<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861</id><updated>2008-07-29T12:35:39.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>StuntMom - The Stay at Home Mom Blog</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-3188167387731334986</id><published>2008-07-28T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:36:28.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay at Home Mom Blog- SAHMANSWERS</title><summary type='text'>Drowning Our Kids In Happiness

Here's another blog about staying at home with an excellent article about sparing our children's feelings too often. 

</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/07/stay-at-home-mom-blog-sahmanswers.html' title='Stay at Home Mom Blog- SAHMANSWERS'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=3188167387731334986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/3188167387731334986'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/3188167387731334986'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-6362230484580714532</id><published>2008-07-28T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:32:23.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Are Out of Control</title><summary type='text'>Over brunch I was talking with some friends this weekend, two being brand new parents, and I was saying how I have lost all control around the house and that I needed to be on one of those Nanny shows to have them come and tell me what I'm doing wrong. Certainly I'm to blame for my kids fighting endlessly and clinging to my side to the point that we don't get space from each other.

My good </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/07/my-kids-are-out-of-control.html' title='My Kids Are Out of Control'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=6362230484580714532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6362230484580714532'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6362230484580714532'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-618865091237564159</id><published>2008-07-27T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:51:35.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergo Baby Carrier</title><summary type='text'>
The Ergo Baby Carrier, I have often said I should start selling this product since I must be their biggest fan in the world.

I can't tell you how much I have loved this baby carrier over the years. It takes a little bit of confidence to use, but the benefits far outweigh the need for a spotter the first time you use this carrier. It fits easily in a suitcase, unlike most back packs and it is so</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/07/ergo-baby-carrier.html' title='Ergo Baby Carrier'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=618865091237564159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/618865091237564159'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/618865091237564159'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-1562750816151165619</id><published>2008-06-26T14:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:52:57.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Movie Camps- $1 Movies For Charity</title><summary type='text'>Every Wednesday at 10:00am now through August 6th there is a kid movie playing at the Newport on the Levee theater. We tested it out this week and found it well worth the dollar price to get in. We got there super early since they said you could buy your tickets up to a week in advance, I figured that meant they might sell out, but that was not the case at all. Plenty of seats. Plenty of quiet </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/06/summer-movie-camps-1-movies-for-charity.html' title='Summer Movie Camps- $1 Movies For Charity'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=1562750816151165619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1562750816151165619'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1562750816151165619'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-1690110532988082448</id><published>2008-06-26T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:06:37.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Are Eating Again!</title><summary type='text'>It may be the summer, endless hours at the pool, or not getting Cheetos or cookies during school snack time, but what ever it may be my kids are back to eating again. I'm no longer overly sensitive of people bragging that their kids eat anything. Mine still don't, and most likely never will. But the good news is that after having them to myself this summer, I've managed to get them eating like </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/06/my-kids-are-eating-again.html' title='My Kids Are Eating Again!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=1690110532988082448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1690110532988082448'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1690110532988082448'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7487881736966603164</id><published>2008-06-19T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:45:54.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNITED WAY DAY OF ACTION, JUNE 21</title><summary type='text'>UNITED WAY DAY OF ACTION, JUNE 21
Bring the Family to a Born Learning Trail Near You!

     On June 21, the longest day of the year, United Way of Greater Cincinnati (UWGC) will join United Ways across the country in its first annual United Way Day of Action.  This event is part of United Way’s new LIVE UNITED campaign and serves as a call-to-action for individuals to come together in collective </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/06/united-way-day-of-action-june-21.html' title='UNITED WAY DAY OF ACTION, JUNE 21'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7487881736966603164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7487881736966603164'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7487881736966603164'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-3512782407736812972</id><published>2008-06-14T23:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:41:18.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Moment of Parenting</title><summary type='text'>So often when one of my children does something sweet I say to myself, "How am I going to remember this special moment when I'm old." My Aunt Charlotte told me when I was a new mom to throw away the baby books and keep a notebook of all the cute things they say. She told me they all get their first tooth, but it's the sweet things they say that set them apart.

