<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:24:16.236-05:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='Starbucks man'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='curtains'/><category term='chiropractor'/><category term='neti pot'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='socks'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='shower'/><category term='crossing buddies'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='lion'/><category term='shampoo'/><category 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type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1377</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8768950640012021209</id><published>2012-02-03T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:30:46.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've been writing a book with a friend. We're about 4 chapters in. We are having fun with it, and I'm learning a lot. A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My natural impulse is to race to the finish line; but if you do that, you've used up your plot in a few chapters. Enter: subplots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a writing class years ago where I submitted a piece about a magic cardigan, and the teacher thought it was too light. He wanted us all to write deep emotional stories. So I experimented in that style, and it just didn't feel right. I like light stories (with some substance of course) much better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8768950640012021209?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8768950640012021209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8768950640012021209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8768950640012021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8768950640012021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-ive-been-writing-book-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-9216348423727503830</id><published>2012-01-30T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:47:47.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I just realized that the Superbowl has not yet happened. I'm not a big sports fan, but I have some interest in this game because the competitors are the New England Patriots (where I grew up) and the New York Giants (where I currently live). I saw a cake at Whole Foods that was shaped like a football and said 1-23-12 in icing, so I assumed that was the date. I was wondering why no one was talking about the outcome on Facebook and why no one mentioned Madonna's halftime show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really February 5th. Just letting you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-9216348423727503830?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9216348423727503830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=9216348423727503830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9216348423727503830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9216348423727503830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-314912680487708238</id><published>2012-01-28T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:28:35.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An embarrassment of riches</title><content type='html'>Often I find myself scraping around for something to read, but in late January, several books came out and I got 4 free samples on my Kindle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Grown-Up Kind of Pretty&lt;/span&gt; by Joshilyn Jackson - terrible title, but seems like the usual intense, high-stakes Jackson story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Available Man &lt;/span&gt;by Hilma Wolitzer - Wolitzer is really similar to Cathleen Schine and Elinor Lipman. This looks like a light tale about a widower and his dating experiences after his wife's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Odds&lt;/span&gt; by Stewart O'Nan - about a long-married couple who go gambling in Niagara Falls to try to save their marriage. Sprinkled with statistics, such as: "Odds of making it to your 25th anniversary: 1 in 6."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Flight of Gemma Hardy &lt;/span&gt;by Margot Livesey. This seems like the weak link of the bunch. It's modeled on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;, but set in the 1950s in Iceland and Scotland. I don't think Livesey is a bad writer, but imitating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; is probably tough to pull off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-314912680487708238?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/314912680487708238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=314912680487708238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/314912680487708238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/314912680487708238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/embarrassment-of-riches.html' title='An embarrassment of riches'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6112741241150365253</id><published>2012-01-27T11:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:16:35.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick recommendation</title><content type='html'>I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone with a Handsomer Man&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Lee West. What a fun book! Her novels always make me hungry - the characters are constantly whipping up red velvet cake, shortbread and cookies. This one had a surprise ending and there will be a sequel in April: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Teeny Bit of Trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6112741241150365253?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6112741241150365253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6112741241150365253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6112741241150365253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6112741241150365253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-recommendation.html' title='Quick recommendation'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3062533567836977638</id><published>2012-01-22T07:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T07:37:22.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday we got our first snow of the season. I used to really like snow, but I think last winter killed it for me a bit. We got so much dumped on us. But yesterday was not a bad day. Our friend A from college (he was my year, but now D knows him as well as I do) came into the city for lunch with us. I told him about a recent "pizza day" at E's school. A friend of mine volunteered to help and had a bad experience. The parents were kept out of the classrooms, not allowed to eat the pizza, and given a "death glare" if they did poke their heads in their child's class. D thought this was the lamest thing ever. Then A said, "Well, speaking from the other side of the divide, I can see where the teachers are coming from." He's been teaching since 1997. He explained that schools like to keep parents out of the class because if they are allowed inside, they inevitably judge the other children. This was news to me. As D pointed out, I think parents are more likely to judge the teachers. Still, it was interesting to hear the other side. I had thought the teachers were keeping the parents out because they found them disruptive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3062533567836977638?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3062533567836977638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3062533567836977638' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3062533567836977638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3062533567836977638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-yesterday-we-got-our-first-snow-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8181170296344944944</id><published>2012-01-18T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:48:52.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E is learning the states (D got him a map of the U.S. and put it up on his wall). He has some fun pronunciations: Vinga (Virginia), Alibamba (Alabama), etc. He also got a kick out of calling New York "New Mork" and adding a "New" to all the other states. He told me, "Alaska is on top" and "Canada is so cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as I was getting him ready for school (and I wasn't saying anything), he said gently, "Don't yell, Mommy. Be very quiet. Do something quieter." It must be something they say at school. It made me laugh, and he grinned and said, "What did I say that was funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of Z's not-super nights (coupled with insomnia, because I slept well the night before), so I opted for some caffeine, in the form of hot chocolate from Brooklyn Bagel. It was fantastic. I also had some chopped watermelon, a favorite of E's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8181170296344944944?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8181170296344944944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8181170296344944944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8181170296344944944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8181170296344944944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-is-learning-states-d-got-him-map-of-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5155031886997653582</id><published>2012-01-15T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:54:07.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasure</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine wrote that choosing clothes for a baby girl is "one of life's (guilty?) pleasures." It sure is. Having a boy is wonderful, but clothing-wise, you are limited to blue, grey, brown, black, etc. Having a girl means pink, pink, pink! All the pink you can stand, as another blogger put it. And my tolerance is high :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the average temperature of Orlando in February and decided that Z would need some short-sleeved onesies to wear. So I went to oldnavy.com and got her a white eyelet sun hat, two pink skirts, a "smocked bubble", a white dress with red roses, a "popcorn sweater" coat (in pink, of course) and a little onesie that says "Chicks rock" (featuring an actual yellow chick, playing the guitar). Most of these items are for the summer, but a couple were in the 3-6 month size, should it get really hot in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it is so delightful to buy clothes for a little girl. But it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5155031886997653582?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5155031886997653582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5155031886997653582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5155031886997653582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5155031886997653582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty pleasure'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1656694202358963418</id><published>2012-01-13T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:20:53.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>So D told me today that he got first class tickets for Orlando! I am absurdly excited. The only time I have ever flown first class was by accident. We were in Italy years ago and missed the flight back to the U.S. So we sat around the airport in Rome and eventually got on a flight to Dublin. In Dublin, I guess they felt bad for us because we had been sitting in an airport for hours, and they put us in first class. It was the lap of luxury. The seats were enormous and the food was really something else. They would bring out apple pie with ice cream, and later they brought out warm, melty chocolate chip cookies. It was actually more food than I could eat, but I appreciated it. So this will really take the edge off of flying with two small children :) D said it didn't cost much more, it guaranteed us seats together, and they won't charge for checked luggage. So, all in all, a good deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1656694202358963418?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1656694202358963418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1656694202358963418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1656694202358963418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1656694202358963418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7812018878619256741</id><published>2012-01-10T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:59:09.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was a good day. I woke up well rested. Z didn't sleep for 11 hours or anything, but she may have done 8 pm to 4 am, or 3 am; not sure which; and then we went back to sleep again. And woke up at 10 am. Heaven. I would have slept longer, but I knew I had a hairdresser appointment. That went well, too. Last time she screamed while I was getting my hair washed; this time I brought a babysitter with me and Z was good the whole time. My hairdresser is trying to quit smoking so I recommended a hypnotist to her; D went to him for a while, I forget for what, and it was successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is also not breastfeeding as frequently now, so I am able to give E more attention, which I like. He loves the High Line (an elevated park) and its "robot elevator" (they play songs with strange robotic voices; it's part of an installation about cyber culture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we booked a trip. E has vacation from school in February and we are going to go to Disney World. It should be an adventure. I also like Florida, I always seem to relax there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7812018878619256741?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7812018878619256741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7812018878619256741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7812018878619256741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7812018878619256741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2687452756728915796</id><published>2012-01-01T07:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:13:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a good NYE. We went to a toddler party for the group of buildings we live in. It's a nice community with a lot of little kids. The couple who organized the party put together a good playlist. Z slept through the first part of the party. When she woke up, I walked around and bounced her to the music, and she was happy. E got in a minor scuffle over a truck (the boy who had it did not want to share), but he enjoyed dancing to Madonna (the only musician he would dance to, of the ones they played. He liked "Lucky Star."). Afterward, we got falafel and then we went to McDonald's because E likes their ice cream. A strange thing, though: whenever I ask for ice cream, the counter people don't know what I mean. You have to say "cone." E had a high old time putting dots of ice cream on his hair, nose, chin and fingertips. I wiped him down with a facecloth when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time at my mother's, too (over Christmas). She gave me a kit to make a quilt (a small one, called a prayer blanket). I am planning to do it sometime this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2687452756728915796?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2687452756728915796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2687452756728915796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2687452756728915796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2687452756728915796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4777609293761366290</id><published>2011-12-08T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:40:51.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The angel makers</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for something good to read, try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angel Makers. &lt;/span&gt;It's about the women in a remote Hungarian village, based on a true story (I won't give anything else away), and it's riveting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4777609293761366290?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4777609293761366290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4777609293761366290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4777609293761366290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4777609293761366290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/12/angel-makers.html' title='The angel makers'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5228244114092066922</id><published>2011-12-03T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:34:01.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sleep situation</title><content type='html'>So....I've been trying not to obsess over sleep since I did with E, and obsessing generally gets you nowhere. I did come across one good piece of advice: don't be a jumpy parent; avoid running to your child the instant she cries; see if the baby can soothe herself first. Apparently if your baby can learn to self-soothe in the first two months, you stand a good chance of avoiding a big, ugly "cry it out" night in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was taking a shower and put Z in her bassinet first. As I was drying off, I heard little cries from the living room. When I got there, she was asleep. I figure this is promising. She has also fallen asleep a few times so far without nursing or motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5228244114092066922?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5228244114092066922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5228244114092066922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5228244114092066922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5228244114092066922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleep-situation.html' title='The sleep situation'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2933095051633317773</id><published>2011-11-22T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:01:02.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The hairdresser chronicles</title><content type='html'>So I went to the hairdresser today for the first time since I encountered the neck-injuring woman. It went well. I brought Z with me and she slept through most of it. She did raise a little Cain toward the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neck woman wasn't there today. She is only there on Friday mornings now. Apparently I am not the only person who felt her style was too...strong. There is a guy with hair implants that are "very sensitive." He felt they were in some danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Came First &lt;/span&gt;by Carol Snow. She went to my college, but ten years ahead of me. It was a really fun book. Not sure what I'll read next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2933095051633317773?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2933095051633317773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2933095051633317773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2933095051633317773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2933095051633317773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/11/hairdresser-chronicles.html' title='The hairdresser chronicles'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6981170636403430961</id><published>2011-11-15T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:53:59.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I always get sad when a good book ends. This one was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vault &lt;/span&gt;by Ruth Rendell. So I have a new mystery series to delve into. British, low-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it with two kids? you ask. