<?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-2439536371136668085</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:46:07.326-07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='babies'/><category term='deviated septum'/><category term='Stevie'/><category term='noses'/><category term='sissy spacek'/><title type='text'>Deviated Septums</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5374489147813413670</id><published>2009-10-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:25:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm outta here</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving.  Well, I've already moved.  I started a new blog because it was time for a name change (come to the new blog to see why).  Join me over at: &lt;a href="http://mylifeinsoro.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life in SoRo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you come along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-5374489147813413670?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5374489147813413670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5374489147813413670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5374489147813413670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5374489147813413670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-outta-here.html' title='I&apos;m outta here'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-4865114284401304627</id><published>2009-10-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:14:22.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissy spacek'/><title type='text'>In praise of Sissy</title><content type='html'>I know I am getting a little heavy on the "love" posts but I just can't help myself.  There is so much fabulous stuff out there in this crazy world that deserves to be praise.  Today, I am here to spread the love that is Sissy Spacek.  I fell in love with her when I first watched Coal Miner's Daughter at my friend's grandparent's house when I was younger.  She was so spunky and had Loretta down.  Then there was Carrie and all kinds of other fabulous roles.  Not to mention her voice.  Youtube her and you'll hear all kinds of things she's recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in all her fabulous glory.  So gorgeous, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iffkv.cz/image/7063-badlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 612px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.iffkv.cz/image/7063-badlands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw8CJF9_o2E/R7rwwl-mDcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uuqHuvwSBCI/s1600/sissy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw8CJF9_o2E/R7rwwl-mDcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uuqHuvwSBCI/s1600/sissy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refinery29.com/img/badlands9_screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.refinery29.com/img/badlands9_screen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://u1.ipernity.com/6/10/28/3911028.cf7465ca.500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 340px;" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/6/10/28/3911028.cf7465ca.500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/66/05/97/18928128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/66/05/97/18928128.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2007/02/08/503895/BWAttachment503895-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 546px; height: 555px;" src="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2007/02/08/503895/BWAttachment503895-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-4865114284401304627?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/4865114284401304627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=4865114284401304627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4865114284401304627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4865114284401304627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-praise-of-sissy.html' title='In praise of Sissy'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cw8CJF9_o2E/R7rwwl-mDcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uuqHuvwSBCI/s72-c/sissy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8660333731984998573</id><published>2009-10-04T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:45:35.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger love</title><content type='html'>The other day somebody referred to me as a redhead.  It's happened a couple of times before.  I'm always a little shocked because I have never really considered myself a redhead.  When I was little my hair was super blonde.  As I got older it went more of a strawberry blonde.  I of course, like many women, have dyed my hair many colours over the years so at certain points in my life I have been super red.  Now it is back to it's natural colour which I guess has some red in it, but I consider it more brownish blonde.  But a redhead? I don't know.  I'm super flattered.  I love redheads and being included in their company is a real compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love the gingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.listal.com/image/502057/500full-karen-elson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 640px;" src="http://img.listal.com/image/502057/500full-karen-elson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/076/2/b/redhead_fairy_by_raluka07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/076/2/b/redhead_fairy_by_raluka07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/216/b/e/Redhead_by_Implified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/216/b/e/Redhead_by_Implified.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/96624390/freckles_II_by_Sssssergiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 452px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/96624390/freckles_II_by_Sssssergiu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8660333731984998573?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8660333731984998573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8660333731984998573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8660333731984998573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8660333731984998573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/10/ginger-love.html' title='Ginger love'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8989023277660354352</id><published>2009-09-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:15:45.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Love List</title><content type='html'>It's Friday so here we go again.  5 things I am currently loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new &lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;Kate Spade&lt;/a&gt; Owl Bag.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp0GbvNoMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gTb987P-GhE/s1600-h/kate_spade_owl_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp0GbvNoMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gTb987P-GhE/s320/kate_spade_owl_bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380240358721298626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;People of Walmart&lt;/a&gt;.  Hilarious.  You have to visit this site.  As Erin put it "It's like a white trash zoo".  Thanks lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Ruffle Boot from Payless.  Tried these on yesterday and can't stop thinking about them.  Must go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp1Hi9tU6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kt50GLy-ALI/s1600-h/071682_4_490x490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp1Hi9tU6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kt50GLy-ALI/s320/071682_4_490x490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380241477352641442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new cell phone.  It's an LG Rumor. Perfect for texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp2QeIT0II/AAAAAAAAAJg/vkZn1eWA_yI/s1600-h/lg-rumor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp2QeIT0II/AAAAAAAAAJg/vkZn1eWA_yI/s320/lg-rumor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380242730185379970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men.  I came to this late, I admit.  But I just finished Season One and it was fabulous.  So many unexpected storylines.  Peggy preggers, did not see that coming!  I can't wait to start Season Two.  It's impossible to watch this show and not wish you were Joan Holloway.  