So today is the first day that I'm </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/06/sweet-moment-of-parenting.html' title='A Sweet Moment of Parenting'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=3512782407736812972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/3512782407736812972'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/3512782407736812972'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-1618846163559115530</id><published>2008-06-03T20:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:39:20.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Push Me Over the Edge</title><summary type='text'>We all know the mom I'm talking about here (or maybe I/you are such a mom, no judgment from this desk). This is the mom that makes sure to work into a conversation about how their two year old has been out of diapers since the week before his second birthday. Or maybe you didn't hear that her four year old has had the training wheels off his two wheeler since...oh heck she can't even remember </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/06/dont-push-me-over-edge.html' title='Don&apos;t Push Me Over the Edge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=1618846163559115530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1618846163559115530'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1618846163559115530'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-2750027492645343648</id><published>2008-05-29T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:59:37.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year of School</title><summary type='text'>When I dropped my oldest daughter off at kindergarten in the fall of 2007, it was a happy moment in my life. I didn't shed a tear or panic that she had grown up too quickly. I was really happy for the experience she was going to get. She seemed ready to leave us behind at home. Things were getting a little dull for her around the house and she needed some new challenges, so I felt like I was </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/05/first-year-of-school.html' title='The First Year of School'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=2750027492645343648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2750027492645343648'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2750027492645343648'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7359556855736558710</id><published>2008-05-12T12:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:52:13.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Range Kids</title><summary type='text'>We all have our own fears for how and where our kids are going to get hurt. I personally have an irrational fear of my kids being in a car wreck while someone other than myself is driving. It took me a long time relax while my mother in law or husband drives my three little darlings around. But I'm finding the longer I'm a mom, the easier it is becoming. I still have a slightly uneasy feel in my </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/05/free-range-kids.html' title='Free Range Kids'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7359556855736558710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7359556855736558710'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7359556855736558710'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-8289333906543212330</id><published>2008-04-23T06:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:22:12.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Season at Our House</title><summary type='text'>And I'm feeling so overwhelmed! I managed to talk the kids out of an organized party by instead doing something special on their day. My oldest daughter is taking a friend to a pottery painting place for the afternoon and for some reason I thought this was going to be easier. But instead I realized I didn't talk her out of anything. We still need to make the cake design of her choice, let's not </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/04/birthday-season-at-our-house.html' title='Birthday Season at Our House'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=8289333906543212330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8289333906543212330'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8289333906543212330'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-1015228559312595339</id><published>2008-04-23T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:08:56.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog to Inspire</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I'm contemplating working vs. staying at home I often seek the Internet. (Yes, I question it often) Here is a great website to offer insight on life as a stay at home mom. It was cancer that made her take a step back and realize her meaning in life.

Wendy, the blogging woman wrote an article about taking your kids to work day as a stay at home mom, and won the contest- pretty cool.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/04/blog-to-inspire.html' title='A Blog to Inspire'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=1015228559312595339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1015228559312595339'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1015228559312595339'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-4305814002195860155</id><published>2008-04-05T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:56:31.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason to Blog</title><summary type='text'>I imagine I've run my readers away by not having a post in weeks, so be it. I'm going to write anyway since I'm finally feeling a reason to write.

I've been a single parent for the last week, husband traveling, saving money for the company by spending the weekend in Europe... Not a problem, I can handle it. I used to stay at home full time without help, I know I can handle a few weeks without </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/04/reason-to-blog.html' title='A Reason to Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=4305814002195860155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/4305814002195860155'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/4305814002195860155'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-6103616611056730591</id><published>2008-03-06T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:09:10.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Junk Mail Opt Out</title><summary type='text'>We get tons of pre-approved credit notices and refinancing options in our daily mail. This company number provides all of your credit info to the companies that send out the junk mail. Not only is it good to do to ward off identity theft, but we can save a tree at the same time.

Call this number 1-888-567-8688 to put a stop to the mailings.  They ask for your social security number and birth </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/03/another-junk-mail-opt-out.html' title='Another Junk Mail Opt Out'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=6103616611056730591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6103616611056730591'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6103616611056730591'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-8744607330365612050</id><published>2008-02-16T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:14:18.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the Earth One Mom at a Time</title><summary type='text'>A friend sent me this article.      If you have ever spent an afternoon watching the lunch crowd and seeing the garbage generated one would easily jump on board for the waste free lunches. It's shocking how much garbage one small school creates at lunch with milk cartons, "lunchables", pudding cups, need I continue? It's a challenge since it's so easy to assemble lunches with prepackaged foods, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/02/saving-earth-one-mom-at-time.html' title='Saving the Earth One Mom at a Time'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=8744607330365612050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8744607330365612050'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8744607330365612050'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-1812842680589290189</id><published>2008-02-09T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:46:04.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Eating Healthy Around this House</title><summary type='text'>My husband got hooked on this food tracking website a few months ago and it started getting on my nerves as of late. Right after eating every meal- at least at home, he spends time on the laptop (yes, our piece of junk Dell Alienware laptop) entering what he ate, and getting a "BLI Index" score. It's been a great thing in our house since the site has been teaching him about what foods are bad, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/02/we-are-eating-healthy-around-this-house.html' title='We Are Eating Healthy Around this House'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=1812842680589290189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1812842680589290189'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/1812842680589290189'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7130049588916825112</id><published>2008-02-06T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:21:41.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant and Forgetful?</title><summary type='text'>So it's proven, we are more forgetful now that we have given birth. This article helped me feel better about my lack of memory that is so obviously tarnished.    Not that I'm claiming to have ever remembered anyone's phone number or name.  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/02/pregnant-and-forgetful.html' title='Pregnant and Forgetful?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7130049588916825112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7130049588916825112'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7130049588916825112'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-8833237018593306630</id><published>2008-01-26T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:49:31.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the Hammers Outside</title><summary type='text'>My husband is out of town for a fun filled three day weekend with the guys, so today, Saturday seemed to be an incredibly long day. He took the minivan with him so I can't legally drive the kids anywhere since the three car seats don't fit in the car. We are stuck in the cabin.