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's a struggle. The new baby is more slender than E was, though her birth weight was higher. She's not gaining weight as fast as E did, but the doctor, when she saw her last week, said she wasn't worried. She nurses pretty frequently, but not as long as E did. Sometimes he would nurse for 2 hours, which made me wonder when the baby books cheerfully said, Your child might nurse up to 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend at E's school baked us a batch of pumpkin muffins yesterday, accompanied by a welcome-to-the-world card for Z. They smelled and tasted delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6981170636403430961?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6981170636403430961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6981170636403430961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6981170636403430961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6981170636403430961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3312912647571114801</id><published>2011-10-30T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:22:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...I am bored out of my gourd! Stuck in the hospital with no more books. I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intuition &lt;/span&gt;by Allegra Goodman (ok), and before that I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaaterskill Falls&lt;/span&gt; (preferred that despite slow pace), though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookbook Collector &lt;/span&gt;is still my favorite by AG. Can't think of anything else to read, and I'm not sure my wi-fi-only Kindle will work here to buy a new book. Fortunately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossed&lt;/span&gt; (next book in the YA sci-fi trilogy) comes out Nov. 1. I'm not usually into sci fi, but that series is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am digging the hospital food. D visited for a while today and the snack lady came by. She offered us coffee, tea or cookies. I got oatmeal raisin and they were absolutely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the pain is not that bad this time (um, "down there"). I don't know if it's because labor was shorter or the episiotomy was smaller (it was). Whatever the cause, it's like a mildly irritating soreness instead of the gigantic pain I remember from last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3312912647571114801?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3312912647571114801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3312912647571114801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3312912647571114801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3312912647571114801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8243085430523599690</id><published>2011-10-29T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:04:24.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I gave birth this morning to little Z, or not so little...she is 8 lbs, 11 oz...at 5:01 am. Labor was really fast this time...I started having contractions around 3:30 am, then we started timing them, and the interval between contractions shrank from 10 minutes to 3 minutes very quickly. So we took a cab to the hospital after calling D's sister to stay with E. Once we got there, I was dismayed to find I was already 9 cm and it was too late for an epidural. But there was nothing to do but accept it. And I only pushed for 15 minutes. So, it was very painful...but FAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8243085430523599690?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8243085430523599690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8243085430523599690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8243085430523599690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8243085430523599690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-gave-birth-this-morning-to-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6773338175338519630</id><published>2011-10-25T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:38:04.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am waiting. I'm not as dilated as I was with E at this stage. So we'll see what happens. The doctor said, "The baby's head is so nice and low - she's on deck, like in baseball." The doctor is predicting that I will have 20 minutes to an hour of pushing, not the three hours of torment like before. We'll see. She also told me she is "on" Thursday and Friday but doesn't know who will be on this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matched, &lt;/span&gt;a YA dystopian futuristic novel (with hints of Orwell) about a young girl resisting the laws of society. Kind of a mix of brain candy and science fiction. The sequel comes out in November. Apparently there will be a trilogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6773338175338519630?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6773338175338519630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6773338175338519630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6773338175338519630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6773338175338519630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4416980652372660855</id><published>2011-10-20T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:40:04.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xkhq8O4A4c/TqCU5DGHXlI/AAAAAAAABMY/jQrBAcZoVs8/s1600/P1010710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xkhq8O4A4c/TqCU5DGHXlI/AAAAAAAABMY/jQrBAcZoVs8/s400/P1010710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665692039036493394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some mittens I just made. They are magically soft! I used Malabrigo merino worsted in Tigerlily. The pattern is &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/spruce-tree-mittens"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4416980652372660855?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4416980652372660855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4416980652372660855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4416980652372660855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4416980652372660855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/here-are-some-mittens-i-just-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xkhq8O4A4c/TqCU5DGHXlI/AAAAAAAABMY/jQrBAcZoVs8/s72-c/P1010710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4342407237869406484</id><published>2011-10-19T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:53:01.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the ob/gyn today...now I'm 3 centimeters. She's convinced labor will be easy for me this time. I am taking it all with a grain of salt. I would love for her to be right. But who knows? She says the pushing will probably take 20 minutes to an hour this time (instead of 3 hours). That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the supermarket, the cashiers went beyond asking about twins (this is now to be expected) and started predicting the weight of the baby...I am not even kidding. They settled on 9 lbs, 7 oz. The doctor says 8 or 9 lbs. I guess the whole thing is teaching me patience. I have been dealing with these remarks since July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have nothing fantastic to read. I loved Jeffrey Eugenides' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Marriage Plot&lt;/span&gt;. Better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlesex&lt;/span&gt;, if you ask me. Just so funny and real. I also liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling Together, Nightwoods &lt;/span&gt;and, although it was flawed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taste of Salt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4342407237869406484?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4342407237869406484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4342407237869406484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4342407237869406484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4342407237869406484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/went-to-obgyn-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6616666793769033500</id><published>2011-10-11T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:47:37.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor today. I had all these noble goals of not gaining as much weight in this pregnancy as I did with E, but I'm only 5 lbs behind my maximum weight with him. Oh well. The baby is moving around like a champ and I am 2 cm dilated, but the doctor said, "Your cervix is way the hell back" so she doesn't see me going into labor anytime soon. She said I could go slightly earlier than with E, because second babies are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My replacement Kindle arrived. It didn't cost much (it's not the fancy new Kindle Fire, I have no desire to watch TV on it anyway) and it's 30% lighter than the other one. I am grateful for my reading glasses, though, because electronics break down! A friend brought up the possibility that the need for reading glasses is related to my pregnancy. I forgot to ask the doctor. It will be interesting to see if I no longer need them after I give birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6616666793769033500?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6616666793769033500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6616666793769033500' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6616666793769033500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6616666793769033500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-went-to-doctor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6392184804577277110</id><published>2011-10-08T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:16:12.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today my Kindle bought the farm...it's an example of no good deed going unpunished. I was taking E to his playgroup via cab and he handed me the remains of his mushy apple bar. There was a little pocket in the door of the cab that would have been perfect for these remains, but it always irritates me when people leave food there, so I thought, no! I won't be barbaric. I'll put the apple bar in my pocketbook even though it will mess up the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the playgroup I found that my Kindle was a sticky mess. I dabbed some water on a paper towel and cleaned it. A couple of hours later, the top of the screen turned into stripes (kind of like that public broadcasting test they used to do on TV late at night) and was no longer readable. D had a laptop that met a similar fate, so I know that once those stripes appear, an electronic device is unfixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered a new one, but realized I would go crazy without books in the meantime. I got a paper edition of the book I was reading on the Kindle, and caved and got a pair of reading glasses. I use a fairly large font on the Kindle, not quite as big as a large-print book, but larger than what you'd find in an ordinary paper book. I find the font in a paper book now strains my eyes. I got a pair of 1.50 reading glasses and they seem to do the trick. I do miss the Kindle, though. But it is scheduled to arrive on Monday. And it is 18% smaller and 30% lighter than its predecessor (less than 6 ounces)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6392184804577277110?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6392184804577277110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6392184804577277110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6392184804577277110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6392184804577277110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-today-my-kindle-bought-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8406420079767679900</id><published>2011-09-30T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:18:35.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eeGhQ9ehG2k/ToZNil9yKsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/8jepRA69uzM/s1600/P1010704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eeGhQ9ehG2k/ToZNil9yKsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/8jepRA69uzM/s400/P1010704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658295238539750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this hat for Z (the new baby, who has not yet arrived) today. You can find the pattern &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/trendy-baby-hat"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It took less than an hour to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caleb's Crossing &lt;/span&gt;by Geraldine Brooks. I don't like it quite as much as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Year of Wonders, &lt;/span&gt;by the same author, but it's good enough. I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dovekeepers &lt;/span&gt;by Alice Hoffman (coming out October 4).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8406420079767679900?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8406420079767679900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8406420079767679900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8406420079767679900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8406420079767679900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-made-this-hat-for-z-new-baby-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eeGhQ9ehG2k/ToZNil9yKsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/8jepRA69uzM/s72-c/P1010704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7046731540866259713</id><published>2011-09-21T06:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:37:43.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds of Paradise &lt;/span&gt;by Diana Abu-Jaber. So far, I love it. It's set in Miami, where I haven't been since 2010, and it really evokes the beach, the whole community, for me. It was a relief to find this book, because I was trying to read another novel before that just wasn't working for me. You know how it feels when you're slogging through something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered some great cookies. They're made by Divvies and sold at Whole Foods. I bought 2 small bags, molasses ginger and oatmeal raisin. Usually oatmeal is my favorite, but I love the ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E still seems to be enjoying preschool. He was scared of gym class for a while; there was a "rolling activity" that scared him. Now he goes to gym without crying, and when he got home, he typed "gym" on my computer and smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7046731540866259713?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7046731540866259713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7046731540866259713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7046731540866259713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7046731540866259713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-started-reading-birds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1286382601812733660</id><published>2011-09-16T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:59:28.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>I'm so mad at this hair-washing woman right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the salon I usually go to today, but the regular hair-washing girl was gone. In her place was this woman who handles your head like she's scrubbing a cabinet. My whole head was shaken vigorously like it was in a spin cycle. To top it off, she says, "I like to get hair really clean, I'm just being gentle because of the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I said something like, could you be gentler please, because you're making me nauseous. She calmed it down a bit. Finally, mercifully, it was over. I've never hated getting my hair washed before, it's usually my favorite part, but she managed to make it a miserable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the washer was out of earshot, I told my hairdresser (whom I like, and have been seeing for 3 years) that the washer is a little, um, ROUGH. She said she would say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was that, but the nausea stuck around all day. The appointment was 10:15 am and I'm still nauseous. At the school pickup, I talked to some of the other moms about it. One of them turned out to be a physical therapist and said that when you are pregnant, your ligaments are loose and if someone shakes your neck, they can injure your spine, and that will make you feel nauseated. She said if I'm still nauseous on Monday, she will do a couple of tests to see how my neck is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will sound awful, but I really really want her (the hair-washer, not the physical therapist) to be fired. I don't want her to wash my hair again and I don't want to have to switch salons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1286382601812733660?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1286382601812733660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1286382601812733660' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1286382601812733660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1286382601812733660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1287210173788553827</id><published>2011-09-14T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:38:04.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that the baby is almost here (well, a month and a half away), she seems more and more real to me. The comments are driving me crazy. I literally can't leave my apartment without this conversation happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are you due?"&lt;br /&gt;"November 4."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? It looks like you're going to blow/pop/burst/go into labor right now."&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you having twins?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people stop there; others say, "Cause you're really big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I don't have a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I wonder what it will be like to have two small children. I feel like I've hit my stride with E. I'm not saying it's easy. But I can handle it. Going back to breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, etc...will I be able to handle that? I guess I will "just do." I do have a fond, perhaps foolish hope that I will have one of those babies that sleep through the night at 6 weeks (or even shortly after coming home from the hospital...I read about a baby like that, in a blog). Because for me, it's the sleep that kicks your ass. I can deal with diapers, crying, etc. But I need sleep to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely fun buying clothes for a girl, if a bit intimidating at first (so many choices!). I have now bought a complete layette, including a pink bear suit to keep her warm in the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1287210173788553827?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1287210173788553827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1287210173788553827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1287210173788553827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1287210173788553827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-that-baby-is-almost-here-well-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1816547269956467571</id><published>2011-09-08T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:01:42.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, E seems to be making a smooth transition to preschool. Yesterday I got freaked out because he was so exhausted after school and he took a 3-hour nap. Today, we all woke up at 8:24 and hustled over to the school. He went off willingly enough to his classroom and when the day was over, he came bounding out to greet me with a big smile. The co-teacher said he had an "awesome day." They played with shaving cream on a table, and he kept talking about it and how they cleaned it up afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out a woman who lives near me (in the same group of buildings) has a child at the school too, and we walk home together. I put E in the stroller in case he needed a nap today, but he didn't. He had fun being pushed by the woman and her child. It's kind of funny, she and I have a lot in common - both vegetarian, from small towns in Massachusetts, and a year apart in age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1816547269956467571?