<?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-3606302</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:39:38.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbpen Designs Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogger for Arbpen - Adrienne Boswell</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-1420800830204108799</id><published>2011-09-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:24:47.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment SpamI just love some of the comment spam I get over at The Good Plate.  Here's a good one:Today, I went to the beachfront with my children. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/1420800830204108799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/1420800830204108799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_09_04_archive.html#1420800830204108799' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-1117348877945609166</id><published>2011-08-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:26:35.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, you gotta love this spammer who hit my recipe blog, The Good Plate.I do {like|enjoy|love} the {way|manner in which} you have {framed|presented} {this|this particular|this specific} {issue|concern|problem|matter|challenge|difficulty|situation} {and|plus} it {does|really does|does indeed} {give|provide|offer|supply|pr…Just about all of the things you point out is astonishingly appropriate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/1117348877945609166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/1117348877945609166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_08_21_archive.html#1117348877945609166' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-8680441323921018433</id><published>2011-08-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:45:48.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to wonder what spammers are thinking when they spam your blog.  Didn't anyone ever tell these yahoos that if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all?  Here's the latest one to hit my cooking blog The Good Plate:The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/8680441323921018433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/8680441323921018433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_08_14_archive.html#8680441323921018433' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-6313332029497655723</id><published>2011-08-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:52:03.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got Klout?I am finding out about Klout, and whether I have any or not.  Gee, I hope so!  Back in the day when Usenet1 was all the rage, I was a respected member of some very active groups.  Now, they are like ghost towns, and social media is the way to go.I am finally writing up about social media marketing on the Mother Site, Arbpen Designs, and I think that is going to be a labor of love as I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/6313332029497655723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/6313332029497655723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_08_14_archive.html#6313332029497655723' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-7043388943522907010</id><published>2011-08-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:24:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, now I'm promoting eCosway.  You know what, I really like this company.  I have always hated any kind of network marketing, but these guys do something no one else does - they actually give you a brick and mortar store - for free.  They pay the rent, utilities, etc., and all you have to do is nourish it.  Now, you don't get a store right away, and that's okay - there is a journey like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/7043388943522907010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/7043388943522907010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_08_14_archive.html#7043388943522907010' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-3052052464325671369</id><published>2011-07-07T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:03:57.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting American Loyalty Card going is getting better. Now there are sponsored ads, events, and we're going to do products as well.  It's exciting!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/3052052464325671369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/3052052464325671369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_07_03_archive.html#3052052464325671369' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-4554156889594160831</id><published>2011-07-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:23:20.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Archiving, Bat Man!So, I decided I wanted to do a blog for Spane because he was diagnosed with Dandy Walker Syndrome, and I found out this old, old blog was still around.  Thankfully, Google had kept all the information, and that's great.  The older entries in this blog are mostly about being pregnant and the first and second year with Spane.  If you are interested in Spane's Dandy Walker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/4554156889594160831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/4554156889594160831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2011_06_26_archive.html#4554156889594160831' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-114684688579738662</id><published>2006-05-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:34:45.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a long time, but I think I'm going to start posting to this blog.  I'm back working at nextBlock.com after three years.It's amazing - nothing has changed, except my perceptions and how I deal with things.  Since I had my son, I'm a lot more patient.  But, Adel still wants a fixed width design - urgh!I showed her Amazon, the biggest shopping site in the world, that is not fixed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/114684688579738662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/114684688579738662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114684688579738662' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-114684768376423272</id><published>2005-11-21T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:48:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Spane's birthday.  Jason and Marissa are at Jason's mother's housesitting.  I don't think they're going to make any big effort to be here for the party.  Oh well!I made Spane a Barney birthday cake, decorated by hand.  I also baked a bacon, onion and jack cheese quiche, spinach balls, and made a vegetable plate.  Whew!Michele and her daughter Maya came.  Maya was excited because, at five</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/114684768376423272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/114684768376423272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#114684768376423272' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-110774041335251199</id><published>2005-02-06T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:41:37.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new refrigerator has the freezer on the bottom.  Jason likes Peanut Butter ice cream, and there was a container in the freezer.  Young man (Spane), just as pleased as could be, went to the freezer, took the container out, and sat on the floor with it.  Then he carefully took off the top and looked inside.  