<?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-4128359188234659919</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:37:51.132-08:00</updated><category term='couponing'/><category term='savings'/><category term='religious'/><title type='text'>KaKi's Knotions</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for my thoughts on couponing, knitting, organizing and life.  Should be fun.  Maybe creative.  Maybe not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3340621056398537869</id><published>2009-09-09T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:17:30.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-doing My Kitchen</title><summary type='text'>You know, DIY projects always sound so great in the planning stages.  You start dreaming and suddenly you can "see" the finished project.  It is really exciting and motivating.  That lasts usually about 2 days for me.  Then you are left with a kitchen that has the wallpaper off, ugly walls, exposed blemishes that you have to spackle and sand.  I am sick of my kitchen now!!  I don't last very long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3340621056398537869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3340621056398537869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3340621056398537869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3340621056398537869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-doing-my-kitchen.html' title='Re-doing My Kitchen'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2415808834809142314</id><published>2009-09-01T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:30:51.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><summary type='text'>She burst out the door into the sunshine.  The cool breeze of September swirled around her as she danced down the sidewalk.  An onlooker earlier would have seen a very different woman go inside the building.  She was holding her hip, and the concentration on her face belied the anxiety she felt.  She clung to her husband as they walked down the sidewalk.  Something happened inside the building.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2415808834809142314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2415808834809142314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2415808834809142314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2415808834809142314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8399205744877465073</id><published>2009-08-21T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:05:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here Comes the Sun</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I have had several cries and one FABULOUS talk with Mr. M and I am better.  I think I have been missing something.  I have mistaken bucking up and having a stiff upper lip for acceptance and making the most of my life.  In reality, I am still living as a victim.  We all have obstacles, mine just happen to be physical, yours may be money, time, family, emotional, etc.  So instead of reacting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8399205744877465073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8399205744877465073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8399205744877465073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8399205744877465073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-here-comes-sun.html' title='And Here Comes the Sun'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/So6ar6LOd4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NFo59jB8xGY/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-4812545664365111930</id><published>2009-08-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:55:57.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOILER ALERT - or should I say WHINER ALERT?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, sorry, but today is probably going to be all whining.  You know I live day to day with what amounts to the stomach flu.  You know how you feel when your stomach is crampy and you have to go every 30 minutes to an hour?  Well, that is my "normal".  On top of that I have constant pain in my hips, feet, knees, shoulder.  I can't stand for too long, I can't sit for too long.  It is really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4812545664365111930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=4812545664365111930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4812545664365111930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4812545664365111930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/spoiler-alert-or-should-i-say-whiner.html' title='SPOILER ALERT - or should I say WHINER ALERT?'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-758636088810144798</id><published>2009-08-17T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:08:36.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, Aging, Freedom</title><summary type='text'>Missy starts high school today.  Well, technically it is an orientation day, but it counts as a day of school.  So we will all go together and learn more about the school and pay money.  This means I am a mom of 2 high schoolers.  This means I am officially middle aged.  I am pondering that this morning as I lallygag and put off getting up and started on my day.I remember looking at the parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/758636088810144798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=758636088810144798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/758636088810144798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/758636088810144798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-aging-freedom.html' title='Time, Aging, Freedom'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1018771525116928749</id><published>2009-08-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:54:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that many bloggers come and go with their blogs.  Some write daily with such diligence, it embarrasses me.  Some write 3-5 times a week with regularity.  Others write VERY infrequently.  I seem to go in seasons.  When I get started writing, there is no stopping me.  It consumes me.  Everything I do, I consider, should I blog about this????  But when I stop...I STOP.  I don't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1018771525116928749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1018771525116928749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1018771525116928749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1018771525116928749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-4976729928418478822</id><published>2009-03-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:13:43.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'>When I sit in my place of worship, I feel safe.  Not always emotionally safe, as I am the preacher's wife and with that comes some vulnerability.  But physically safe.  I never worry about my safety or that of my kids.  Yes, we have people of all walks of life in our building, but we are safe together.  As I listened to NPR this morning, I heard a story of yet another mosque in Palestine being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4976729928418478822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=4976729928418478822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4976729928418478822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4976729928418478822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-4487385794430644520</id><published>2009-03-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:02:11.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swagbucks</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I know, I haven't posted much except when I am promoting stuff.  I am trying to work on that, but the body is not really helping me.  