<?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-1503454664902712453</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:07.928-08:00</updated><category term='dipping sauce'/><category term='marathon training'/><category term='tired mom'/><category term='stridex'/><category term='stress'/><category term='5pm'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='arbys'/><category term='italian bread'/><category term='aquaphor'/><category term='slef control'/><category term='pedicure'/><category term='carrabbas'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='recipie'/><category term='toys'/><category term='kids'/><category term='feet'/><title type='text'>Tired Angel Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tired Angel Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972683204991850406</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503454664902712453.post-5529534717785199734</id><published>2009-11-06T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:01:42.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stridex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquaphor'/><title type='text'>Confessions of my Rough Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUNE8exVfI/AAAAAAAAABU/0MvtKFevJcs/s1600-h/pedicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401237706706605554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUNE8exVfI/AAAAAAAAABU/0MvtKFevJcs/s320/pedicure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love flip flops. I grew up in Arizona where I could wear flip-flops year round. I have all different styles and colors and I honestly think they go with EVERYTHING. The only problem with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sandal&lt;/span&gt; obsession...ROUGH FEET. I hate it but it's true. My feet are rough and my heels are cracked and I just hate it. sure, I would love to go get a pedicure every week but who can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afford&lt;/span&gt; that? I am paying for baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;formula&lt;/span&gt; and that pretty much breaks the bank. Well for those of you who have the same problem as me, I have a WONDERFUL and easy fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all...trust me. This sounds a little weird but I SWEAR by this method. Before bed wipe a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000NUN8BK"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;STRIDEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pad all over the bottoms of your feet. The liberally apply a coat of &lt;a href="http://www.aquaphorhealing.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AQUAPHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to feet and cover with socks. By morning, you will see and feel a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503454664902712453-5529534717785199734?l=tiredangelmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5529534717785199734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-my-rough-feet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/5529534717785199734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/5529534717785199734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-my-rough-feet.html' title='Confessions of my Rough Feet'/><author><name>Tired Angel Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972683204991850406</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/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUNE8exVfI/AAAAAAAAABU/0MvtKFevJcs/s72-c/pedicure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503454664902712453.post-5128643260931428628</id><published>2009-11-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:45:11.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrabbas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dipping sauce'/><title type='text'>Carrabbas Cheat Sheet</title><content type='html'>My husband and I LOVE eating at &lt;a href="http://www.carrabbas.com/index.aspx"&gt;Carrabba's Italian Grill&lt;/a&gt;. It is our absolute favorite. I pretty much love everything there but my favorite is not even a dish, it's the olive oil and herbs they serve with their scrumptious bread. I have found the recipe for that herb blend as well as a great Italian bread recipe. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dipping Spice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 TBSP minced basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 TBSP chopped parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 TBSP minced &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUIsv2mb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/SYez7Vnvamo/s1600-h/olive+oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401232892953522050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUIsv2mb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/SYez7Vnvamo/s320/olive+oil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 t. dried thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 t. dried oregano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 t. black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 t. rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 t. red pepper flakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2t. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/8 t. lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix ingredients together and enjoy with warm bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Italian Bread&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/4 teaspoon yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinch of sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/4 cup plus 1 1/2 TBSP luke warm water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 TBSP shortening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;olive oil to grease bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dissolve yeast and sugar in 1 1/2 TBSP of water. After about 5 min. (when yeast starts to fizz and bubble) add 1 cup of flour into mixture. Mix and add salt and shortening. add remaining flour slowly, mixing well. Dough should be sticky and moist. Lightly oil a large bowl, add dough and cover with plastic wrap. Let &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUI9En07SI/AAAAAAAAABM/0NjOb8TExtw/s1600-h/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401233173406608674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUI9En07SI/AAAAAAAAABM/0NjOb8TExtw/s320/bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raise for two hours. Knead dough down for about 4 min. Cover and let raise again. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Put dough into pan and make several slashes across the top with a knife. Bake for 15 min. Without opening the oven, turn the temperature down to 350 and bake 30-40 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503454664902712453-5128643260931428628?l=tiredangelmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5128643260931428628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/carrabbas-cheat-sheet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/5128643260931428628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/5128643260931428628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/carrabbas-cheat-sheet.html' title='Carrabbas Cheat Sheet'/><author><name>Tired Angel Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972683204991850406</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/_9MBvDkj7rjs/SvUIsv2mb4I/AAAAAAAAABE/SYez7Vnvamo/s72-c/olive+oil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503454664902712453.post-1000520476582673377</id><published>2009-11-05T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:02:49.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slef control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired mom'/><title type='text'>Self Control?</title><content type='html'>I have started marathon training this week and it has been HORRIBLE! I thought after my runs I would feel great, I usually do. I am usually happy and running high on endorphins when I finish a good run. This week I have barely been able to finish my runs. I am exhausted when I am finished and come home and lay on my bed. Last night, I seriously considered not showering. I have been going to bed earlier and still I am tired. I attributed my fatigue to not eating enough and burning too many calories each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I knew I had a big run coming up so I ate a great breakfast and went and got a huge sandwich from Kneaders for lunch. I ate half of it for lunch and the other half for dinner. It was delicious. My run went a lot more smoothly with all of those great calories surging through my system. Now I am home and I should go to bed but I am STARVING. So do I make a healthy snack? No, I send my husband to Arbys. Soon all of that hard work at the gym will mean nothing and when I wake up in the morning and step on the scale, I won't be a happy mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503454664902712453-1000520476582673377?l=tiredangelmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1000520476582673377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/1000520476582673377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/1000520476582673377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-control.html' title='Self Control?'/><author><name>Tired Angel Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972683204991850406</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-1503454664902712453.post-7964374316781388121</id><published>2009-11-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:03:32.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5pm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>5 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's 5 pm. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; 5 pm. It's the part of my day when things just go a little nuts. I'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and hungry, but more importantly, my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are tired and hungry. My head hurts, my house is a disaster. There are literally toys strew everywhere. The noise level is unbearable. The baby is napping...well not for long. All of a sudden someone is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, someone is starving, someone spilled, something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, someone needs to be changed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; at the door, someone peed on the floor...again and it feels like someone has turned up the heat. I am trying to keep everyone happy, cook dinner, pick up toys, change &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diapers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and mostly just try to hear myself think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my four year old Owen is climbing up the drawers in the kitchen to see what is for dinner, he is singing as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as he can and he can not walk anywhere..he has to run or jump. He won't share his toys with his brother or go in the other room as I try to prepare dinner in our tiny kitchen. He wants to stand right next to me, which of course adds the the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I turn and knock him over, I close the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;, he opens it. I ask him to close it. He says no. I open the oven, he tries to throw his car inside of it so that, " it can get warm". All the while, my seven month old Max is crying. He has eaten a bottle, had his diaper changed and just woke up from a nap. Why is he &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? He must hate 5pm too. I pick him up while trying to load the dishwasher. The neighbor kids are ringing the doorbell and yes there is a sign that&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; COVERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; says, "Please do not right the bell". Owen asks what is for dinner. Owen starts crying because he doesn't like chicken. Owen tells me he will not eat dinner and lays on the kitchen floor and starts kicking. I set the baby in his high chair so that I can take the chicken out of the oven. O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wen&lt;/span&gt; hits him on the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to keep myself from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exploding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I turn off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; for the 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time today. I pull out coloring books and crayons for Owen. He settles down and starts to color. I give the remote control to Max. He has tons of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but all he ever wants to play with is the remote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;. I finish dinner, cut Owens up into small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; and stick it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;...he will not eat food unless it is cold. Finally, my husband walks in the door and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in the last hour. It is almost 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503454664902712453-7964374316781388121?l=tiredangelmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7964374316781388121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/7964374316781388121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503454664902712453/posts/default/7964374316781388121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredangelmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-pm.html' title='5 pm'/><author><name>Tired Angel Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972683204991850406</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></feed>