There was a tiny scoop sitting on the top, and he carefully picked it up in his hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110774041335251199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110774041335251199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110774041335251199' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-110473814177387083</id><published>2005-01-02T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:42:21.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally.  Today, we got the refrigerator.  Thanks to Alex, I found some very good, inexpensive movers who brought the refrigerator.Thanks to Sean McCann for letting us have it.  Now, let's hope that Sean doesn't think that the fridge is compensation for work done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110473814177387083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110473814177387083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110473814177387083' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-110419090337802541</id><published>2004-12-27T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:41:43.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the first post at the new domain name.  Some fool in London is holding my real domain name hostage, so I got this new one.  I actually like this one a lot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110419090337802541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/110419090337802541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110419090337802541' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107905968492632806</id><published>2004-03-11T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T08:49:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got published!  I made a contribution of code to ASP101.com, and I'm on the front page.  Here's the URL to the code, http://www.intraproducts.com/beta/requiredform.asp.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107905968492632806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107905968492632806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107905968492632806' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107905785230403629</id><published>2004-03-06T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:21:51.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spane got his first hair cut today, Jason's mother did a great job, and I have his hair in an envelope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107905785230403629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107905785230403629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107905785230403629' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107881732572386619</id><published>2004-02-21T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:32:08.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was my first retreat, at the Sisters of Immaculate Heart.  Oddly enough, I went to Immaculate Heart highschool, after the nuns split.  This place was amazing, a castle from the 20's, donated to the sisters by the last owner, many, many years ago.  Diana Sawyer's interview with Mel Gibson was filmed there.Sister Donna gave us a lot to think about.  We talked about the highs in our lives and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881732572386619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881732572386619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107881732572386619' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107881781554751266</id><published>2004-02-16T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:40:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday.  I'm 47 years old today.  Tonight was also one of the nights that I go for RCIA.My birthday was depressing, nothing was happening.  At 6:45 I left to go to Holy Family for RCIA.  On the way there, I passed the Armory, and there were hundreds of people quequed up for homeless meals.  There but for the grace of God go I, I was thinking as I passed by.  I didn't feel as depressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881781554751266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881781554751266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107881781554751266' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107881660845671123</id><published>2004-01-18T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:19:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was the first dismissal, the Rite of Acceptance.  I was so moved, I cried.  I don't cry, but for this I cried, just a little.  After I was accepted by the congregation, we had a discussion, and I said that I was so moved that I cried.  What a wonderful thing this is, becoming Catholic.  I recommend it highly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881660845671123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107881660845671123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107881660845671123' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107838976598304963</id><published>2003-11-27T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:45:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Douglas's birthday today.  Douglas is Spane's father.  I haven't heard from him, and I don't expect to.Spane and I went to Jason's Mother's house with Marissa.  Spane was a little darling and slept most of the time.  I have a picture somewhere of him sleeping on me.I love my child.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838976598304963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838976598304963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107838976598304963' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107838962579551928</id><published>2003-11-26T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:43:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spane was circumcised.  Lori Farion took me to Family Medicine Center, and we smoked a cigarette while Spane was having his procedure.  They won't let the mother in the room, and I almost chickened out at the last minute anyway.Spane did not seem to unhappy about it when I got him back.  They said he had been a very good boy, and told me exactly what to do to keep it clean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838962579551928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838962579551928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107838962579551928' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106961548957862896</id><published>2003-11-23T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:39:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the astrological information for Spane.  He looks pretty well rounded to me, conservative guy to me.  Read his astrological forcast.Sun - 29 ScorpioMoon - 28 LibraAscendent - 22 CapricornMercury - 14 SagitariusVenus - 23 SagitariusMars - 16 PiscesJupiter - 16 VirgoSaturn - 12 CancerUranus - 28 AquariusNeptune - 10 AquariusPluto - 29 SagI only have information on the Sun, Moon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106961548957862896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106961548957862896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106961548957862896' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107838917949514869</id><published>2003-11-22T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:35:55.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spane and I come home from the hospital.  There is no smoke smell at all.  Marissa and I go out to smoke a cigarette and when we get back, Jason is holding Spane.  