I just started a new drug, so hopefully, my energy level will increase drastically in the next few weeks.So on to the promotion.  I have finally succumbed to the Internet pressure.  I have read about swagbucks for some time.  I am hesitant to join the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4487385794430644520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=4487385794430644520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4487385794430644520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4487385794430644520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/swagbucks.html' title='Swagbucks'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2347115406567773987</id><published>2009-03-06T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:35:53.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><summary type='text'>I started a novel about a month ago.  I have thought about doing this for a long time, but never put pen to paper so to speak.  So this idea came into my head and I actually sat down and started writing.  It was an amazing feeling.  The words just poured out of my head, it was  really thrilling.  I could hear the main character speaking to me. (not like God or anything weird)  She even  made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2347115406567773987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2347115406567773987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2347115406567773987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2347115406567773987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-5740178195010966227</id><published>2009-03-02T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:29:23.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><summary type='text'>It is March.  It is March and there is snow on the ground.  Now, in the north, northeast, I realize that this is not such a big deal.  In the south, this is BIG news!  It was predicted we might get as much as 6 inches, but luckily it was more like 2 inches.  It is pretty, I do love snow, but I had turned my attention to spring.  My bulbs are sprouting, Forsythia is blooming and baseball starts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5740178195010966227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=5740178195010966227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5740178195010966227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5740178195010966227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-7945858035812617254</id><published>2009-02-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:35:14.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday started a week from hell.  My soul, my psyche, and my heart would take a beating by Thursday.  Blows came from all directions.  Blows from teens and friends.  I was finally pushed over the edge and Thursday I spent freefalling into the abyss.  I wallowed.  Yes, I did.  I allowed myself that luxury.  You know sometimes, I think we have to wallow around in the pain and self-pity to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7945858035812617254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=7945858035812617254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/7945858035812617254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/7945858035812617254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3987041892994170565</id><published>2009-02-05T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:34:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heavy Heart</title><summary type='text'>As a child I used to envision my dad tied to a totem pole with Indians (sorry, but that is what I called them when I was 4) dancing around him (much like in the cartoons of the 60's), when he would be unable to come home for lunch because he was "tied up".  Now as I read the title and realize that is the correct description of my heart right now, I envision my heart so full of pain and sorrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3987041892994170565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3987041892994170565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3987041892994170565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3987041892994170565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/02/heavy-heart.html' title='A Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1985066600048761687</id><published>2009-01-29T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:47:34.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggie Giveaways - A FLIP CAMERA</title><summary type='text'>I just found a new blog.  This one is perfect for me!  It is A Cowboy's Wife.  She is currently giving away a Flip Camera.  Have I ever mentioned how much I would LOVE to have a Flip Camera????  They are amazing.  I just can't afford one right now.  But think of all the ways you could use it!  I could have it in my purse so when Missy and her friends are doing something funny...BAM! I could video</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1985066600048761687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1985066600048761687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1985066600048761687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1985066600048761687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloggie-giveaways-flip-camera.html' title='Bloggie Giveaways - A FLIP CAMERA'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-93391086381960558</id><published>2009-01-28T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:17:52.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><summary type='text'>Hi, my name is Mrs. M, and I am a Facebook addict.  Yes, I said it out loud.  I am addicted.  I love seeing what my friends and family are doing.  But here is where the real addiction comes into play.  I am addicted to playing Scramble live.  Oh I can rationalize, it is helping my brain.  I have noticed that my memory is not the greatest lately and with Alzheimer's in my genes, I need to do some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/93391086381960558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=93391086381960558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/93391086381960558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/93391086381960558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8805184206158114437</id><published>2009-01-17T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:25:44.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY</title><summary type='text'>Jane is having yet another giveaway. This one is even more fantastic!! I love using reuseable bags to grocery shop. I try to get cute ones, but honestly, I use what is free. I got some at the State Fair one year from the cable company. They were free and I made my whole family walk through and get one. They are flimsy though and really only good for chips or bread. Of course, I still use them. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8805184206158114437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8805184206158114437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8805184206158114437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8805184206158114437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/giveaway.html' title='GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1142457644772389069</id><published>2009-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:37:54.