I dare you to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp3akxr9MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nAGjW0oyUHM/s1600-h/joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp3akxr9MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nAGjW0oyUHM/s320/joan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380244003279860930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8989023277660354352?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8989023277660354352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8989023277660354352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8989023277660354352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8989023277660354352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-love-list.html' title='Friday Love List'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sqp0GbvNoMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gTb987P-GhE/s72-c/kate_spade_owl_bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-2412976672066905091</id><published>2009-08-23T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:36:51.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drapes vs. Squares</title><content type='html'>For those of you who love John Waters like I do, you'll get the reference.  Everyone else, let's just say it's all about the Poor vs. the Rich.  Even though I have a good job and live in a nice house I still can't help but feel like a Drape in certain situations.  On Sunday, D and I took Stevie to one of our favourite parks.  It just happens to be in the Lindenlea area, essentially, Rockcliffe - the ultra rich part of Ottawa.  There's always lots of kids and the play structures are great.  The one drawback is the parents.  The rich, snooty, parents.  They talk about their vacation homes and how they have just done a complete reno on the homes because they "just needed a change".  Living overseas and what countries their nannies are from ("we have a great live in Filipino at home with us" - I shit you not, he actually said that).  It's totally a lifestyle I cannot relate to.  Would I like it? Hell yes!  Maybe minus the nanny though.  Anyway, as all the like minded parents stood around talking about this stuff, Darrell and I (with our tattoos exposed and ratty weekend park clothes) played with Stevie and had a great time.  And you know what, I didn't notice any of the other parents interacting as much with their kids.  That's right folks, just because you have money doesn't mean you have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as drapes and squares go, I would take Wanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SpQaHwlrRbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_u6mxsRgFZI/s1600-h/wanda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SpQaHwlrRbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_u6mxsRgFZI/s320/wanda.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948975964177842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over Alison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SpQfpT7pSXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lLDBXmVll6o/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SpQfpT7pSXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lLDBXmVll6o/s320/amy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373955049945385330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-2412976672066905091?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/2412976672066905091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=2412976672066905091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2412976672066905091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2412976672066905091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/08/drapes-vs-squares.html' title='Drapes vs. Squares'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SpQaHwlrRbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_u6mxsRgFZI/s72-c/wanda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5154508515285724288</id><published>2009-08-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:38:22.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of a hat</title><content type='html'>I have been on the hunt for a hat.  In my head I can picture it perfectly but I can never seem to find it in stores or even articulate exactly what it is I am looking for.  Until today.  Thank you Scott Schuman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SoAUi1RK0hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6LcqxwT1e60/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SoAUi1RK0hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6LcqxwT1e60/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368313344472830482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows where I can find this exact hat, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-5154508515285724288?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5154508515285724288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5154508515285724288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5154508515285724288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5154508515285724288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-search-of-hat.html' title='In search of a hat'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SoAUi1RK0hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6LcqxwT1e60/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-4407779185155924571</id><published>2009-08-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:19:39.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Love List</title><content type='html'>It's back, an all new Friday list of things I love.  This week's edition is all about the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I am currently loving on the web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;Awkward Family Photos.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Their motto is "Spreading the Awkwardness".  This site is so fabulous.  If you feel like you are having a bad day or just need a laugh, go here immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://spencertweedy.com/"&gt;Spencer Tweedy.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Spencer Tweedy is Jeff Tweedy of Wilco's 13 year old son.  This is his blog.  This blog is fun to read because he talks about regular kid stuff but also gives us a glimpse into the life of being a kid with a rock star dad.  His tales of being on the road touring with Wilco are funny.  So is the photo of him on their stop in San Fran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snw8gBPZ1AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Us-xdMEAqpw/s1600-h/spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snw8gBPZ1AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Us-xdMEAqpw/s320/spencer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231376705311746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://makingitlovely.com/"&gt;Making it Lovely&lt;/a&gt;.  This is Nicole Blach's web site.  For anyone who lives in Oak Park, IL you will know her as the owner of Pink Loves Brown.  Her and her husband are in the midst of an ongoing transformation of the home and Nicole updates us on the progress on her site.  What they have accomplished is amazing.  They both have fabulous taste.  My favourite are her style posts, and finding out how things are going with their new family member, baby Eleanor who just turn 3 months.  Check this site out for lots of fashion and home style inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;. This is Scott Schuman's blog about fashionable people.  It's like people watching all over the world and they are always dress so fabulous.  Great for style tips and just fun to look at in general.  Scott has a new book out as well for those of you who would prefer a paper copy of the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://pbfcomics.com/"&gt;The Perry Bible Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;.  Hilarious comics that will have you laughing all day long.  Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SnxKcIyShJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ErzJMZ5hgno/s1600-h/PBF243-The_Shrink_Ray.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SnxKcIyShJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ErzJMZ5hgno/s320/PBF243-The_Shrink_Ray.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246703173993618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other cool things to check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;Design *Sponge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/"&gt;Young House Love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thegirlsproductions.