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1816547269956467571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1816547269956467571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1816547269956467571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1816547269956467571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-e-seems-to-be-making-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1348978361125433210</id><published>2011-09-07T10:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:56:27.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E's first day of school went very well, at least the drop-off. We all slept till 8:14 so we  had to rush to get everything together. I was running around with a Sharpie and making lunch. Finally we got out the door, only to be the first people to get to his class! The students were still arriving gradually when we left. We stayed half an hour, and E seemed to be doing fine and barely noticed our departure, though we said goodbye. He and the other children were having a grand old time making dinosaurs with Play-Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw some photos of the flooding in Vermont and fires in Texas. It really does seem like the end of days sometimes. I hope this crazy weather passes, and my thoughts are with the people in those areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1348978361125433210?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1348978361125433210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1348978361125433210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1348978361125433210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1348978361125433210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/es-first-day-of-school-went-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2962279219387818324</id><published>2011-09-06T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:09:21.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school (almost)</title><content type='html'>So E's first day of school is tomorrow. I'm a little stressed out about it. I'm about as prepared as I can be; I've made a list of what we need to bring tomorrow and I've marked his lunchbox, diaper/underwear bag and bumblebee backpack with his name. We're also supposed to write his name in his clothes, but I'm going to do it on an outfit-by-outfit basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I can no longer read non-Kindle books. I tried buying some books 70% off at the nearly defunct Borders (I always liked Barnes &amp;amp; Noble better anyway), but the print was too small. I'm used to the larger font on the Kindle. So I gave in and purchased the book on the Kindle so I could continue reading it without straining my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother visited this weekend and cut E's hair. In the past, she's been able to do it so he doesn't notice, but this time he said immediately, "This is a haircut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy-wise, I'm about as big and uncomfortable as can be...and I have slightly less than 2 months to go. I have a feeling she will be an October baby, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2962279219387818324?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2962279219387818324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2962279219387818324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2962279219387818324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2962279219387818324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-almost.html' title='First day of school (almost)'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3209013100879364944</id><published>2011-08-26T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:21:58.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irene</title><content type='html'>So, as you probably know, the east coast is supposed to get hit by this epic storm tomorrow and Sunday. I'm skeptical. The weather channel is famous for making much ado about nothing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the MTA (subways, buses, Long Island railroad) is shutting down at noon today so none of the cashiers at the grocery stores will be able to make it to work (or get home if they took a subway before the shutdown). So I and a few million other New Yorkers were stocking up at the grocery store today. I personally feel we are just going to get some rain tomorrow and some wind on Sunday, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3209013100879364944?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3209013100879364944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3209013100879364944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3209013100879364944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3209013100879364944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/irene.html' title='Irene'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3271270273576663728</id><published>2011-08-14T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:39:11.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy, Stupid, Love&lt;/span&gt;...much better than I expected! I am always cautious going into movies because a lot of them are bad. But this one was definitely good. I realized I almost always like Steve Carell movies...I didn't see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt;, but I liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan in Real Life and Little Miss Sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;I think he is a more subtle and interesting actor on the big screen (not that I have anything against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;, but he definitely has a broad, hammy role there. Oh, I guess he left. We don't have a TV, can you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other actors: Julianne Moore was good, although it was not always a sympathetic role for her. Her face looks a bit like Madonna's in some shots. Emma Stone reminds me a bit of Michael Jackson, her face. She is likable enough though. Ryan Gosling was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3271270273576663728?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3271270273576663728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3271270273576663728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3271270273576663728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3271270273576663728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-i-just-saw-crazy-stupid-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-908202269204929421</id><published>2011-08-12T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:02:05.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had the best grilled cheese sandwich ever (I made it!). Proof that good, simple ingredients can really make something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices whole wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;1 August tomato, bursting with juiciness&lt;br /&gt;3 slices of Havarti&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tablespoon sweet cream butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-908202269204929421?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/908202269204929421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=908202269204929421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/908202269204929421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/908202269204929421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-had-best-grilled-cheese-sandwich.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7632817133935405005</id><published>2011-08-11T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:11:36.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a note to say...I love the bus! I never bothered to figure it out before, I always took the subway or walked. But now when I'm big and pregnant, the air conditioning/lack of stairs on the bus are welcome. The crosstown bus is slow as molasses, but the uptown/downtown one is fairly quick and endearingly social. A woman showed me a cowl she was knitting for her son-in-law with British-style increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the British, I'm reading the Agatha Raisin mystery series by M.C. Beaton. It's a lot of fun. Agatha is kind of a curmudgeon, but also very likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7632817133935405005?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7632817133935405005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7632817133935405005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7632817133935405005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7632817133935405005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-note-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8271499332888181358</id><published>2011-08-03T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:53:43.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the morning I often take a walk, and I always pass by a bakery in my neighborhood. It's really good; it rivals Magnolia, but it's less of a mob scene, with a charming retro atmosphere. Anyway, my walk is too early for the bakery to be open, but there is always a guy out back cleaning the coffee machine and taking the muffins out of the oven. They have a full array of cupcakes: vanilla and chocolate, carrot cake and banana, lemon (spring/summer) and pumpkin (fall/winter). Now I am craving one, but will have to wait until they are open. Or maybe it will pass :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8271499332888181358?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8271499332888181358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8271499332888181358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8271499332888181358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8271499332888181358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-morning-i-often-take-walk-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7356136165722217481</id><published>2011-08-02T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:54:47.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a note to say that E is doing so much better with the toilet training! Proof that if you stick with something, you can succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much going on. E is starting preschool in September. Although it seems to be a very nice place, I'm a little bit in denial. I'm afraid I'm going to miss him terribly. So I plan to keep myself busy. I have a lot of knitting projects queued, including a blanket for the new baby, and I will finally move some of our things into storage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7356136165722217481?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7356136165722217481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7356136165722217481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7356136165722217481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7356136165722217481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-note-to-say-that-e-is-doing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5450630905312093733</id><published>2011-07-29T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:07:05.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So toilet training is an exhausting business. But it is also a learning experience for me. I think things were too easy for me for many years. School, except for math sometimes, was pretty easy and so I didn't face real challenges until I was in the work world. I am learning from toilet training that it is possible, and even good, to keep persevering with something even if it doesn't seem to be working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we have moved through the following stages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run and scream." This was a few months ago, when I figured out when E was about to poop and put him on his Sesame Street potty. The poop landed in the potty, but E ran off screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The potty is a fun place, but not necessarily to pee in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're kind of locked in that stage, but he did pee in it tonight. Some people suggest putting him in underwear when he gets off the potty, that this will work faster than using a pull-up. The downside: accidents. So I'm thinking I will use underwear at home, and a pull-up in public.  Now I just have to buy him some big-boy underwear. I believe they will have it at Kmart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5450630905312093733?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5450630905312093733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5450630905312093733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5450630905312093733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5450630905312093733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-toilet-training-is-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8260897085147578943</id><published>2011-07-28T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:12:38.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my first "Twins?" comment today. Oh well. I seem to be fated to hear these things in pregnancy. There is no point in getting annoyed....the people who are most annoying seem to have no clue that they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have baby brain this time around. I forgot to tip my hairdresser, then went back to tip her. I left again, intending to get an Italian ice. Then I realized I left a bag of groceries there. So I had to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my purple hat, but put the picture up on Facebook, so you all have seen it. Now I am working on a pair of striped wristwarmers for a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8260897085147578943?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8260897085147578943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8260897085147578943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8260897085147578943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8260897085147578943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-my-first-twins-comment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-61803714743842869</id><published>2011-07-22T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:42:15.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had a wonderful birthday today. Lots of people on Facebook, including some from the distant past, wished me a happy birthday. Then I took E to an appointment and because of the stinking heat, I took a car service (as my babysitter had recommended). It felt very luxurious and put a fun spin on the appointment. And E's eating has really improved. It used to be that he preferred soy milk to food, but today he ate cantaloupe, watermelon, grapes, veggie burger, Cheerios, pancake, carrots and goldfish. So I was excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had lunch at one of my favorite (veggie) burger joints and I took a swim in the afternoon. The pool was crowded beyond belief. Some people were just lounging around the lap lanes, not swimming. I went around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to seeing Crazy Stupid Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-61803714743842869?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/61803714743842869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=61803714743842869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/61803714743842869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/61803714743842869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-i-had-wonderful-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3643569375574706495</id><published>2011-07-19T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:09:13.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've been knitting again. I'm working on a cables and lace cap in a pretty muted purple. When it's done, I'll try to put up a picture of it. A friend of mine from high school asked me to knit her a pair of fingerless gloves based on an Etsy picture. They're striped. Her preferred color palette is green, grey and blue. It's funny, a lot of friends of mine like those colors, but I usually knit in pink and purple, so it's an interesting switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming today. For some reason I only like swimming when I'm pregnant. It can be a bit depressing, though, to see people with normal figures and wonder if I'll ever have one again. When I took my bathing suit off in the changing room, a woman rushed over and asked, "Is it coming out tomorrow?" (You can't make this stuff up.) I do wish people would keep their observations to themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3643569375574706495?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3643569375574706495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3643569375574706495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3643569375574706495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3643569375574706495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-ive-been-knitting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2050994263666767778</id><published>2011-07-04T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:39:44.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps it's unpatriotic of me to admit this, but I hate fireworks. I like the holiday itself; it was a nice relaxed day. But the fireworks are on the Hudson River this year (a few blocks away) as opposed to the East River (all the way across town) and it feels like the apartment is under siege. I'm waiting for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily, Alone&lt;/span&gt; by Stewart O'Nan. For whatever reason, I don't usually like male authors, but I'm digging this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2050994263666767778?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2050994263666767778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2050994263666767778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2050994263666767778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2050994263666767778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/perhaps-its-unpatriotic-of-me-to-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-10992929925389419</id><published>2011-06-29T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:10:42.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was relieved that my placenta moved...but I did get a bit of a weight lecture. My weight in itself is not horrifying (I now weigh 2 lbs more than my niece, who is the same height) but the doctor was un-thrilled that I gained 7 lbs in a month. (I didn't clue her in that I gained 10 lbs in a week, fairly late in the pregnancy with E). My last doc, who now lives in California, didn't care that I gained 47 lbs with E. "I gained 50 lbs and I'm 5 feet tall! You're 5'7"! I am not worried," she declared. This one said she wouldn't yell at me about weight gain, but it could lead to a difficult labor. Hitting me where I live. So I have cut out onion rings, potato chips and milkshakes. I am still eating chocolate granola bars and sometimes, sweet potato fries. I am only human, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Groundswell, &lt;/span&gt;written by Billy Joel's (estranged) wife Katie Lee. It's fun. Before that I was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Be Sung Underwater,&lt;/span&gt; which was well-written but I realized I didn't like the protagonist at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-10992929925389419?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/10992929925389419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=10992929925389419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/10992929925389419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/10992929925389419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-i-was-relieved-that-my-placenta.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4740476677833123366</id><published>2011-06-21T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:43:14.