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is cold, cold here. Not nearly as cold as in other places, but still, cold. When I have Meinere's I get really dependent and scared to go out. I have been pretty low. So today I got my hair cut. It is cute and edgy. Just what I wanted. I wonder what my family will say, Missy will probably not like it at all! But I do. It makes me feel flirty and alive. What? You want to see? Okay, now keep in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1142457644772389069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1142457644772389069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1142457644772389069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1142457644772389069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-cold-cold-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SW9whQ4hReI/AAAAAAAAADE/oLnb-qlsn3I/s72-c/blog+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8967516233201072482</id><published>2009-01-12T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:54:41.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down, Boy You Turn Me, Inside out and round and round....</title><summary type='text'>Yea, well I'm not singing.  This morning at 6:40 the floor was on the ceiling and the ceiling on the floor and it kept rolling and rolling around.  Yea!  Meinere's is back.  This is a wonderful condition of the inner ear.  It has been gone for 8 years, and decided Thursday to rear its ugly little head.  So, I had an episode on Thursday but luckily I was home and near the bed AND my neighbor was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8967516233201072482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8967516233201072482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8967516233201072482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8967516233201072482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/upside-down-boy-you-turn-me-inside-out.html' title='Upside Down, Boy You Turn Me, Inside out and round and round....'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2194934033967141665</id><published>2009-01-10T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:11:45.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>About a year after I had Buddy, my friend Elaine got pregnant with her 2nd child.  Late in her pregnancy she discovered that there was something different with the baby.  The legs were too short, and I think there were other "differences".  This started a flurry of activity.  More sonograms were done, research was done, and finally the drs. said the baby had a form of dwarfism.  The form they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2194934033967141665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2194934033967141665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2194934033967141665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2194934033967141665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8678540692271101842</id><published>2009-01-07T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:54:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to have a new attitude about cooking for my family.  It has always been a chore for me.  I have never looked forward to it, and feel that I am not very good at it.  I want to change that.  My inspiration came from an interesting place.  Missy and I love to watch Jon and Kate Plus 8.  We love the reality of their life and how they argue and yell, just like real moms and dads.  Recently</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8678540692271101842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8678540692271101842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8678540692271101842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8678540692271101842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-trying-to-have-new-attitude-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1694194677893496731</id><published>2009-01-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:43:21.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Full Week in 2009</title><summary type='text'>So tonight ends the lazy, sleeping in days of the break.  Tomorrow starts a new week.  I am looking forward to it.  I hope to incorporate some new habits.  But before I do anything, I must make my way over to my friend, Allison.  She had a new baby over the holidays and I was too sick to visit.  I look forward to holding baby Grey and soaking in his newborn smells!  I'll try to take photos to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1694194677893496731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1694194677893496731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1694194677893496731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1694194677893496731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-full-week-in-2009.html' title='The First Full Week in 2009'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-5985649820186727535</id><published>2009-01-02T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:51:01.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SmartShopper at Jane's blog</title><summary type='text'>OMG!!!  I just scrolled over to a blog I have been reading for some time.  It is Jane4Girls $800!!  It is a single mom who budgets $800 for groceries for the WHOLE year!!!  And, she did it!!  It has been amazing to watch.  I began reading her blog in the beginning before she was on TV and became a local legend!!  She is funny and very educational.  Stop over and she what she is up to.  On her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5985649820186727535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=5985649820186727535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5985649820186727535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5985649820186727535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/smartshopper-at-janes-blog.html' title='SmartShopper at Jane&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-6190048435913466913</id><published>2008-12-31T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:56:59.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year in Review</title><summary type='text'>As I look back over this year, I realize how truly blessed I am.  I reunited with my dear college friend, I got to spend Thanksgiving with my family, I started a new blog, and I watched my children evolve into teenager/adults.  It has been a good year.What do I wish for the new year?  Peace.  Of course in the world, in our country, in my state, in my city, in my home, but mostly in my heart.  I  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6190048435913466913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=6190048435913466913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/6190048435913466913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/6190048435913466913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-in-review.html' title='A Year in Review'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1273612305954526428</id><published>2008-12-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:08:43.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtime</title><summary type='text'>Downtime is such a wonderful thing.  I love the pace of our lives right now.  There is absolutely nothing that NEEDS to be done.  (especially since we did laundry on Friday)  We are free to sleep late, go to bed late, read all day, watch TV all day.   We are on our own timetable.  It is peaceful.  This is the time each year when we usually go to the beach.  It is the only week of the year in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1273612305954526428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1273612305954526428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1273612305954526428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1273612305954526428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/downtime.html' title='Downtime'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-6750592920503478731</id><published>2008-12-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:46:01.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS?</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I and all the M's wish you a very merry Christmas!!  