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Girls&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/"&gt;Passive Aggressive Notes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-4407779185155924571?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/4407779185155924571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=4407779185155924571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4407779185155924571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4407779185155924571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-love-list.html' title='Friday Love List'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snw8gBPZ1AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Us-xdMEAqpw/s72-c/spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-3474391276530663191</id><published>2009-08-06T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:51:22.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Sui</title><content type='html'>I love her.  How can you not?  Her clothes are totally speaking to me right now and I wish I had an endless supply of cash so I could go Anna Sui crazy.  I can't be alone, right?  I would love any of these outfits for fall. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SnsyTJ1p3KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3PjJF8XQpQs/s1600-h/sui.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SnsyTJ1p3KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3PjJF8XQpQs/s320/sui.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366938685581941922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sns0Bm1FXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/flbn9ASZVH8/s1600-h/096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sns0Bm1FXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/flbn9ASZVH8/s320/096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940583149788898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz--YWNuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h_RZXnj61Uk/s1600-h/095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz--YWNuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h_RZXnj61Uk/s320/095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940537932101346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz8aA_NSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8f18FWlJtdE/s1600-h/094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz8aA_NSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8f18FWlJtdE/s320/094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940493810709794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz6ES3hMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/594TUUo3UIQ/s1600-h/093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz6ES3hMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/594TUUo3UIQ/s320/093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940453620384962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz3bKsLHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VRByNictZBw/s1600-h/092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz3bKsLHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VRByNictZBw/s320/092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940408220494962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz0ROarNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xr0d4Z8acP4/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Snsz0ROarNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xr0d4Z8acP4/s320/09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366940354012163282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-3474391276530663191?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/3474391276530663191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=3474391276530663191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/3474391276530663191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/3474391276530663191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/08/anna-sui.html' title='Anna Sui'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SnsyTJ1p3KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3PjJF8XQpQs/s72-c/sui.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8332925579438015067</id><published>2009-07-03T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:57:51.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Love List</title><content type='html'>Since it's Friday I figured I would share with all of you a list of things I am currently lovin' on.  These appear in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://thosedarlins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Those Darlins&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't get enough of their catchy tunes.  They just release a full length album, get it &lt;a href="http://thosedarlins.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk4jfdwh_NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tAFd5HztcrE/s1600-h/zoom_68843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk4jfdwh_NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tAFd5HztcrE/s320/zoom_68843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256030461197522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boots.  I feel like I can't get enough of boots, even though it's summer.  Boots with a jean skirt is where it's at for me right now.  In particular, my new Frye boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5F_y-jHrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7PJzINbMBq8/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5F_y-jHrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7PJzINbMBq8/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354293969308294834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Milk Toof&lt;/a&gt;: Check this blog out.  You will fall in love with the adventures of ickle and Lardee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5NMjZgpAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/To7_CLOkxdo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5NMjZgpAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/To7_CLOkxdo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354301885046105090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Grape Wine Spritzers - pour these babies over ice, such a nice summer treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The fact that my baby girl is being a serious mamma's girl these days.  It feels great to be so in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5NrycAXDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P5pxXQhnf7E/s1600-h/ste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk5NrycAXDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P5pxXQhnf7E/s320/ste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354302421659049010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8332925579438015067?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8332925579438015067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8332925579438015067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8332925579438015067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8332925579438015067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-love-list_03.html' title='Friday Love List'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sk4jfdwh_NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tAFd5HztcrE/s72-c/zoom_68843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-1587799139389623943</id><published>2009-05-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:12:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so bad after all.</title><content type='html'>Now that I look at these photos, her bangs are not as bad as I made them seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh6NNw0UWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kHqZ4Ji1EIU/s1600-h/do2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh6NNw0UWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kHqZ4Ji1EIU/s320/do2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340861475690142370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh6NKv5_tHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dnHR51l6CPs/s1600-h/do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh6NKv5_tHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dnHR51l6CPs/s320/do.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340861423905911922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-1587799139389623943?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/1587799139389623943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=1587799139389623943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/1587799139389623943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/1587799139389623943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-bad-after-all.html' title='Not so bad after all.'