Spane likes him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838917949514869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838917949514869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#107838917949514869' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-107838900244322509</id><published>2003-11-21T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:51:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At about 12:30am the epidural they had given me in a drip began to stop working.  I could feel my toes, then I could feel my arse, and then I started feeling my contractions.  Spane was hitting my pelvic bone, what they call back contractions, and let me tell you, they really hurt.  But, since I don't complain very much, it took me a while before I asked the nurse to check.  She called the doctor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838900244322509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/107838900244322509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#107838900244322509' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106960718526306690</id><published>2003-11-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:07:06.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teresa, Brittany and I went to the hospital today and turned in my paperwork, so now I'm all registered.  We also took a small tour of the maternity ward. It's really nice.  You get a private room, with a little basinette.  Glendale Adventist Medical Center doesn't have a delivery room, nor does it have a nursery.  It's better that way because then the mother and baby have a much better time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960718526306690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960718526306690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106960718526306690' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106960665216132688</id><published>2003-11-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:17:56.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, now I know what Dr. Wu was talking about.  They want to induce labor.  I told everyone that I still had work to do, so we're doing in Thursday the 20th.  I don't know if I want them to induce labor. I've heard it's really, really intense, and I would prefer not to go with drugs for pain.  So, I've been telling Spane to Just keep swimming and, especially to Swim Down!!!.  I don't know if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960665216132688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960665216132688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106960665216132688' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106960627540308306</id><published>2003-11-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:53:09.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Wu said that I would have Spane on Thursday and that he would talk to my regular doctor, Dr. Bush-Smith about it.  I am excited and apprehensive, not only that, I don't even know if I have everything ready!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960627540308306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106960627540308306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106960627540308306' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106656706819994226</id><published>2003-10-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T08:48:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did a very bad thing today.  I downloaded Pretty Good Mahjongg.  I had forgotten what an addicting game that is. I also made a contribution to SEO - Search Engine Optimisation, which provides good tips on that subject.  If you are designing or developing a new site, I really suggest you read my tips.According to the Yahoo Pregnancy calendar, Spane is ready to come out at any time.  But, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106656706819994226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106656706819994226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106656706819994226' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106644114642766275</id><published>2003-10-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T18:40:18.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Spane and I had a very interesting day today. We went to breast feeding class, and I learned about what to expect, and that it really isn't as frightening as I thought it was going to be.  If I can stand it, I'm going to try to have this kid without any pain medication.  I really don't like the idea of the having a drugged child.  Makes you wonder how many adults are still chasing their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106644114642766275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106644114642766275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644114642766275' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106638122682718894</id><published>2003-10-17T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T08:46:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason, Google still is not spidering IntraProducts correctly, even though I did change id to spid.I would like it to go to Glossary, or Products just because other spiders have had no problems.  I already posted this to alt.internet.search-engines.  We'll see what happens.  Google has been by twice, but still no deeper than the index page. Hmmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106638122682718894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106638122682718894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106638122682718894' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106638038638566173</id><published>2003-10-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T01:46:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I go to the doctor and to WIC.  I felt guilty going to the grocery store today, considering that my grocery store, Ralphs, locked union workers out.  But, my WIC checks have Ralphs printed on them.  What's a mother to be to do?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106638038638566173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106638038638566173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106638038638566173' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106575316821519093</id><published>2003-10-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:32:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arbpen Web Site Design Services - Search Engine Optimization Tips</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106575316821519093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106575316821519093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575316821519093' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606302.post-106575273248583587</id><published>2003-10-09T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:25:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arbpen Web Site Design and Search Engine Optimization Services</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106575273248583587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606302/posts/default/106575273248583587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienneboswell.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575273248583587' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne Boswell</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108311368591495145208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tDo5nZqrf_E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iy6xMaRO9E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