I hope your day is bright and filled with peace.I must write this before I lose it.  I will need to reread this over and over again I fear.  This morning was a bit difficult.  Just a bit ago, as Mr. M and I were talking he said, "You know the worst part of the morning for me was watching you watch Missy.  The disappointment was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6750592920503478731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=6750592920503478731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/6750592920503478731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/6750592920503478731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS?'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-7297154593276588518</id><published>2008-12-22T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:06:21.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later That Day</title><summary type='text'>After I posted on Saturday, I spent the day being pampered by my friends.  These moms are "parent" friends.  Our daughters all hang out together.  We have all become close recently and just at the right time in our lives.  Anyway, we went to lunch, then a movie, then Barnes and Noble for browsing and coffee.  We then came back to my house where elves disguised as my Missy and her friends - JoJo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7297154593276588518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=7297154593276588518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/7297154593276588518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/7297154593276588518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/later-that-day.html' title='Later That Day'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-695560029449016909</id><published>2008-12-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:20:03.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><summary type='text'>My cold turned into a sinus infection!  But Wednesday I got a strong antibiotic and after a nap on Thursday woke up feeling human again.  How nice.  Luckily Mr. M went shopping with me yesterday and we finished up the purchasing.  We are having a very thrifty Christmas.  I am very proud of the deals I have found!  Maybe later I will post more on that.  Don't want to spoil any secrets!!!My heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/695560029449016909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=695560029449016909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/695560029449016909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/695560029449016909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-5271698522094521725</id><published>2008-12-15T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:48:52.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many things to talk about, yet so little energy. I am struggling with a cold that just won't go away. It is now traveling done to my chest. ARGHHH!! So, let's just begin.Here are some photos of my my trip during Thanksgiving. I had such a good time with my friend, M. She is such a hoot.I tried to teach her to knit.....well....the photo speaks for itself!!!We went out to eat with my suite mate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5271698522094521725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=5271698522094521725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5271698522094521725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5271698522094521725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-many-things-to-talk-about-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SUZ45tVMxsI/AAAAAAAAACU/jl9-Qouuebc/s72-c/Thanksgiving+08+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1958893851531541796</id><published>2008-12-09T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:54:59.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting</title><summary type='text'>I have new socks on the needles.  I need to finish one more booty for my friend's baby (he will be born on Friday!!!).  And I am thinking about trying to knit a penguin for one of Missy's Christmas gifts.  What am I doing on the computer????  I must get moving.I am hoping to  show you all a video of my house, lights and the neighbors lights.  Stay tuned....Till next time,Mrs. M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1958893851531541796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1958893851531541796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1958893851531541796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1958893851531541796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/knitting.html' title='Knitting'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3427784244195094950</id><published>2008-12-08T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:54:20.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning  To Look A lot Like Christmas....</title><summary type='text'>Our house has lights up outside. This is a first for the M's. We have had the deer and snowman and the Moravian Star for about 5 years. The kids have been pestering us since they were little to put up lights. So, last year I picked up the icicle lights on the after-Christmas sales. It is amazing how things change in a year. Suddenly the idea of putting up lights and putting out the deer was MY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3427784244195094950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3427784244195094950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3427784244195094950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3427784244195094950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning  To Look A lot Like Christmas....'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/ST0magAM0qI/AAAAAAAAACM/Tk1NWsWFMeA/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8785072830657441034</id><published>2008-12-06T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:54:37.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><summary type='text'>If I ever am able to work again and am asked in an interview what my weakness is, I will answer, Expectations.  I have not mastered this yet.  I keep getting closer, and then I fall on my face.  What is the expression....Three steps forward, two steps back?  Yea, that is me.So the success is this past holiday with my family.  I set very low expectations.  I was careful to not expect my family to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8785072830657441034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8785072830657441034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8785072830657441034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8785072830657441034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-252913780434128362</id><published>2008-11-25T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:32:34.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last two days have been nice. My younger brother and his wife and 2 little girls came over Sunday to visit. It was nice, but around 1:00 I just hit the wall. I just got up and climbed in bed and slept VERY hard for 2 hours. Never heard the little girls! Yesterday was a bit better. I am slowly getting into the swing here. I am glad I came early so I could recoup before the onslaught of people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/252913780434128362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=252913780434128362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/252913780434128362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/252913780434128362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-two-days-have-been-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SSxDEaG5hYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wim225K8w-U/s72-c/393565-R1-042-19A_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-4727703911049333687</id><published>2008-11-23T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:16:25.