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went today for an ultrasound and...my placenta has moved. Completely. They're not worried about it anymore. And the technician told me, "It's still a girl." Good to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me she weighs 13 ounces (the fetus, not the technician). When I got home, I looked up "20 weeks" on babycenter.com and learned that the average weight at this age is 10 1/2 ounces. So, I think she may be a biggie. E was 8 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4740476677833123366?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4740476677833123366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4740476677833123366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4740476677833123366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4740476677833123366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-i-went-today-for-ultrasound-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8431394710270142574</id><published>2011-06-17T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:43:04.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kknA56vLd4A/TfvYarvbjqI/AAAAAAAABJk/oVOfKRtgZVs/s1600/P1010672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kknA56vLd4A/TfvYarvbjqI/AAAAAAAABJk/oVOfKRtgZVs/s400/P1010672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619322913004687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8431394710270142574?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8431394710270142574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8431394710270142574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8431394710270142574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8431394710270142574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kknA56vLd4A/TfvYarvbjqI/AAAAAAAABJk/oVOfKRtgZVs/s72-c/P1010672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6652105275985893569</id><published>2011-06-15T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:26:47.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...the Kindle</title><content type='html'>So my Kindle arrived today. It was very exciting. So did the pink cover, which actually came with its own set of instructions. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a bunch of a book (Claire Cook's first novel, if you are curious; I've read all her others) on it and I've concluded as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like not having to go to the bookstore or wait for an online shipment to get new books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading from a "device" feels surprisingly natural, probably because we all spend so much time online anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's easy to navigate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The e-books are cheaper than their paper equivalents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish it were backlit. This is ironic because Amazon is very proud of it not being backlit. They say this will reduce eyestrain. And yet, I found myself developing a bit of eyestrain/headache. I'm sure there is a way around this. It's probably best to read it with strong natural light or lots of indoor light. It is actually *darker* than a book. I think they wanted to avoid "glare" and overcompensated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6652105275985893569?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6652105275985893569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6652105275985893569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6652105275985893569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6652105275985893569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/introducingthe-kindle.html' title='Introducing...the Kindle'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6737682982699184489</id><published>2011-06-14T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:13:02.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got a pedicure. I think I've mentioned how much I love this. First you pick the color. I got "dim sum plum." It was a little lighter and brighter than it looked in the bottle, but I like it. It can be fun to make a change. There were 3 other people getting pedicures - all of them men! Two of them were gay, and probably a couple. The other seemed to be straight. I wonder why men get pedicures. They all seemed to be getting clear nail polish, which takes away most of the fun if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had my feet in the bubbling bath I saw a truck go by. Written on the side were the words, "The details are not details. They are what makes up the product." I might be paraphrasing the second sentence, but you get the gist. I like this sentiment. I've traditionally been a big picture person (an "N" for "intuitive" on the Myers-Briggs test), but as I get older, I am realizing the importance of care, with regard to details. They really do make all the difference. I still don't believe in exhaustive, anal attention to them; but keeping an eye on them never hurts. I also believe in the importance of the Italian &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fa niente &lt;/span&gt;- in Italy, they devote a certain amount of time each day to "doing nothing". I think this is important for mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this rather rambling post is - I think it's good to take some time and pamper yourself. Whether it's a pedicure, or getting your hair cut and colored, or wearing a nice dress (doesn't need to be super fancy, just pleasing to the eye), it can make a big difference in the way you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6737682982699184489?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6737682982699184489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6737682982699184489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6737682982699184489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6737682982699184489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-i-got-pedicure.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1553058083778258650</id><published>2011-06-02T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:40:50.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading a little book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13, rue Therese. &lt;/span&gt;Very strange and delightful story. I really do love most things French, though I haven't been there since 1996. I am glad I studied French instead of Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to Massachusetts tomorrow, because my oldest nephew is graduating from high school. I can hardly believe it. My family will also celebrate E's birthday, which falls on June 4. He is turning 3, which is also hard to believe. Last night we celebrated his birthday with the in-laws, and he actually blew out his candle! They got him some balloons which he proudly carried out of the restaurant. But, they didn't make it outside. He let them go and they got caught in the ceiling fan. The staff was working to extricate them when we left. I felt bad about it but they were good-humored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a tornado in Massachusetts, so I wonder if our visit is ill-timed. However, it happened in the western part of the state, which is not where I am going, and the forecast for the next few days looks good. I think only property was damaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1553058083778258650?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1553058083778258650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1553058083778258650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1553058083778258650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1553058083778258650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-reading-little-book-called-13-rue.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-9201885449027814306</id><published>2011-05-26T16:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:32:23.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor today. My ultrasounds (at an imaging center) and ob/gyn visits (at the doctor's office) always fall on the same week. My doctor was completely unconcerned about the whole placenta thing. She says not to worry about it until 28 weeks, because most low placentas will spontaneously resolve by then. They will just keep checking every 4 weeks until then to see if it has moved up. (I'm currently 16 1/2 weeks.) If it stays low through 28 weeks, it will mean a c-section, but it would be given at 39 weeks, not 36 weeks as I had feared from my online reading. (Note to self: do not google medical information!) And no bed rest unless there was bleeding. You might think, "Bed rest sounds good," but I am sure I would go out of my !#%*^ mind. A friend of mine was on bed rest once. She had moved to Texas years before and although we stayed in touch via email, we seldom talked on the phone (I'm not really a phone person and perhaps neither is she). During her bed rest, she called me about 8 times. I would have to watch TV and I hate TV. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confession here. I am really psyched that it is a girl! I would have been happy for a boy too, but with a girl, I will get to experience some things I never experienced before. Such as: a pink Barbie cruise ship! I know, I know. But there's one in the playroom and I've secretly coveted it for ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-9201885449027814306?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9201885449027814306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=9201885449027814306' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9201885449027814306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9201885449027814306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-went-to-doctor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3177071824221283275</id><published>2011-05-24T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:20:04.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I found out that it's a girl. At first I giggled in disbelief. A lot of the parents I know have 2 boys or 2 girls, so even though a lot of people were saying it was a girl, I wasn't sure. It will be nice to have variety, although I would have loved a little boy too. I think they are huggable teddy bears and it would have been a nice buddy for E. Hopefully he will like having a sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one downside is that my placenta is low. It's like this in 15-20% of women at this stage. 95% of the time, it resolves itself as the uterus grows. But if it doesn't resolve, I will need to get a C-section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3177071824221283275?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3177071824221283275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3177071824221283275' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3177071824221283275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3177071824221283275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/so_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1481389081803397150</id><published>2011-05-23T17:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:12:55.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer and the City &lt;/span&gt;by Candace Bushnell. I like it a lot. I didn't love her other books (except maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Fifth Avenue&lt;/span&gt;), but this one reminds me of why I enjoyed SATC so much and why I liked the characters from the show. It's about Carrie Bradshaw, but she's 18 and just getting started in the city. It focuses a bit on her relationship with an older man, but it's mostly about her ambition to be a writer, a play she writes, and her growing friendship with Samantha and Miranda (Charlotte hasn't surfaced yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow...maybe I'll find out the gender!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1481389081803397150?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1481389081803397150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1481389081803397150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1481389081803397150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1481389081803397150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-im-reading-summer-and-city-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-63215433912280791</id><published>2011-05-21T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:58:00.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense</title><content type='html'>I can't take it anymore! I need to find out. I don't know how anyone waits 9 months to find out her baby's gender. So far, everyone is still saying it's a girl except for a homeless man who offered his unsolicited opinion that it's a boy. I really would be happy with either. BUT I WANT TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a gathering in Brooklyn today, outdoors, and a woman asked me, "When are you due? What sign will it be?" and a guy nearby (whom I'd never met before) burst out laughing and said it was the girliest conversation he'd ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridesmaids &lt;/span&gt;with a friend tomorrow. Hopefully it will be good. The last movie I saw in the theater was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barney's Version &lt;/span&gt;and it kinda scarred me for life (like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;on stage). I need to see the new Woody Allen play when it comes out to wash the vile flavor of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mormon &lt;/span&gt;out of my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-63215433912280791?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/63215433912280791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=63215433912280791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/63215433912280791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/63215433912280791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/suspense.html' title='The suspense'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5436130455208918082</id><published>2011-05-15T09:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T09:13:47.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I noticed Blogger ate a few of the comments on my last post. It happened to another blogger I know, too. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining out and I think it's going to be a week of the same. Oh well. No drought here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This&lt;/span&gt;...I avoided this for a while because of the bleak title and I don't usually like short stories, with a few exceptions (Lorrie Moore, Alice Munro). But it's quite good. Last night I finished Sarah Dessen's new novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Happened to Goodbye, &lt;/span&gt;which I liked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up feeling strange, in a good way, and noticed that most of the nausea is gone. I don't know whether this is the promise of 2nd trimester, being fulfilled a week late; or if roughhousing a bit with E last night hurt things somehow. I mostly know that this fear is irrational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5436130455208918082?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5436130455208918082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5436130455208918082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5436130455208918082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5436130455208918082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-3733155649456126913</id><published>2011-05-09T05:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:00:34.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Mother's Day. I got to be a (somewhat) lazy daisy. It was cool. For dinner we went to this place near the river, very casual. The waitress balked at our ordering 2 quesadillas. She told us they were huge and we should really share. She threatened to make us stay and finish them. They were huge, but we ate most of them out of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to bed early and waking up when it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bride's House&lt;/span&gt; by Sandra Dallas. It was the first book I've loved in a while. Other books I've liked recently are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attachments &lt;/span&gt;by Rainbow Rowell and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Uncoupling &lt;/span&gt;by Meg Wolitzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still a bit nauseous, even though I'm 14 weeks now (as of Saturday). I have my anti-nausea meds and a bunch of "preggie drops." Hopefully I won't be low-level queasy for the next six months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-3733155649456126913?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3733155649456126913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=3733155649456126913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3733155649456126913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/3733155649456126913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-yesterday-was-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-990673150995931834</id><published>2011-04-28T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:52:51.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really impatient. I want to know the baby's gender! People keep telling me it's a girl (based on my belly, I guess) but I kind of feel like it's a boy. I'd be happy with either but it will be easier to name the girl. I may or may not find out on May 24th. I have a feeling it's going to cross its legs or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-990673150995931834?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/990673150995931834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=990673150995931834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/990673150995931834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/990673150995931834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-feeling-really-impatient.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8278350694197294124</id><published>2011-04-21T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:46:11.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, um. I'm pregnant. Just letting you know. I don't know the gender yet, but random people are telling me it's a girl. And they were right last time (when they told me E was a boy, before I found out for sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pregnancy is different. With E I had nausea but not much vomiting. With "Sossie" (temporary, not real name) the nausea was so extreme that the doctor prescribed meds. Although I think my body has gotten used to them because they are no longer working quite as well. They do take the edge off, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am hanging on till 12 weeks (this Saturday) and hopefully the nausea will end then. I had the nuchal translucency ultrasound (everything looked good, apparently) and in one shot I could make out the five curled digits on one tiny hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8278350694197294124?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8278350694197294124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8278350694197294124' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8278350694197294124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8278350694197294124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4639371257930084195</id><published>2011-04-17T16:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:36:48.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rn-qCVAkg/TatPExRvOtI/AAAAAAAABI4/PGN-uwDDQes/s1600/P1010596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rn-qCVAkg/TatPExRvOtI/AAAAAAAABI4/PGN-uwDDQes/s400/P1010596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653905303780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSE1VHLo0OI/TatPBA3c0BI/AAAAAAAABIw/dle7KPxIsyg/s1600/P1010597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSE1VHLo0OI/TatPBA3c0BI/AAAAAAAABIw/dle7KPxIsyg/s400/P1010597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653840769011730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to a birthday party in Brooklyn today. After everybody met in a corner of the park (it's a big park), the boy's father instructed us to go to another area of the park for soccer. I dragged behind a bit, eating a cupcake and then heading out. We found a group of toddlers playing soccer and wondered where the birthday boy was. But we knew they had to pick up pizza and a cake, so we thought maybe they took their son with them. We didn't recognize any of the parents in the group, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I got bored with the soccer and went back to the area where we started out. The boy's mom (a friend of ours) and her mom were there. I headed back to the soccer area with my friend. But when we approached the soccer area, she kept on going. We came to a smaller group of children with two soccer teachers in orange, instead of the large, athletic teachers wearing blue in the other group. That's when I realized we had gone to the wrong soccer group. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E had a great time anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4639371257930084195?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4639371257930084195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4639371257930084195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4639371257930084195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4639371257930084195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-we-went-to-birthday-party-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rn-qCVAkg/TatPExRvOtI/AAAAAAAABI4/PGN-uwDDQes/s72-c/P1010596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-9209537893490734132</id><published>2011-04-14T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:08:05.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I got a pedicure, which is one of my guilty pleasures. I've never had a manicure, but I like having my toes done. I was a little startled to see that the pedicurist was a man, a 40-something Asian fellow with a shaved head. He seemed like a nice guy. I also thought he did a good job with the pedicure. BUT. At one point in the proceedings, they put a hot towel on your feet. It was a white towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had already started rubbing my feet with the towel, I noticed what looked like a tiny red spot of blood. I would have said something but I was stunned. Then I saw that he was careful not to let the spot make contact with my skin. So he must have seen the spot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, huh? If it happened again, I would just say, "Could I have a new towel, please?" But I was too surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-9209537893490734132?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9209537893490734132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=9209537893490734132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9209537893490734132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/9209537893490734132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-today-i-got-pedicure-which-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2914569778657979216</id><published>2011-04-01T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:54:01.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut butter</title><content type='html'>I've always had a bit of a love affair with peanut butter. As a child, my favorite sandwiches were peanut butter and jelly (but not marshmallow so much) and tuna fish (primarily for the Miracle Whip that's mixed in - I guess it's loaded with mercury though). Plus I don't eat fish anymore anyway. But peanut butter, I still eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I dutifully bought those organic peanut butters that separate. You have to mix in the gross-looking oil. Then they got the hang of preventing separation. Still missing something, somehow. Then I discovered Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Co.'s peanut butter with sweet white chocolate mixed in. Actually, a neighbor left it on our doorstep. I think she meant it for E, but what the hey. It was delish. And that was my go-to peanut butter until today, when I wanted something...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Peter Pan crunchy peanut butter. It has no HFCS and it is fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2914569778657979216?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2914569778657979216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2914569778657979216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2914569778657979216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2914569778657979216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/04/peanut-butter-history.html' title='Peanut butter'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6128721309655574270</id><published>2011-03-21T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:36:51.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha...that didn't last long, did it? I guess I am not good at the not-blogging thing. In time I can talk about some things that are going on in real life. For now, I just wanted to mention that I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Major Pettigrew's Last Stand&lt;/span&gt; and really enjoying it. Gentle British comedy. I picked it up a while back and couldn't get into it, but I'm glad I gave it another try. Sometimes you have to be in the right mood for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6128721309655574270?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6128721309655574270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6128721309655574270' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6128721309655574270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6128721309655574270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8053464904510258679</id><published>2011-03-20T09:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:11:23.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about it and it's probably time for me to take a break from blogging. I might be back in a month or two, who knows. But right now there is too much going on in real life, and it just feels forced to come over here and crank out posts. I'll still be reading your blogs. See you on the flip side :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8053464904510258679?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8053464904510258679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8053464904510258679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8053464904510258679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8053464904510258679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1671952425792242486</id><published>2011-03-19T20:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:07:18.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;kind of embarrassing, but I think I'm running out of things to say on this blog. It makes sense if you think about it, because I've been blogging since 2005, every month, and in the beginning I wrote much more frequently. But I'm not ready to throw in the towel just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barney's Version &lt;/span&gt;recently. I wrote a post about it, then deleted it, because I didn't want to give the plot away in case someone wants to see it. But suffice it to say, it was bad. I did read a &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2011/03/18/movies/bradley-cooper-as-a-burned-out-writer-in-limitless-review.html?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=limitless&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Limitless&lt;/span&gt; that made it sound intriguing. I'm kind of burned by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barney's Version, &lt;/span&gt;though; I may wait for the video. I canceled Netflix and now watch movies on Amazon for $3.99 a pop. It makes more sense fiscally because I don't watch that many movies. Netflix requires volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started a new book since I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange is the New Black. &lt;/span&gt;I realized it is more restful to wait for a good book to come out rather than scramble to find a mediocre novel just so you can be reading something. On Monday, a new Kate Atkinson book comes out, followed by a new Alexander McCall Smith on Tuesday. So one of those will be my next pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1671952425792242486?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1671952425792242486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1671952425792242486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1671952425792242486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1671952425792242486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-s-kind-of-embarrassing-but-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8108358829286514699</id><published>2011-03-16T17:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:41:30.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew! I am trying to keep my head together because I'm busier right now than I've been in my entire life. Makes law school and taking the bar look like a picnic. Good thing we gals can multitask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to tell you I am reading a good book - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women's Prison. &lt;/span&gt;It's about a Smith grad who smuggles drug money into O'Hare and ends up in federal prison ten years later. Surprisingly, she's a really sympathetic narrator and it's a glimpse into a world I (hopefully) will never see. It's worth checking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8108358829286514699?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8108358829286514699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8108358829286514699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8108358829286514699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8108358829286514699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/whew-i-am-trying-to-keep-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7771014671165250665</id><published>2011-03-05T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:08:20.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm reading 3 books right now - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Imperfectionists &lt;/span&gt;by Tom Rachman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hissy Fit &lt;/span&gt;by Mary Kay Andrews, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Peach Keeper&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah Addison Allen. I usually only read one book at a time, but this is kind of fun. I avoided&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Imperfectionists &lt;/span&gt;for a long time - it's about an English-language paper in Rome, and the beginning of the first section just didn't grab me. But I persevered and it really improves. It's a clever story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hissy Fit&lt;/span&gt; is basically mindless fun (which I enjoy). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Peach Keeper &lt;/span&gt;is an advance reviewer copy that came in the mail today. I loved her previous book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sugar Queen. &lt;/span&gt;Today we are taking E to a birthday party where there will be Cuban food and a magician. I've never been to a birthday party with a magician before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7771014671165250665?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7771014671165250665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7771014671165250665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7771014671165250665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7771014671165250665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-im-reading-3-books-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5729014199444117849</id><published>2011-03-02T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:45:31.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nolite te bastardes carborundorum</title><content type='html'>So we got 2 preschool letters. The place where they seemed very nice, but didn't like E's summer birthday (because it meant he would be the oldest in the 2/3 group or the youngest in the 3 group) wait-listed him. The place where they were evil and had a stress playdate said no. They can bite me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minding Frankie &lt;/span&gt;by Maeve Binchy. It was a little slow getting going, but she is the master of the Irish saga. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting to hear from one other school. If he doesn't get in there, a few people have recently recommended some programs. Apparently the Y has one - it wasn't in the preschool book where I got my information, but maybe word of mouth is a better source anyway. I'm beginning to think that's true of life in general. It pays to be plugged in to the community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5729014199444117849?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5729014199444117849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5729014199444117849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5729014199444117849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5729014199444117849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/nolite-te-bastardes-carborundorum.html' title='Nolite te bastardes carborundorum'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6775244990706076822</id><published>2011-02-25T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:10:53.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag, &lt;/span&gt;the second in the Flavia de Luce mystery series, by Alan Bradley. It's interesting, I tried to read the first one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie&lt;/span&gt;, a few years ago, and couldn't get into it. Then the third one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Red Herring Without Mustard, &lt;/span&gt;came out recently and pulled me in right away. The beginning was arresting: Flavia goes to a Gypsy's tent to get her fortune told, and it's suitably ominous; then the tent bursts into flames. So having finished the third, I went back and read the first two, and now I'm a bit in mourning that they're over. Flavia, at 11, is a cross between Harriet the Spy and Lemony Snicket: sardonic and brilliant. She also reminds me of Janie from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harriet the Spy&lt;/span&gt;, because they both love chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6775244990706076822?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6775244990706076822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6775244990706076822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6775244990706076822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6775244990706076822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-finished-weed-that-strings.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1851629235229811461</id><published>2011-02-21T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:39:43.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>French Milk</title><content type='html'>I just finished such a great book - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French Milk. &lt;/span&gt;It took me a few pages to get into - the mix of traditional narrative and sketches took some getting used to. But the author's enthusiasm was infectious. It's the story of the 6 weeks she spent in Paris with her mother, as a 22nd birthday present, and this is her illustrated journal. It made me want to go back to Paris. I haven't been since 1996, on a student budget, and all I really remember is the Louvre (which was fantastic).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1851629235229811461?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1851629235229811461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1851629235229811461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1851629235229811461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1851629235229811461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/french-milk.html' title='French Milk'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4686171304805789783</id><published>2011-02-18T21:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:51:10.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude list</title><content type='html'>I haven't done one of these in a while...so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend TN, from college. A gentle soul and excellent listener.&lt;br /&gt;My friend B, also from college. A free-spirited artist.&lt;br /&gt;The full moon. There is one tonight, and there was also one when I was born. (I learned this in my astrology phase; when you look up your moon sign, you also find out the phase the moon was in.)&lt;br /&gt;Magic. Not the magician kind, but life's capacity to delight and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;New York City. It has its flaws, but has a special energy all its own.&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes! I don't have one every day, but I love 'em. And the city has enough cupcakeries to provide lots of variety.&lt;br /&gt;Books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4686171304805789783?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4686171304805789783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4686171304805789783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4686171304805789783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4686171304805789783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/gratitude-list.html' title='Gratitude list'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8175107785463790907</id><published>2011-02-17T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:58:44.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how small things can make a difference. For the past few days, I've been on a quest for the perfect pair of sneakers. Finally, I realized that I was in denial about my foot width. My feet have gotten wider and there's just no getting round it. So I'm wearing a pair of wide New Balance shoes, and my feet are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is the spectacular weather. The sun showed its almost-forgotten face and the snow seems to be behind us (although there is a rumor of a dusting next week, which I will just choose to ignore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision letters from E's preschool will be mailed on March 1st. I think he will get into at least one. If not, we will come up with creative solutions.  The main benefit of getting into preschool is that we wouldn't have to go through this rigmarole again for kindergarten. But, whatever. We'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reading a very good book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Weird Sisters &lt;/span&gt;by Eleanor Brown. It's about the three daughters of a Shakespeare scholar, and the meaning of "weird" is taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt; - slightly supernatural, linked to the notion of fate. Each sister is struggling with her destiny in some way. It's interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8175107785463790907?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8175107785463790907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8175107785463790907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8175107785463790907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8175107785463790907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6485480743977963754</id><published>2011-02-13T18:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:31:17.