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh6NNw0UWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kHqZ4Ji1EIU/s72-c/do2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8317435464466365438</id><published>2009-05-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:36:35.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Paves, I am not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1bTP8Iv2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zldqXijl62Y/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1bTP8Iv2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zldqXijl62Y/s320/before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525119385681762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stevie has always been a baby with long hair.  She came out of the womb even rocking a serious shag style hair cut.  Crazy hair is her thing.  At least it was.  D and I decided it was time for a cut.  It was getting all stringy and would always go in her mouth when she eats which resulted in it always needing to be washed.  At first I was totally against it and said we would just get some clips for it and tie it back.  However, she hates clips and always rips them out so that was a no go.  Finally I caved in.  Knowing she wouldn't sit through the experience of having it done by a professional, I decided to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I cut hair? No.  Should I have taken this on? Probably not.  But I did and there was no going back.  The body turned out fine, she's got a wave to her hair so even if it's a little uneven it looks okay.  I actually took off a lot of hair and she now has a bob.  It’s cute though and suits her.  We called her "Darla" all weekend because she kind of looked like Darla from the Little Rascals.  I didn't bother with the bangs because we thought maybe it was time to grow them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't leave well enough alone and I decided to cut her bangs as well since they were in her face.  Cutting bangs is pretty hard, especially when it's on someone who is only a year and a half.  At first they seemed even, then her hair dried and I realised they weren't.  So I cut some more, and some more.  Now she looks like Emo Phillips.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1cWtxcMTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TAdyTPjJZsM/s1600-h/emo_philips_old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1cWtxcMTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TAdyTPjJZsM/s320/emo_philips_old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340526278445117746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay it's not that bad but still.  I told D that uneven bangs are in right now.  Right?  I haven't taken a picture of her yet with these new bangs and I feel like I should spare her the humiliation of being older and seeing what her Mom did to her.  Or spare myself of having to hear about it over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, crazy bangs and all, Miss Stevie is still the cutest girl around!  Don't you agree?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1ci7yBx1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7RlB7RH0K4/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1ci7yBx1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7RlB7RH0K4/s320/after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340526488364107602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is a shot without the nouveau bangs so you might not want to be so quick to agree with me yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8317435464466365438?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8317435464466365438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8317435464466365438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8317435464466365438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8317435464466365438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/05/ken-paves-i-am-not.html' title='Ken Paves, I am not.'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sh1bTP8Iv2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zldqXijl62Y/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-2269492699069501089</id><published>2009-05-15T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:30:44.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to shatter your self esteem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sg1uc9RxrgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1m09azq6GUY/s1600-h/22d66363dab04f9cfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sg1uc9RxrgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1m09azq6GUY/s320/22d66363dab04f9cfa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336042577268420098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sure fire way to do it.  Go try on bathing suits.  Man oh man, why did I do this?  I'll tell you why, those stupid Old Navy commercials, that's why.  I got sucked in with idea of buying some new pieces that I can mix and match.  New tankini tops and cute bottoms that could be interchangeable.  The problem is I am not a mannequin nor do I have a perfect mannequin body.  But still, I pressed on.  I took probably, 4 different styles into the change room and barely got past the first one.  The problem is I have a long torso and as a result, tops are usually short on me.  So all of the Old Navy tankini tops were too short and revealed the baby roadmap that I now have on my belly.  For those not in the know, by baby road map I mean, pregnancy stretch marks.  Then the little boy short bottoms looked horrible with my short legs.  Not to mention the fact that I am like Casper even in August so in May, my skin is practically transparent it's so white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated, I left the change room with the desire to eat a whole pizza.  See this is what this shit does to me.  Shouldn't it be the opposite?  Shouldn't I want to exercise until my legs fall off?  Well, I didn’t eat a whole pizza. And I have been exercising actually, but that's not going to change my short legs or long torso.  Or get rid of the stretch marks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem right now is I'd still like a new bathing suit.  The one I have is great but it's nice to have more than one.  Maybe I should have tried on one of the one pieces.  I could always go back this weekend.  Did I really just say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-2269492699069501089?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/2269492699069501089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=2269492699069501089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2269492699069501089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2269492699069501089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/05/want-to-shatter-your-self-esteem.html' title='Want to shatter your self esteem?'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sg1uc9RxrgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1m09azq6GUY/s72-c/22d66363dab04f9cfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8089450658827907823</id><published>2009-03-25T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:30:47.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF???</title><content type='html'>I find lately there are so many things that leave me thinking What the F#ck?  Here's a small list of what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why drunk girls insist on kissing other girls purely to turn on the guys they are with.  What happened to girls kissing girls because that's what they are into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mushrooms.  They are gross.  I know they are supposed to be good for you but come on, they taste like dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lindsay Lohan's current choices.  Mean girls was a good career choice.  She was so cute in that and poised to be a big star.  Now she's selling her own line of leggings and spray tan.  Spray tan, really?  She's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two and a half men.  Why does this show stay on the air and something like Arrested Development can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Battery operated kids toys.  Why must all of the toys that Stevie gets require so many batteries?  It's annoying.  I'm only buying wooden from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The snow in my front yard.  