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><summary type='text'>I may have had one of my most enjoyable flying experiences ever yesterday.  I am currently at my parents' house.  But yesterday, waiting on my first plane, I ran into one of my friends who is a baseball mom.  Her daughter, Elizabeth, was with her and E used to have a HUGE crush on buddy!  She is only 6 years younger than him!!  :-)  Anyway, it turned out that the first leg of our trip was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4727703911049333687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=4727703911049333687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4727703911049333687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4727703911049333687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-4039790782571229406</id><published>2008-11-23T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:07:37.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Commenters</title><summary type='text'>I need to apologize for not responding personaly to your comments.  For some reason, my computer is not letting click on your email link.  Some time back, I actually lost several emails so I don't have your personal one either.  So I apologize.  Thank you for taking the time to stop by and to comment.  I know it takes a little more time to do so and I appreciate it.Mrs. M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4039790782571229406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=4039790782571229406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4039790782571229406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/4039790782571229406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-to-commenters.html' title='Note to Commenters'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8701098076323944847</id><published>2008-11-20T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:26:23.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to my Mom</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mom,I realize you probably wish you could have gotten this letter 25-30 years ago, but I wasn't ready then.  Only now do I fully comprehend the full extent of the pain I caused.  So I hope the saying is true, "Better late than never."I am sorry for the eye rolling.  I am sorry for the huffing and puffing, the door slamming, the words of impatience.  I am sorry for making you feel like your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8701098076323944847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8701098076323944847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8701098076323944847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8701098076323944847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-to-my-mom.html' title='A Letter to my Mom'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-5077322627395539839</id><published>2008-11-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:45:01.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sit in lots of waiting rooms. When you are chronically ill, that is a part of life. Plus I have 2 children.   So, yea, I have seen lots of waiting rooms. In the pediatrician's office, you often end up talking to other parents and comparing illnesses or birth stories. You leave having been encouraged by another parent or having encouraged someone else.  In general practitioner's offices, it is a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5077322627395539839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=5077322627395539839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5077322627395539839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5077322627395539839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-sit-in-lots-of-waiting-rooms.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-1250925717309989937</id><published>2008-11-18T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:02:11.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Leaves</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday didn't exactly turn out as I had planned. And if I am honest, that happens a lot. But having a plan, and knowing what needs to be done in a week, still helps me. I have learned not to get so wrapped up in my schedule or plans that I can't be spontaneous or go with the flow. I usually accomplish all the tasks for the week by Friday, except when illness creeps up. So what did I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1250925717309989937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=1250925717309989937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1250925717309989937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/1250925717309989937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-leaves.html' title='Fall Leaves'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SSLH87HnPCI/AAAAAAAAABk/8OpDUcvjSFk/s72-c/CIMG5225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-8378355374681846688</id><published>2008-11-17T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:39:37.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday, Where is your broom?</title><summary type='text'>Mondays are big days around here. This is the day I organize for the week. I clean the house according to the Flylady method, I plan my meals, I look forward to my week and plan my errands and so forth. So it is vital that I get moving on Mondays. So follow me as I go through my day:1. Pick up the downstairs and place all children's items on the stairs to be taken up by them later. (or so I dream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8378355374681846688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=8378355374681846688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8378355374681846688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/8378355374681846688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-monday-where-is-your-broom.html' title='It&apos;s Monday, Where is your broom?'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SSGBJjogZuI/AAAAAAAAABc/eNhk1SmaUpA/s72-c/mpm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2116652459316280798</id><published>2008-11-16T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:03:40.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed My Soul Sunday</title><summary type='text'>The following things/people/events feed my soul on this day:- beautiful fall leaves - sun shining in full force- three little words "I love you" especially from my teen!- watching the twins and Missy walk down the aisle at Target holding hands and laughing- seeing the pride in my son as he describes his performance at a college baseball camp- listening to the early morning quiet of my home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2116652459316280798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2116652459316280798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2116652459316280798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2116652459316280798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/feed-my-soul-sunday.html' title='Feed My Soul Sunday'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-305555594822361424</id><published>2008-11-15T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:19:08.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Driver's Seat</title><summary type='text'>The day arrived.  Buddy took the driving test and passed.  We came home and needed to go pick up Missy.  He asked to do it.  I said okay.  I gave the directions and handed him the keys, all on auto pilot.  Then as he pulled out of the driveway, I woke up.  As the car pulled around the curve and out of sight, his life passed before my eyes.The first time I felt him move in my tummy.  