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly pictures</title><content type='html'>As requested, here are the pictures from my Philly trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0U0UQuA3xA/TVhoK-Jz4nI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHq87jJJ99k/s1600/IMG00084-20110212-1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0U0UQuA3xA/TVhoK-Jz4nI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHq87jJJ99k/s400/IMG00084-20110212-1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573319076563116658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a street near our hotel...I thought it looked rather French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_1_q6qg6p4/TVhoKgCQB4I/AAAAAAAABHo/Xcyhc_uWnck/s1600/IMG00085-20110212-1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_1_q6qg6p4/TVhoKgCQB4I/AAAAAAAABHo/Xcyhc_uWnck/s400/IMG00085-20110212-1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573319068478343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This red taxi surprised me...every cab is yellow in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rHhKzNVN0A/TVhnzKY8MVI/AAAAAAAABHg/SAKDYksG5r4/s1600/IMG00086-20110212-1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rHhKzNVN0A/TVhnzKY8MVI/AAAAAAAABHg/SAKDYksG5r4/s400/IMG00086-20110212-1258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318667530940754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E at Little Pete's Diner with his new stacking, numbered cups (a gift from the hotel). He loves chanting the numbers and making towers...not sure why he looks so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XzXhBH__rq4/TVhny5Z1vEI/AAAAAAAABHY/_CMPBgQj-Ps/s1600/IMG00088-20110212-1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XzXhBH__rq4/TVhny5Z1vEI/AAAAAAAABHY/_CMPBgQj-Ps/s400/IMG00088-20110212-1412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318662971309122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The museum! As you can see, the stairs are no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73yDkrH8M4w/TVhny9SE-CI/AAAAAAAABHQ/f3ACr71gXRU/s1600/IMG00091-20110212-1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73yDkrH8M4w/TVhny9SE-CI/AAAAAAAABHQ/f3ACr71gXRU/s400/IMG00091-20110212-1515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318664012494882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddha, viewed from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZttOaQQnn0/TVhnylr-WGI/AAAAAAAABHI/XncJOploVhU/s1600/IMG00094-20110212-1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZttOaQQnn0/TVhnylr-WGI/AAAAAAAABHI/XncJOploVhU/s400/IMG00094-20110212-1532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318657678661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Monet I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsBel2HO88A/TVhnylcfQDI/AAAAAAAABHA/__AJAKRuyks/s1600/IMG00095-20110212-1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsBel2HO88A/TVhnylcfQDI/AAAAAAAABHA/__AJAKRuyks/s400/IMG00095-20110212-1544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318657613709362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Monet I've seen before. Pretty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEU3GR1KW0c/TVhnP_jT5RI/AAAAAAAABG4/s-PEf9v5BNw/s1600/IMG00096-20110213-1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEU3GR1KW0c/TVhnP_jT5RI/AAAAAAAABG4/s-PEf9v5BNw/s400/IMG00096-20110213-1147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573318063326225682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A statue of an elephant and its child at the Philadelphia Zoo (which is apparently the oldest zoo in the country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2H-24PNvQo/TVhnH7ittrI/AAAAAAAABGw/1msev1L0gBo/s1600/IMG00097-20110213-1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2H-24PNvQo/TVhnH7ittrI/AAAAAAAABGw/1msev1L0gBo/s400/IMG00097-20110213-1247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573317924811028146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tiger taking a nap. Just like a big, fluffy kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE0P7nqYME4/TVhm_-leA4I/AAAAAAAABGo/uk4M2oAOds0/s1600/IMG00100-20110213-1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE0P7nqYME4/TVhm_-leA4I/AAAAAAAABGo/uk4M2oAOds0/s400/IMG00100-20110213-1252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573317788188935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A peacock, strolling freely through the grounds. It did sport a white tag on its ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD956PaC4_c/TVhm1_A4NNI/AAAAAAAABGg/AknW5jdDqZ4/s1600/IMG00101-20110213-1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD956PaC4_c/TVhm1_A4NNI/AAAAAAAABGg/AknW5jdDqZ4/s400/IMG00101-20110213-1302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573317616505205970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A polar bear heading toward an apple. He's about to eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6485480743977963754?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6485480743977963754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6485480743977963754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6485480743977963754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6485480743977963754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/philly-pictures.html' title='Philly pictures'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0U0UQuA3xA/TVhoK-Jz4nI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHq87jJJ99k/s72-c/IMG00084-20110212-1243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5247686272274438010</id><published>2011-02-12T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:28:45.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City of brotherly love</title><content type='html'>So D and I decided to come to Philly this morning and leave tomorrow afternoon. We planned the trip a while ago and it turned out we couldn't cancel it without paying the full price for the hotel. I am glad we went through with it, because I am mostly feeling better, and it's really cool to be in a new place. We've spent some time in the suburbs of Philly, but never in the city proper, which is much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got here, we went to Little Pete's Diner for lunch. It was basic but enjoyable. Then we went to the Philly art museum which definitely exceeded my expectations. I think we are the only people who have ever walked there. The sidewalk actually ended en route so we were walking in the breakdown lane. It wasn't a real highway, but still. E was on D's shoulders. Then we had to walk up the famous Rocky steps (D estimated that there were 99 of them). So we definitely got our exercise for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how the museum was a little more relaxed than the Met. People smiled at our little puffin running around. He stared at the Hindu statue of Ganesh and said "Oooh!" when he saw a two-headed lion nearby. He wasn't so interested in the Impressionists, but I thought they were lovely. I took a picture of a Monet I hadn't seen before and one that I had. If I remember later, I'll put some pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for dinner, we were planning to go someplace casual, maybe Mexican, but everywhere was booked up because it's Valentine's Day weekend. So we went to Smith &amp;amp; Wollensky, which happened to have a spot, and was convenient. I always forget that steakhouses have great vegetarian sides. This place was no exception. I had a delicious chopped salad and then we shared some truffled macaroni and cheese and broccoli florets. The mac and cheese was divine. Tomorrow we are going to try to go to the zoo, after some challah French toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5247686272274438010?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5247686272274438010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5247686272274438010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5247686272274438010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5247686272274438010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/city-of-brotherly-love.html' title='City of brotherly love'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8053942299723819756</id><published>2011-02-10T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:25:20.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy shade of winter</title><content type='html'>So E and I are sick at the same time. Serves us right for being social :( We took him to a birthday party on Saturday, and I accompanied him to a music class on Monday. Both occasions were chock-full of sick little kids. At the music class, one child went up to the guitarist and fiddled with the knobs on her guitar. The guitarist sang, "Please don't do that, it will make my guitar sound funny; oh well, too late." I found out that she is an opera singer. She doesn't have an imposing presence, though; very down-to-earth and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Swan Thieves&lt;/span&gt; and I'm a little sad about it. It was a nice, long book to get immersed in. The rest of the books in my pile are: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drinking Closer to Home&lt;/span&gt; by Jessica Anya Blau, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Garden &lt;/span&gt;(Alice Hoffman's newest), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The God of the Hive&lt;/span&gt; (the most recent entry in the Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes series).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8053942299723819756?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8053942299723819756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8053942299723819756' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8053942299723819756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8053942299723819756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/hazy-shade-of-winter.html' title='Hazy shade of winter'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5202802119745829444</id><published>2011-02-09T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:05:17.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So E has decided that he doesn't like the stroller anymore. This means we have to walk super slowly everywhere we go (though it is very cute to watch him walk), and I have to restrain him from crossing the street when we don't have the light. He doesn't seem to like limits of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind going so slowly if it weren't so cold. Is it spring yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5202802119745829444?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5202802119745829444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5202802119745829444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5202802119745829444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5202802119745829444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-e-has-decided-that-he-doesnt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5459354543836072921</id><published>2011-02-08T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:47:20.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lark</title><content type='html'>So I just took the Jeopardy online test, for fun. My mom took it too. She recommended it to me - she has always said I am good at it when we watch together. There were 50 questions on the online quiz. I think I got all the literature ones. I found myself guessing on some of the other categories. One clue was, "The order of Leopold is the highest honor in this country." I guessed Austria. My favorite clue: "A deluge of borzois and tabbies." Raining cats and dogs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Swan Thieves &lt;/span&gt;and enjoying it very much. This comes as a surprise because I could not get into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Historian &lt;/span&gt;(Elizabeth Kostova's previous novel) AT ALL. On the other hand, I guess it's not a surprise because I do find art more interesting than vampires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5459354543836072921?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5459354543836072921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5459354543836072921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5459354543836072921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5459354543836072921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/lark.html' title='A lark'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1934721641932149843</id><published>2011-02-03T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:30:49.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the last of E's playdates was today. It will be interesting to see what happens. Each playdate was very different. The first one was actually called a "family meeting" and just involved us walking through the school with E and the head of admissions, then meeting the director of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was a "stress playdate," where the head of admissions and some other stone-faced woman frowned and took notes the whole time as the children were basically expected to perform like show ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one (today) was somewhere in between; there seemed to be some observation and assessment, with the director commenting on how quickly E completed his puzzles. It seems like E is smart, but not a joiner. He does his own thing and does it fast and well, but doesn't seem terribly interested in following the crowd. It didn't seem to bother this director. At school #2, they really like lemmings, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over. And I for one am very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1934721641932149843?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1934721641932149843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1934721641932149843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1934721641932149843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1934721641932149843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-last-of-es-playdates-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1963456361401404289</id><published>2011-01-30T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:07:32.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I saw the Iron &amp;amp; Wine concert tonight. It was one of the best concerts I've been to. The music was lovely, and the singer was, well, *different* (in a fun way). Apparently he has a Ph.D. and was a music professor before his singing/guitar career took off. At one point he was singing, paused and said, "Oh, shit" (I guess he forgot the words, or fumbled them) and then picked up where he left off. Everyone cheered supportively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I liked about the concert was, they didn't confuse "loud" with "good." They had interesting, poetic lyrics and beautiful melodies (only one dud in 2 hours).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1963456361401404289?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1963456361401404289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1963456361401404289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1963456361401404289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1963456361401404289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-saw-iron-wine-concert-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-229959592647851479</id><published>2011-01-28T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:59:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like a Saturday to me, maybe because both boys are still sleeping. We've gotten an unbelievable amount of snow this winter. Yesterday, the sidewalks were a mess...not stroller-friendly at all. However, they were plowed down to a certain street, so we took E to a diner on that corner. He has been feeling a little under the weather, though the fever and cough seem to have passed, and at this stage he just seems to need a lot of rest. Poor little cub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were eating, a mom from my building showed up with her two daughters. The younger girl will be turning one next weekend and she invited us to her birthday party. She perched on her mama's lap and ate avocado and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Facebook, I mentioned that I like Iron &amp;amp; Wine (a mellow, folk-ish group, if you haven't heard of them) and D's cousin's wife said she wished she had known, because she has tickets to see them this weekend. Then the next day she emailed me and invited me to the concert. So that should be fun. I'm a recent convert but I like a lot of their songs, particularly from their second CD, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Endless Numbered Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-229959592647851479?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/229959592647851479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=229959592647851479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/229959592647851479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/229959592647851479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-feels-like-saturday-to-me-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-5257859186513690820</id><published>2011-01-21T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:34:58.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TTntvg0shyI/AAAAAAAABGU/muh_eXTBnZk/s1600/P1010590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TTntvg0shyI/AAAAAAAABGU/muh_eXTBnZk/s400/P1010590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564740215113549602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E and I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble today. He had great fun tearing up and down the aisles. I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Love Goddess's Cooking School&lt;/span&gt; by Melissa Senate. It's about a woman who takes over her grandmother's cooking school in Maine and learns to cook in the process. I'm enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-5257859186513690820?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5257859186513690820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=5257859186513690820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5257859186513690820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/5257859186513690820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/pile.html' title='The pile'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TTntvg0shyI/AAAAAAAABGU/muh_eXTBnZk/s72-c/P1010590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1049060236667255540</id><published>2011-01-18T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:09:58.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I've been trying not to dwell on this too much, but it's what's on my mind, so I'll write a brief post about it. As you may know, the nursery school admission process in New York is insane...there is even a documentary about it, called Nursery University. I actually had fun (or an okay time, anyway) filling out his applications, but now I'm in the thick of interviews/playdates, and it's not so much fun. So that's why I might not be blogging too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We applied to 4 schools - we initially chose 2, but then learned that one of them had 16 seats available and 90 applicants (actually less than 16, because some slots are reserved for siblings). So far, E didn't beat the lottery at 1 school. He did beat it at another school, and the remaining 2 didn't have lotteries. So we're going through the interview/playdate nonsense for those 3 schools. 1 school is completely finished, another will be done tomorrow and the last in February. Decision letters will go out in March. (Yes, it really is like college.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't get in anywhere, I'm sure we'll work something out. Still, it's stressful. I feel envious of people who live in other parts of the country, can just walk into a school, and sign their kids up for a program. At the same time, I realize this will not matter AT ALL in five years, and in the scheme of things, this problem is small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1049060236667255540?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1049060236667255540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1049060236667255540' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1049060236667255540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1049060236667255540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7939670895646478219</id><published>2011-01-13T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:42:30.