It gets limited sun in the day and so I just know it's not going to melt until late June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ann Coulter.  Why does anyone let this woman speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Taxes on feminine hygiene products.  Hello, it's not like we have a choice, we do have to use them.  The least they can do for us in not charge taxes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Calls from payphones costing 50 cents now.  It was hard enough to find 25 cents now I need 50!  I know, I know, why don't I just use my cell phone.  Well sometimes I forget to charge it or my baby hides it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The fact that Kingston has an Urban Outfitters and we don't.  Come on, there are way more people in Ottawa than Kingston, let us have one here already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on all day.  But I won't because then you will think WTF? doesn't she have anything better to do.  The answer is, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8089450658827907823?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8089450658827907823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8089450658827907823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8089450658827907823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8089450658827907823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF???'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-2798821298473897119</id><published>2009-03-23T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:51:42.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stevie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Can't stop the cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Scflv9cLt_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5DNUmbWT_bM/s1600-h/stevers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Scflv9cLt_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5DNUmbWT_bM/s320/stevers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316470497243543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that this little bunny is turning into this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Scfl2lNcsQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f3ERN9l_LcI/s1600-h/stevers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Scfl2lNcsQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f3ERN9l_LcI/s320/stevers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316470610998374658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really crazy how fast it all goes.  Over a year already. Stevie is so funny now.  I always found her to be a hilarious newborn.  Probably because of all of the hair that she had (still does).  She just seemed funnier than other babies.  I don't mean funnier looking either, I mean comical.  Now she's even more hilarious though.  It's so fun when their personalities start to come out and you get a glimpse of what they are going to be like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This motherhood stuff is crazy.  I look at her and can't believe she grew inside me.  It's kind of gross and bizarre when you think about it.  But also, cool and the neatest thing ever.  Even though I feel like the same person the whole experience has changed me so much.  For the better, I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just looking at old photos of little Miss Stevie and I couldn't believe how much she has changed.  Thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-2798821298473897119?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/2798821298473897119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=2798821298473897119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2798821298473897119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2798821298473897119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-stop-cuteness.html' title='Can&apos;t stop the cuteness'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Scflv9cLt_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5DNUmbWT_bM/s72-c/stevers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5151004889754886498</id><published>2009-03-23T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:25:54.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style=" background: #000 url(http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/img/badge.jpg) no-repeat 0 0; display: block; width: 322px; height: 157px; text-align: center; padding-top: 150px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 30px; color: #ff9900; " href="http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/"&gt; &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;I could survive for&lt;/span&gt; 41 seconds &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-5151004889754886498?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5151004889754886498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5151004889754886498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5151004889754886498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5151004889754886498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-could-survive-for-41-seconds-chained.html' title='How about you??'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5975562006418122792</id><published>2009-03-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:36:34.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sb_7GdsLs2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/DYBZbl2TLZo/s1600-h/HappyStPatricksDayCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314242173788205922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sb_7GdsLs2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/DYBZbl2TLZo/s320/HappyStPatricksDayCat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Hugs to my Grandad today on this Irish holiday.  Hope everyone is getting out there and enjoying some green beer tonight. I know I won't be.  Anyway, I wanted to share with you the most hilarious thing that I heard all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from an e-mail I received from CCR today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just went to loblaws and bought everyone some green cupcakes and a box of lucky charms for today.  Ghetto fest.  The Irish are complainin' about the charms...I should have just dumped some raw potatoes on the table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-5975562006418122792?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5975562006418122792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5975562006418122792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5975562006418122792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5975562006418122792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/Sb_7GdsLs2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/DYBZbl2TLZo/s72-c/HappyStPatricksDayCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8302944246949368517</id><published>2009-02-20T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:29:36.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been crazy</title><content type='html'>Work has been so crazy and I know I have been neglecting the blog. Sorry. I just haven't had a chance to post. But my friend sent me this little photo and I had to share it with everyone since it made me laugh. Anyone else feeling like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SZ6-Lcd0_eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L7E2msK0uCs/s1600-h/fri_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304886514918161890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SZ6-Lcd0_eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L7E2msK0uCs/s320/fri_112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8302944246949368517?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8302944246949368517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8302944246949368517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8302944246949368517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8302944246949368517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-crazy.html' title='It&apos;s been crazy'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SZ6-Lcd0_eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L7E2msK0uCs/s72-c/fri_112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-7113360622022513785</id><published>2009-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:56:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 years young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SYhpBVxydeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8nvNRsoUA7w/s1600-h/simpme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298600433348146658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SYhpBVxydeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8nvNRsoUA7w/s320/simpme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think 32 is going to be a good year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-7113360622022513785?