My first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/305555594822361424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=305555594822361424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/305555594822361424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/305555594822361424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-drivers-seat.html' title='In the Driver&apos;s Seat'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2870240591047739017</id><published>2008-11-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:48:13.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away....</title><summary type='text'>It is raining here.  It was drizzly yesterday.  And my body is not happy.  I spent most of yesterday in my chair staring at the tv.  For some reason, my Crohn's flared up yesterday morning and left me drained for the rest of the day.  I feel better today, but dreary.  At least Mr. M is home and I won't be alone.  Maybe we will even go to a movie.  Missy is have 2 friends sleep over.  It should be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2870240591047739017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2870240591047739017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2870240591047739017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2870240591047739017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away....'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-2082066193046963941</id><published>2008-11-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:43:33.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><summary type='text'>I could get such a thrill over saving money?  It is such a high for me.  It makes me feel like I really am providing for my family in my way!  So on to my latest victory!Super K-Mart here is having Double Dollar Deals.  This means they will double your $1 to $2 coupons!  Yes!  That means for the $2 off coupon it becomes $4!!!!!!  So here is what I did yesterday:Item     Price       My price (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2082066193046963941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=2082066193046963941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2082066193046963941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/2082066193046963941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-245551768447393850</id><published>2008-11-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:52:26.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><summary type='text'>ORGANIZATION!!! I really like to be organized. No back up.....I LOVE to be organized. When someone says "Mom/Honey where is......" I LOVE to be able to go straight to it and put my hands on it or better yet tell them where to go. Ha! (sometimes I wouldn't mind telling them EXACTLY where to go.....I do have teenagers ya know!!) Evidently I was this way from birth. My mom says that as early as 2 or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/245551768447393850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=245551768447393850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/245551768447393850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/245551768447393850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SRrYY6Y7s2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tIb2ok7UqU8/s72-c/Triples+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-5480010565020304954</id><published>2008-11-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:35:41.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>My religious journey ~GASP~</title><summary type='text'>So, I took the plunge. I went out on a limb. I risked it all. You are probably asking yourself, "What the hell is she talking about?" Well, I sent the link to this blog to some friends. Some of these friends are blog buddies, some old knitting pals, and many are friends from my past with whom I have reconnected. I figure, they would like to know what I am up to now, so what better way to follow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5480010565020304954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=5480010565020304954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5480010565020304954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/5480010565020304954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-religious-journey-gasp.html' title='My religious journey ~GASP~'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3711696017036096937</id><published>2008-11-10T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:36:25.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couponing'/><title type='text'>Triple coupons!</title><summary type='text'>Harris Teeter (a local grocery chain) had triple coupons last weekend. This is a time where you can really stock up on groceries and toiletries. This is a shot of what all I got!This is $304.18 of food. I paid $136.15! Not my BEST but pretty dang good. The most important thing is that I REALLY NEEDED many of these items. Plus bread and wheat flour was on sale, so even though I didn't have coupons</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3711696017036096937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3711696017036096937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3711696017036096937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3711696017036096937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/triple-coupons.html' title='Triple coupons!'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ-othcY11w/SRjEo-48gGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XmAR0omDxZU/s72-c/Triples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3819970861383403349</id><published>2008-11-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:07:56.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  Cool format</title><summary type='text'>I absolutely love my new look on my blog!!!  I found The Cutest Blog on the Block over at A Life at Home.  It didn't really take that long and bam!  New look for my new blog!I have several genres of blogs that I read.  The first category is Various Blogs.  This includes my organizing blogs, friends' blogs, and Rosie's blog.  Then I have my knitting blogs, my vegetarian blogs, and my frugal blogs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3819970861383403349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3819970861383403349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3819970861383403349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3819970861383403349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-cool-format.html' title='Wow!  Cool format'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128359188234659919.post-3028386060707611355</id><published>2008-11-05T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:57:49.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first entry</title><summary type='text'>I have blogged for a few years at another site.  But the site got too many visitors from my area and specifically from my church, so I had to quit.  Mr. M is a pastor and thus what I say can have an impact on him.  So this go around I am trying to be as discreet as possible.I am so excited about the election.  At least now I don't have to make plans to move.  I think buddy and missy would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3028386060707611355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4128359188234659919&amp;postID=3028386060707611355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3028386060707611355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128359188234659919/posts/default/3028386060707611355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kakisknotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-entry.html' title='My first entry'/><author><name>Mrs. M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08857292092650149168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