It's a  day where three o'clock comes around, naps are over and you can't believe it's more than three hours until </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/01/leave-hammers-outside.html' title='Leave the Hammers Outside'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=8833237018593306630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8833237018593306630'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/8833237018593306630'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7821854465736410126</id><published>2008-01-25T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:48:28.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is NOT a Technology Website, Really</title><summary type='text'>Rather than smashing my new Virgin Mobil phone with a sledge hammer, I figured I would vent my frustrations over the Internet instead. Less clean up, less violent. Oddly enough I have found the need to vent about technology once again. The issue this round is not my crappy Alienware laptop, but my great money saving plan of switching cell phones. My contract with Verizon expired a few years ago </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/01/this-is-not-technology-website-really.html' title='This is NOT a Technology Website, Really'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7821854465736410126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7821854465736410126'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7821854465736410126'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-6591102384493247897</id><published>2008-01-13T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:31:25.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Follow-Up to the Dell Alienware Laptop Post</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Laptops- Don't buy a Dell Alienware Laptop

Readers and friends, thanks for your comments and concerns. It seems like this has become a hot topic around our circle of friends so I thought I would do a quick recap of the situation.

We never did hear back from Dell once we sent our original invoice out. We figured since the laptop was old- now three years, which my hubby is in the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/01/follow-up-to-dell-alienware-laptop-post.html' title='A Follow-Up to the Dell Alienware Laptop Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=6591102384493247897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6591102384493247897'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/6591102384493247897'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-2402431845179850326</id><published>2008-01-12T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:44:37.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Junk Mail</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to follow up with the great success I've had from Catalogue Choice the website that automatically cancels your unwanted subscriptions to mail order catalogues. So far I have cancelled 23 different catalogues and they still keep coming. Now that I have a bookmark on my computer, I instantly check to see if it's on my cancelled list. The pottery barn seems to be holding on the longest, but</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/01/less-junk-mail.html' title='Less Junk Mail'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=2402431845179850326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2402431845179850326'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2402431845179850326'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-485059283459197394</id><published>2008-01-02T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:34:19.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Sweet Gift</title><summary type='text'>I had a birthday a few weeks ago and my two oldest daughters were very excited about the idea of buying me a gift. I insisted that I would love just a painting or something else that they could make, but they had visions of spending some time with Daddy taking them shopping with the purpose being my birthday. 

So the big day came and they were besides themselves with excitement. From the moment </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2008/01/such-sweet-gift.html' title='Such a Sweet Gift'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=485059283459197394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/485059283459197394'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/485059283459197394'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7643760928853448167</id><published>2007-12-31T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:43:09.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter Dip in the Pool</title><summary type='text'>For some reason the holidays kept us in the house so much more than we are used to. Whether it was having family over or just getting stuff done around here, we found ourselves constantly in the cabin, which created some miserable kids and adults too. Today I broke out of the mold. I left a half undecorated tree and boxes of Christmas stuff that needed to go back to the attic in the entryway and </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2007/12/winter-dip-in-pool.html' title='A Winter Dip in the Pool'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7643760928853448167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7643760928853448167'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7643760928853448167'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-7246933268059244675</id><published>2007-12-16T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:23:32.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Door To Door Organics!</title><summary type='text'>Ah, my dream has finally become a reality. A few weeks ago I got a flier on my front door for fresh organic produce delivery and thought, hey, it's finally happening. Cincinnati is catching on to the importance of organic produce. The beauty of delivery is that it is the luck of the draw, and I love that surprise. I joined a produce co-op last spring/summer/fall and not only did I cook more, I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2007/12/door-to-door-organics.html' title='Door To Door Organics!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=7246933268059244675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7246933268059244675'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/7246933268059244675'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13595861.post-2749386201237921680</id><published>2007-12-16T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:03:34.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Laptops- Don't buy a Dell Alienware Laptop</title><summary type='text'>I hate my Alienware laptop. I know harsh words for a semi-lover of computers but it's true. I feel like it's my mission in life to stop at least one person from making such a crazy purchase. My husband bought it a few years back claiming to love the slim size. Sure I think it was more of a marketing job well done, since it's a computer geared toward gamers- did I forget to tell you my hubby is a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/2007/12/speaking-of-laptops-dont-buy-dell.html' title='Speaking of Laptops- Don&apos;t buy a Dell Alienware Laptop'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13595861&amp;postID=2749386201237921680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stuntmom.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2749386201237921680'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13595861/posts/default/2749386201237921680'/><author><name>StuntMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15139907408011742274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>