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/7113360622022513785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=7113360622022513785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7113360622022513785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7113360622022513785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/02/32-years-young.html' title='32 years young'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SYhpBVxydeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8nvNRsoUA7w/s72-c/simpme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8926831551892007914</id><published>2009-01-27T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:25:33.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SX9dxOea2BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I5GWJFGrnBM/s1600-h/81_physical_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296054787091650578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SX9dxOea2BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I5GWJFGrnBM/s320/81_physical_98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first Cardio/Circuit Training/Core Workout class at lunch today.  IT KICKED MY ASS!!!  And the ass of my colleague (and boss) as well.  But it was awesome.  I know I will be so sore tomorrow, like the kind of sore where you can't even answer the phone your arms are hurting so much, but it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really needed to do something to get me motivated to start getting healthy and this is perfect.  Twice a week for an hour at lunch time.  So great because I wasn't motivated enough to do any of my tapes when I got home from work.  It's too hard.  I want to spend time with Mrs. Boss and hang out until she has to go to bed and I am not about to jazzercise it up at 8:30 or 9:00 at night.  I just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a start, and even though right now I can feel my arms starting to stiffen up and all I want to do is eat a giant piece of cake, I'm motivated and I am going to stick with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8926831551892007914?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8926831551892007914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8926831551892007914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8926831551892007914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8926831551892007914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SX9dxOea2BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I5GWJFGrnBM/s72-c/81_physical_98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-7496893854618495095</id><published>2009-01-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:53:16.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Fug ladies</title><content type='html'>So this has been a bit of a hard week.  Too much bad news that has been hard to digest.  Anyway, it's Friday and I want to go into the weekend in good spirits.  Enter the Fug girls.  Love, love, love Go Fug Yourself.  If you need a laugh please check out the latest &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/courtney_love/"&gt;Courtney Love&lt;/a&gt; addition.  I hope it makes your day as much as it did mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-7496893854618495095?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/7496893854618495095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=7496893854618495095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7496893854618495095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7496893854618495095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-fug-ladies.html' title='Thanks Fug ladies'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5776275201048876153</id><published>2009-01-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:47:34.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday, celebrate!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great this year. We had a fabulous time on our first Christmas in our new home. This year, we decided not to make the trip to Burlington and Toronto and instead stayed home to relax. It was so great to not have to travel. We of course missed our families and would have loved to see all the little ones (big ones too) but honestly, it was so relaxing that I definitely would not have changed a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss was spoiled as usual and had a wonderful time playing with all of her gifts. She was more excited this year than last year but we expected that because really how excited can you be at 1 1/2 months old? So, it was cool to watch her try everything out and dance around to the Phil Spector Christmas album. We ate lots and watched so many movies. Took naps and walks in the neighbourhood. It was really special and I'm glad I had lots of holiday time off to enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some photos so you can experience the joy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS9-t6cbQI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nuCiuMblr4/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288560747614072066" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS9-t6cbQI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nuCiuMblr4/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-I_upnJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yb2s-ze8ccE/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288560924195134610" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-I_upnJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yb2s-ze8ccE/s320/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-WCnQqbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/h25mvALX6Ow/s1600-h/bowling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561148307745202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-WCnQqbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/h25mvALX6Ow/s320/bowling2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-iQjXEyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-LHyXX8ErHk/s1600-h/slinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561358207914786" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-iQjXEyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-LHyXX8ErHk/s320/slinky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-4zNk-iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mhYNAUqyGcc/s1600-h/dooz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561745468914210" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-4zNk-iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mhYNAUqyGcc/s320/dooz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-tRUPXfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UiajLig0OXM/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561547391491570" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-tRUPXfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UiajLig0OXM/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS-I_upnJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yb2s-ze8ccE/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2439536371136668085-5776275201048876153?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5776275201048876153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5776275201048876153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5776275201048876153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5776275201048876153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-celebrate.html' title='Holiday, celebrate!!'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWS9-t6cbQI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nuCiuMblr4/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5439495081435356792</id><published>2009-01-06T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:36:05.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one said it would be easy.