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leek quiche</title><content type='html'>I had a nice surprise with my cooking today. I've heard that the best cooking arises from mistakes, but I've always been a by-the-book cook so I never had the chance to find out. Well, today I started cooking a quiche and realized I only had 2 eggs. (The recipe called for 4, but I'd been planning to use 3.) I decided to make it anyway, since I'd already chopped up the leeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awaited the results with some trepidation, but I think it's one of my favorite quiches so far. Here's the way I made it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups leeks, rinsed, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1-2 tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;1 9-inch frozen pie crust&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1/3-1/2 c grated Swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/2-1 tbsp flour&lt;br /&gt;sprinkling of Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;1 sliced fresh tomato&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 400. Saute the leeks in butter until tender, then spread evenly over the pie crust. Combine the Swiss, Parmesan and flour; sprinkle onto the pie. Beat together the eggs and cream, and pour over all. Press the tomato slices on the top of the pie and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Bake for 30-35 minutes or until a knife in the center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adapted from allrecipes.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7939670895646478219?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7939670895646478219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7939670895646478219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7939670895646478219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7939670895646478219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/leek-quiche.html' title='Leek quiche'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4030521531327299890</id><published>2011-01-05T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:13:51.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/span&gt;, which I have really mixed feelings about. The acting was excellent. I was particularly impressed with Ryan Gosling. He seems to be able to play a wide variety of roles and do it convincingly. My favorite movie of his is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl. &lt;/span&gt;But...the movie was a real downer. Bleak. It was probably wise to release it in the winter. So...the next thing I see, I would like it to be light and happy. (You know, I'm going to get my wish, because the next movie I watch will probably be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Admirer&lt;/span&gt;, an '80s flick I just got from Netflix.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beekeeper's Apprentice, &lt;/span&gt;a sort of re-telling of the Sherlock Holmes story where he is a retired beekeeper in the English countryside and has a female sidekick, Mary Russell. I like it so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4030521531327299890?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4030521531327299890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4030521531327299890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4030521531327299890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4030521531327299890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-just-saw-blue-valentine-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1573144880241225339</id><published>2011-01-02T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:41:30.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished a book that I really enjoyed reading - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lake Shore Limited &lt;/span&gt;by Sue Miller. I usually like her books, but I avoided this one because I thought it was about 9/11. Turns out I wasn't entirely correct - it's more like a whisper of 9/11, and in a fairly original way. I recommend it if you've liked her other books, or if you just like a quiet, thoughtful, contemplative book with interesting characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a new restaurant today, the Tipsy Parson. For dessert I had a bourbon pecan sundae. I was grateful to be sharing it with D and our friend - it was enormous - but it was quite good. It tasted like they poured a shot of bourbon into it, but the waitress told us afterward, it was part of the gelato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1573144880241225339?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1573144880241225339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1573144880241225339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1573144880241225339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1573144880241225339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-finished-book-that-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6563112116591480286</id><published>2010-12-31T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:17:48.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve thoughts</title><content type='html'>So D and I had dinner, avec bebe, at Otto (a Mario Batali pizza joint) which is somehow both trendy and kid-friendly. I had a bellini (Prosecco and blood orange juice, which sounds creepy, but is tasty) and a balsamic onion/goat cheese pizza. Plus some brussels sprouts with "vin cotto" as an appetizer. (I don't know what vin cotto is, but the sprouts were yummy.) Then we got home, D was reading E a story, and I started wondering which authors I have read all of. (I believe that ending a sentence with a preposition is OK.) Here are the writers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Faith Alterman (totally random)&lt;br /&gt;Kate Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Anjali Bannerjee&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Banks&lt;br /&gt;Emily Barr&lt;br /&gt;Brunonia Barry&lt;br /&gt;Christina Bartolomeo&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Belle&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Berg&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Bilston&lt;br /&gt;Hester Browne&lt;br /&gt;Lily Burana&lt;br /&gt;Julie Buxbaum&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Center&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Chiaverini&lt;br /&gt;Megan Crane&lt;br /&gt;Katie Crouch&lt;br /&gt;Lynda Curnyn&lt;br /&gt;Laura Dave&lt;br /&gt;Robertson Davies&lt;br /&gt;Jill A. Davis&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Dunn&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Finnamore&lt;br /&gt;Emily Giffin&lt;br /&gt;Jane Green&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Hawke&lt;br /&gt;Elin Hilderbrand&lt;br /&gt;Kate Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Jewell&lt;br /&gt;Jill Kargman&lt;br /&gt;Kim Wong Keltner&lt;br /&gt;Beth Kendrick&lt;br /&gt;Marian Keyes&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;br /&gt;Claire LaZebnik&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Lutz&lt;br /&gt;Mameve Medwed&lt;br /&gt;Clare O'Donohue&lt;br /&gt;Ariella Papa&lt;br /&gt;Louise Rennison&lt;br /&gt;Laurie Viera Rigler&lt;br /&gt;J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;Marjane Satrapi&lt;br /&gt;Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Sittenfeld&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Tropper&lt;br /&gt;Anne Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Celestine Vaite&lt;br /&gt;Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Weiner&lt;br /&gt;Allison Winn Scotch&lt;br /&gt;Lolly Winston&lt;br /&gt;Alex Witchel&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was a freakishly long list. To those of you who made it this far, HAPPY NEW YEAR! And the good news is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The list was very easy to compile because LibraryThing has a list of every author I've read, and the ones I'd read all of jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Facebook is not killing Blogger. Facebook is the second most popular site, and Blogger is #8. Not too shabby. Courtesy of alexa.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6563112116591480286?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6563112116591480286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6563112116591480286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6563112116591480286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6563112116591480286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-thoughts.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve thoughts'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-326279929106593554</id><published>2010-12-27T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:40:43.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The real purpose of this post is to let you know that salsa and mac and cheese really do go well together. I made some Annie's mac and cheese (from the box) and mixed in some Paul Newman salsa (my second favorite after Trader Joe's roasted garlic salsa). Really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't wait to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/the_kings_speech/"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It's important to get your Colin Firth fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-326279929106593554?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/326279929106593554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=326279929106593554' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/326279929106593554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/326279929106593554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/real-purpose-of-this-post-is-to-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8054493882355384298</id><published>2010-12-22T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:56:55.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we arrived in Massachusetts today. My mother caught me up on the goings-on. Sadly, her ex-coworker's husband died of a heart attack in a motel room, and a cousin of mine (whom I didn't know very well) died of pancreatic cancer. So she gave me the bad news first, and then during dinner (an onion and cheese pie with salad), she tells me my sister has a new boyfriend! I think the good news should come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has met him yet; he's about my sister's age, an engineer, and has 3 children from a prior marriage. In other news, my oldest nephew (he's 18; he was born when I was a senior in high school) has got into all the colleges he has heard from. He is still waiting to hear from two. So, no one has rejected him yet. I am proud of him. Also, he played a football game in Gillette Stadium. Since I live in New York and am not a sports fan, my mother explained that the Patriots play there. So my nephew has played in the same place Tom Brady does, and it was televised. (They lost the game, but I guess it was still exciting for them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8054493882355384298?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8054493882355384298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8054493882355384298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8054493882355384298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8054493882355384298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-we-arrived-in-massachusetts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7749787682073209849</id><published>2010-12-20T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:25:13.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>So we're headed to New England on Wednesday, taking the wee one on the train. Coloring books are a wonderful invention. I was a shameless slacker with Christmas shopping this year. I made two gifts, bought some others, and have one remaining to buy! I'm planning to get it in Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Irish Country Courtship &lt;/span&gt;by Patrick Taylor. One of those leisurely Irish sagas. I am enjoying it. It is set in northern Ireland, which is a little unusual, but in the 1960s (no unrest then, I think). The cool thing about discovering a series is that you then have a whole bunch of "new" books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my pile: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skippy Dies &lt;/span&gt;(I don't like the title, but it's been recommended), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matched &lt;/span&gt;(one of those dystopia books I keep reading despite myself, but this one seems gentle), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The False Friend, &lt;/span&gt;and a nonfiction book about the "silk road" (an ancient trade route through Europe, Asia, Afghanistan, etc.; totally not something I would usually read, but it looks interesting and well-written).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for the holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7749787682073209849?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7749787682073209849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7749787682073209849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7749787682073209849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7749787682073209849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8752849644370453110</id><published>2010-12-12T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:00:14.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink cardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TQVF4eKwIQI/AAAAAAAABGA/mkM2f7k_T9c/s1600/P1010534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TQVF4eKwIQI/AAAAAAAABGA/mkM2f7k_T9c/s400/P1010534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918952277156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TQVFzChXX9I/AAAAAAAABF4/-H4YL8FYXp0/s1600/P1010533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TQVFzChXX9I/AAAAAAAABF4/-H4YL8FYXp0/s400/P1010533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918858956464082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pink cardigan I'm knitting. It's almost done. Usually, for better or worse, I'm a yarn snob and I insist on using wool instead of acrylic, but this time I broke my rules. I'm glad I did...this acrylic yarn is very soft and fluffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8752849644370453110?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8752849644370453110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8752849644370453110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8752849644370453110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8752849644370453110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-cardi.html' title='Pink cardi'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TQVF4eKwIQI/AAAAAAAABGA/mkM2f7k_T9c/s72-c/P1010534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6232894573965045378</id><published>2010-12-10T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:46:42.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it is almost the new year. I'm in that reflective mode that marks the end of an old year. 2010 had some ups and downs. I made some mistakes, but nothing too serious. I learned some things. Overall, I am optimistic about 2011. What are your thoughts as we approach a new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I'll throw it in this post because otherwise I might forget. The best books I read in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noah's Compass &lt;/span&gt;by Anne Tyler. I love pretty much everything she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Epicure's Lament &lt;/span&gt;by Kate Christensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brava, Valentine &lt;/span&gt;by Adriana Trigiani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice I Have Been &lt;/span&gt;by Melanie Benjamin. Disturbing but illuminating look at the life of Lewis Carroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of the Matter&lt;/span&gt; by Emily Giffin. Another favorite author of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Aloha Quilt&lt;/span&gt; by Jennifer Chiaverini. I love this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Time I Saw You &lt;/span&gt;by Elizabeth Berg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insignificant Others &lt;/span&gt;by Stephen McCauley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One That I Want &lt;/span&gt;by Allison Winn Scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hothouse Flower &lt;/span&gt;by Margot Berwin. About a woman's quest to collect exotic plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cookbook Collector &lt;/span&gt;by Allegra Goodman. Curiously, I can't get into any of her other books. But I enjoyed this one. It also has a beautiful cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stuff That Never Happened &lt;/span&gt;by Maddie Dawson. A new author that I will keep an eye on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow Love &lt;/span&gt;by Dominique Browning. A little depressing, but the writing was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blue Bistro &lt;/span&gt;by Elin Hilderbrand. Perfect summer fiction, about a restaurant on Nantucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Horses &lt;/span&gt;by Alice Hoffman. This one was very, um, memorable. I think there were a lot of true things in it, though the subject matter was shocking for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (drumroll) the most depressing book I read in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Let Me Go &lt;/span&gt;by Kazuo Ishiguro. About mistreated clones in a dystopian culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6232894573965045378?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6232894573965045378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6232894573965045378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6232894573965045378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6232894573965045378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/wow-i-cant-believe-it-is-almost-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8910143718891880200</id><published>2010-12-07T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:03:14.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>So I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt; today, and the theater was packed (at 2:30 pm on a Tuesday afternoon). It was really good. It was also not what I expected. I thought it would be a ridiculous, fun ballet movie, with a little catty rivalry thrown in for kicks. Wrong. It was very intense, one of the most gripping movies I've seen in a long time. There were a few campy moments, but I think they were thrown in for comic relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me a bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosemary's Baby&lt;/span&gt; - the mounting sense of paranoia, are they ganging up on her, or is it really in her head? But it was really its own creation. One thing I thought was really cool about it was that there was no mundanity. In real life, the mundane is inevitable, but all these characters avoided it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8910143718891880200?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8910143718891880200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8910143718891880200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8910143718891880200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8910143718891880200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-473213755670581634</id><published>2010-12-03T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:56:10.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock pot apple crisp</title><content type='html'>I'm sharing this because I'm pretty sure it's going to be awesome. It's in my crock pot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 c sliced apples&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 t cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease crock pot. Line bottom with apple slices. Combine the other ingredients in a bowl, and cover apples with mixture. Cover and cook on low until apples are tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Roxanne)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-473213755670581634?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/473213755670581634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=473213755670581634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/473213755670581634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/473213755670581634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/crock-pot-apple-crisp.html' title='Crock pot apple crisp'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-8869851870374882231</id><published>2010-12-01T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:26:55.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I survived E's first preschool interview. It was very different from most interviews I've experienced. At first, the director just told us about the school at an exhaustive level of detail. She was clearly very passionate about it and very involved. When we toured the classrooms, the children knew her by name and came running up to her. They were all cute and spirited, yet well-behaved. The teachers seemed to have a lot of control over the class, but without yelling or losing their cool. No one was neglected and everyone seemed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing was interesting. I think the director was very observant. At one point, she asked which hand E uses for various activities. She said, "You use your left, which one does he use?" That startled and impressed me. I'm not sure how she could tell I was a lefty, I didn't write anything in front of her. Anyway, I told her my mom thinks E is a righty, but when she asked me more questions, I realized he uses both hands for most things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-8869851870374882231?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8869851870374882231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=8869851870374882231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8869851870374882231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/8869851870374882231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-survived-es-first-preschool.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7253085172079346395</id><published>2010-11-29T19:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:19:43.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to have blog block, but I don't want this little page to feel neglected. So, bits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went home for Thanksgiving. It was very nice aside from the allergy attack I always get around the family dogs. I love animals but am allergic to most of them. Fortunately, my mother doesn't have one (we stayed at her place). The food was delicious; we had vegetarian shepherd's pie, which I made, plus mac &amp;amp; cheese, roasted butternut squash, hummus pizza and sundry other goodies. My sister's peanut butter cookies are always a smash hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Books. I just finished the first two books in the Someday Quilts mystery series. They have almost tempted me to make a quilt, but it seems more complicated and time-consuming than knitting. Maybe someday. I like the series, the first book was stronger than the second, but I have a feeling the third one will be great (I picked it up accidentally when I was looking for the second one, and was impressed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Knitting. Here is a picture of a scarf I finished recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TPRDDkdYrjI/AAAAAAAABFo/MR65MnbUlBQ/s1600/P1010510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TPRDDkdYrjI/AAAAAAAABFo/MR65MnbUlBQ/s400/P1010510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545130769805520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7253085172079346395?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7253085172079346395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7253085172079346395' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7253085172079346395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7253085172079346395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-seem-to-have-blog-block-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl3ulJhBe4Y/TPRDDkdYrjI/AAAAAAAABFo/MR65MnbUlBQ/s72-c/P1010510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-2631127607654470095</id><published>2010-11-21T18:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:04:59.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's kind of scary. I've always prided myself on having a good memory, but it's starting to slip. A Facebook friend posted the video for Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey." I used to like this song, but I had completely forgotten it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I was walking past a building with D and E and said, "That used to be an expensive grocery store, what was it called?" and D said, "Balducci's." In our relationship, I have always been the "memory one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after thinking about it, I decided not to worry. Who wants to remember everything, anyway? It's more relaxing this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-2631127607654470095?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2631127607654470095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=2631127607654470095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2631127607654470095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/2631127607654470095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-kind-of-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-251885207106716503</id><published>2010-11-20T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:20:26.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting into the holiday spirit this year. I bought my niece's birthday presents (her birthday falls on Thanksgiving this year). It was funny, the cashier said, "I can tell your favorite color is purple," and I said, "Actually, it's for my niece." But it's true, purple is becoming my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'm not too stressed about gifts. I made some, figured out what I will buy for others, and only have one question mark. I'll enlist D's help picking something out for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the food, too...pumpkin pie, vegetarian shepherd's pie, and squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to on Thanksgiving or Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-251885207106716503?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/251885207106716503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=251885207106716503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/251885207106716503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/251885207106716503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-getting-into-holiday-spirit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4954080222322036129</id><published>2010-11-19T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:47:39.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I think Facebook is killing Blogger. Most of the people who were blogging when I started have stopped. But I am going to try to hang in here. So, in honor of all you bloggers who may or may not be reading, here is a recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Bean Chili&lt;/span&gt; (from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vegetarian Times&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch scallions&lt;br /&gt;10-oz bag frozen sweet corn&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;roasted garlic salsa (I highly recommend Trader Joe's brand. It is good enough to eat out of the jar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the beans, scallions and salsa in a large saucepan or wok over medium heat. Cover and cook for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the cover, add the salt and corn, and cook until heated through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sprinkle shredded Monterey Jack on top if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy and very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading my first Aunt Dimity book. It's a mystery series, set in England, and quite cozy. I like it, although it is slightly slow-paced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4954080222322036129?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4954080222322036129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4954080222322036129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4954080222322036129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4954080222322036129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-i-think-facebook-is-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-784788739532486596</id><published>2010-11-15T11:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:08:17.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to talk a bit about food. I'm about to head out for lunch with D - MIL has the baby - and I love some of the offerings at this place. They have some sandwiches that are permanent; others are seasonal. One of the seasonal ones is called "Thanksgiving leftovers" (even though Thanksgiving hasn't happened yet). It consists of Brussels sprouts, sweet potato, cranberry sauce, and Tofurkey on bread. I never had Tofurkey before, but it's actually better than turkey. And I love Brussels sprouts. I know, that might be unusual. And this place also has excellent cupcakes. So I'm looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Let Me Go &lt;/span&gt;by Kazuo Ishiguro. I thought it might be bleak and depressing, but I'm enjoying it. It's about a dystopian world, but he's not dwelling too heavily on that aspect. I like how he writes about seemingly small things and finds meaning in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...I really hate gift-giving occasions, like the holidays. That is, I like other things about the holidays, like seeing your family, and food. But I'm not big on gifts. I get stressed out picking them. It's really hard to figure out what someone else will like, and chances are they have it already. Every once in a while something jumps out at me and makes me think of a particular person. That's when I have the most success buying a present. But you can't count on it happening, and sometimes it happens at the wrong time. I found the perfect present for D about a week after his birthday. Fortunately, I waited for it, and got it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to...I know there's a book out there about the 5 languages of love. I read about it on a blog and then I skimmed it online. The basic idea is that every person needs one of these things in order to feel loved: gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time or physical touch. I'm "acts of service" with maybe a dash of "words of affirmation." It puzzles me when people are "gifts." A friend of ours, his girlfriend is like that...so he bought her diamond earrings. He said you could really tell that she liked them and they were meaningful to her. I don't know, diamond earrings would be pretty meaningless to me. It's more meaningful to me when someone is there for me, when I know I can rely on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-784788739532486596?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/784788739532486596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=784788739532486596' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/784788739532486596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/784788739532486596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-going-to-talk-bit-about-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-4390503245658526984</id><published>2010-11-14T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:13:25.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got word today that E has two preschool interviews - one is reassuringly called a "family meeting." Apparently, in the crazy world that is NYC preschool admissions, the children are admitted at least partially based on the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has a play date scheduled, probably to see how well he plays with others. I was impressed at the playground recently - another child was playing with his favorite clock dial and E waited his turn. When it was his turn, he shared the dial with another toddler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-4390503245658526984?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4390503245658526984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=4390503245658526984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4390503245658526984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/4390503245658526984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-i-got-word-today-that-e-has-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-6850250818826402457</id><published>2010-11-13T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:32:18.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So D and I had a "date night." I have always cringed at this phrase, but in practice it's a nice break from the routine, though I always miss E when we have one. This time we tried a restaurant we had never been to before. The interior space was huge, including an indoor garden with a skylight, trees draped with fairy lights, and a random deer that a guy was using as an armrest. (It was standing right behind him.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-6850250818826402457?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6850250818826402457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=6850250818826402457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6850250818826402457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/6850250818826402457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-d-and-i-had-date-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-378010004838224910</id><published>2010-11-11T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:35:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Day&lt;/span&gt; by David Nicholls. I put off reading it for a while because I thought it might be trite and annoying. But it's actually quite good. There are just a couple of questions plaguing me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When are they going to get together? (Don't tell me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who is going to play them in the film version? (I heard there's going to be one.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-378010004838224910?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/378010004838224910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=378010004838224910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/378010004838224910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/378010004838224910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-reading-one-day-by-david-nicholls.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-1814939589153695587</id><published>2010-11-09T09:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:03:49.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm finishing up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Farmer's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; (Jim Harrison) and enjoying it quite a bit. He writes equally well from a male or female point of view, which is pretty rare if you ask me. He's a somewhat random author for me to like, since all of his books seem to be set in Montana, Canada, North Dakota or the upper peninsula of Michigan, but I just like the way he writes. If you are looking for a book, I recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Whole Foods, I saw a display of yams mixed with marshmallows and it made me think of Thanksgiving. I think sweet potatoes are sweet enough by themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-1814939589153695587?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1814939589153695587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=1814939589153695587' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1814939589153695587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/1814939589153695587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-finishing-up-farmers-daughter-jim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7553638691796134364</id><published>2010-11-08T13:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:18:43.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am grateful for...</title><content type='html'>Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;the possibility of snow&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin cupcakes from Billy's Bakery&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin pancake mix from Trader Joe's&lt;br /&gt;snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;little E&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;men who name their dog "Judy" after Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;and many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7553638691796134364?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7553638691796134364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7553638691796134364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7553638691796134364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7553638691796134364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='Things I am grateful for...'/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7738522213845079453</id><published>2010-11-06T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:35:25.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we went to Philly today for a gathering of D's father's relatives. It's funny, I didn't feel much of a pull toward Philadelphia back in the day, but now I'm kind of curious about it. I wouldn't mind spending a weekend there sometime and getting to know it better. Whenever we go, we meet D's relatives at a restaurant in the suburbs, so the city itself is still kind of a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like 30th Street station. The Amtrak agent who waited on me (we had to exchange our tickets because we missed our train back to New York) seemed not to get the Philly friendliness memo. But the station is pretty and their newsstand/bookstore had surprisingly good books. I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Farmer's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; by Jim Harrison. I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The English Major &lt;/span&gt;by him and liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7738522213845079453?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7738522213845079453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7738522213845079453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7738522213845079453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7738522213845079453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-we-went-to-philly-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13605815.post-7653812392307740347</id><published>2010-11-04T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:43:38.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it started out as a dismal rainy day, but a few good things happened. I picked up 3 books, 1 from the library, 2 from B&amp;amp;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly &lt;/span&gt;(Connie May Fowler), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russian Winter &lt;/span&gt;(Daphne Kaloty), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tenth Song &lt;/span&gt;(Naomi Ragen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at Think Coffee, a funky coffee place where I never actually get coffee, to buy an apple crumb square. The cashier said, "We have apple crumb squares?" and I said yes, and showed him. When he saw them, recognition dawned and he yelled, "Oh yeah!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13605815-7653812392307740347?l=potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7653812392307740347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13605815&amp;postID=7653812392307740347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7653812392307740347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13605815/posts/default/7653812392307740347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potatoesinthemist.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-it-started-out-as-dismal-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bearette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695540798528134304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f88rKIYhT1Y/TguQ2_NEZ0I/AAAAAAAABLM/IQMXr47kRow/s220/tulips-yellow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