</title><content type='html'>Being a parent that is. It's not like I thought it would be easy either. Sometimes it is though. Sometimes everything goes smoothly and you feel like a real pro. Those times are great. But really, the hard times aren't even that bad. Pretty much every day with my little bunny is fabulous. But sometimes you can't help but feel like you are messing things up. Like this first child is the experiment to see how things are really supposed to be done so that by the time the second rolls around it's a lot easier. Habits that you have unfortunately created now with this one won't happen with the second because you will know better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, there are probably some things that I should have pushed a little more at this point (like sleeping in her crib) but my child is happy and that's what's important, right? So what if I subscribe to the gypsy style of parenting (I'm not that bad, really), I love my baby and she knows it and I think that's really what matters. Basically since the day I found out I was expecting everything has been about her. That's the way I think it should be. Obviously not at the expense of me or my relationship with my Husband but really you can't help but make everything about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back at work and have some time to think I have vowed to start taking better care of myself. For me but also for Miss Stevie too because she needs a momma who is healthy and happy with who she is. One of the first steps to this is recognising that I am a good mom. One of the things I noticed about having kids is that there instantly are a million judgements about how things should be done. How you feed them, how you put them to sleep, what they wear, play with, etc. It can be exhausting and also a little challenging. It creates a bit of a paranoia that you will never be good enough at it and that something will always go wrong. Some of that is self inflicted though. I mean someone may make a comment to you that is totally innocent but then you internalise that to the point where you feel like you were being judged when really that was not the intent. I for sure have done this and it has made me question myself. But you know what? I'm a great mom to Stevie and so now I am making a promise not to second guess myself. Yes, something's might not work for others, and yes, I could for sure do things differently but we've got to do what works right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life things are always changing so I look at this parenting process as an on-going learning opportunity that presents many challenges and a whole lot more victories. And if in the very least, I love her with all my heart things should work out. And if they don't I'll just blame it on her Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWNdVRvFsyI/AAAAAAAAADo/G5uOW-M43_g/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288173007582638882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWNdVRvFsyI/AAAAAAAAADo/G5uOW-M43_g/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2439536371136668085-5439495081435356792?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5439495081435356792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5439495081435356792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5439495081435356792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5439495081435356792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-one-said-it-would-be-easy.html' title='No one said it would be easy.'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWNdVRvFsyI/AAAAAAAAADo/G5uOW-M43_g/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-869787421326394713</id><published>2009-01-05T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:30:29.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Wrecks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite blogs to check out is &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;cakewrecks&lt;/a&gt;. I can't get enough of these horrible/awesome cakes. It even has me paying special attention at the grocery store, desperate to spot a masterpiece of my own. Anyway, since I am new to this blog there are lots of great cakes that I have missed but I came upon this one today and just had to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJtAaMjKlI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hwd7aqPoSu0/s1600-h/bride+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287908766285769298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJtAaMjKlI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hwd7aqPoSu0/s320/bride+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that?  How much money would something like that even cost?  And why in the world would you want this in the first place?  It is kind of genius though, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-869787421326394713?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/869787421326394713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=869787421326394713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/869787421326394713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/869787421326394713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/cake-wrecks.html' title='Cake Wrecks'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJtAaMjKlI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hwd7aqPoSu0/s72-c/bride+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-7247452113881955454</id><published>2009-01-05T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:44:17.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJitLIBoDI/AAAAAAAAADA/9udGprAzf5w/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287897440706469938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJitLIBoDI/AAAAAAAAADA/9udGprAzf5w/s320/leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What has happened to him?  I'm all for the scruffy look but I think Joaquin is taking it a bit too far.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, Happy New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-7247452113881955454?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/7247452113881955454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=7247452113881955454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7247452113881955454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7247452113881955454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJitLIBoDI/AAAAAAAAADA/9udGprAzf5w/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-7370995352928652767</id><published>2008-12-18T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:36:04.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLF 2.0 Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUqX5ZH02iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/11J_TgK9ODA/s1600-h/doozer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281200525297375778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUqX5ZH02iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/11J_TgK9ODA/s320/doozer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is killing me right now. Thanks TBS for the unrealistic guidelines. Wish I was at home with my bunny playing in the snow.  Or with those cheeks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-7370995352928652767?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/7370995352928652767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=7370995352928652767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7370995352928652767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/7370995352928652767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/12/clf-20-hell.html' title='CLF 2.0 Hell'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUqX5ZH02iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/11J_TgK9ODA/s72-c/doozer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-6029079798041061536</id><published>2008-12-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:10:56.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Sweet Pin Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUJi0vWUwoI/AAAAAAAAACw/zss-eK25vA8/s1600-h/betty-page-sitting-winking-on-the-beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278890371434463874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUJi0vWUwoI/AAAAAAAAACw/zss-eK25vA8/s320/betty-page-sitting-winking-on-the-beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betty Page has died. 82 years old. Hopefully she's living it up now in the afterlife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-6029079798041061536?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/6029079798041061536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=6029079798041061536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/6029079798041061536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/6029079798041061536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/12/rip-sweet-pin-up.html' title='R.I.P. Sweet Pin Up'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUJi0vWUwoI/AAAAAAAAACw/zss-eK25vA8/s72-c/betty-page-sitting-winking-on-the-beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-4331636443115577179</id><published>2008-12-11T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:45:33.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUEXd523LGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JBerMvjkrGQ/s1600-h/05-30-07-LOUBOUTIN-SUPER-WALLIS-PLATFORM-PUMPS-357Pounds%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278526040769506402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUEXd523LGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JBerMvjkrGQ/s320/05-30-07-LOUBOUTIN-SUPER-WALLIS-PLATFORM-PUMPS-357Pounds%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made a promise to myself that once I returned to work I would start dressing a little more feminine and grown up. After a year of yoga pants I felt it was a fair promise to make. For some reason when I think of "grown up" I think of heels. I'm not sure why because I do think that flats can be just as nice and equally grown up. However, heels were a part of the promise and heels it shall be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back to work for about a month now (I can't believe it has already been that long!) and I am staying true to my promise. I have a particularly comfortable pair of high heeled ankle boots that I have been wearing a lot with dress pants. I like to call them shoebooties because that's kind of what they are. D hates that term though which makes it even more fun to use. Anyway, as I mentioned I have been trying to stay on point and make heels a part of my every week wardrobe. It's not that it's hard because I do have several pairs and I don't mind wearing them. As someone with short legs and a long torso, my body can really benefit from the height they give me. There's only one problem. I feel like a phoney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a phoney?, you might ask. Well I'm not really sure but there is something about it that makes me feel like people are going to stop me when they see me walking in them and say "what do you think you are doing?" Even though I am sure it looks fine, I just sometimes feel like a kid wearing her mom's shoes. Like I don't know how to walk in them and it's totally obvious to everyone around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have started younger. God knows the Miley Cyrus' and other girls in Disney's harem seem to have no problem strutting their stuff in 6 inch Louboutins. Is that because they strapped them on as soon as they could say "I'm ready for my close up" or are they just more confident than I am? Probably a little bit of both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not giving up. Like anything, I am sure I will get used to it in time and before I know it I will be sleeping in heels. I don't think I will go that far, but I'm proud of myself that I am at least giving it a try. For today though I'm wondering, is it acceptable to wear slippers at your desk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-4331636443115577179?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/4331636443115577179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=4331636443115577179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4331636443115577179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4331636443115577179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-of-heels.html' title='Year of the Heels'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SUEXd523LGI/AAAAAAAAACo/JBerMvjkrGQ/s72-c/05-30-07-LOUBOUTIN-SUPER-WALLIS-PLATFORM-PUMPS-357Pounds%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8499271293130385005</id><published>2008-12-08T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:10:38.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Girlie Day and Vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/ST0qnsm7MSI/AAAAAAAAACg/E2wVRct2qa8/s1600-h/maxwells.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277421199825776930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/ST0qnsm7MSI/AAAAAAAAACg/E2wVRct2qa8/s320/maxwells.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Friday afternoon's ridiculously long bus ride home (1 1/2 hours on a bus in Hull which should have only taken 30 minutes!!!) it was nice that the rest of the weekend turned out great. Saturday morning Stevie and I were picked up by the lovely CR and whisked away for breakfast on Elgin street. Tried to get into Woody's but they wouldn't open the door and let us in even though they were supposed to be open (they open at 9:00, it was 9:10) so we decided to go to Maxwell's instead. It was a good choice. They had delicious Champagne cocktails on the menu and I felt like a horrible mother ordering one only to be told that they don't actually start serving those until 11:00. 11:00, 9:20, what's the difference? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast we hit the Ladyfest Craft fair. So many excellent vendors this year and they finally opened up two rooms so there was way more space to move around in. Despite the fabulous stuff we left empty handed with the hopes that Bayshore would have even better stuff for us. And again we were quite frugal there as well. I guess with Christmas coming it seems weird to spend lots of money on yourself. So instead, I found all kinds of things that D can spend money on for me. Hello Fringe bag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were shopped out (Stevie was such a trooper through all of this, I'm a lucky momma) we retreated to CR's place to check out the house now that it's all pulled together and go through some knitty goods. Her place is awesome, so well decorated. It looks like it's always been their place. She's also a knitting dynamo so we went through some stuff she knit that she's not wearing (hats and scarves) and I scored some good pieces (two of which I wore today). And a coat that doesn't fit her as well. Love shopping Chez Ross!!! After that she took us home and Stevie promptly feel asleep on me on the couch until D came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we had a nice relaxing day. D was gone again working so Stevie and I had big plans on getting all the Christmas stuff out to start decorating and make a big dinner for D since it was also his birthday. The dinner got done but nothing else. Stevie has a bit of a cold and so she was super tired so I let her cuddle up and sleep on me while I got full on into True Blood. Have you seen this? Love it. I know lots of people are very into the whole Vampire thing right now and I am starting to see why. I am so sucked into it (no pun intended). I just feel like there are so few shows on TV that I am really enjoying and so when something like this comes along I can't get enough. I'm not sure about the whole Twilight thing, that seems like it's geared towards a younger audience (although so is Gossip Girl and that doesn't stop me) but True Blood is definitely for adult. It's so raunchy, as you would imagine sex with Vampires might be, but it's also interesting. I'm just really enjoying it is what I am trying to say. Can't wait to get home and watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we capped off the night by watching Elf. That movie was a perfect way to kick start my Christmas spirit. On the agenda for tonight: Christmas the house up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8499271293130385005?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8499271293130385005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8499271293130385005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8499271293130385005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8499271293130385005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-update-girlie-day-and-vampires.html' title='Weekend Update: Girlie Day and Vampires'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/ST0qnsm7MSI/AAAAAAAAACg/E2wVRct2qa8/s72-c/maxwells.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-2853822482903144302</id><published>2008-12-02T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:29:27.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The pay stub saga was not much of a saga.  It turns out that the money was in my account the next day.  Just one day off so it didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought it would be.  I'm pretty lucky actually.  I know someone (sorry DC) who waited almost 9 weeks to get paid.  The system sucks, but it wasn't too sucky this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the money all went to pay bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-2853822482903144302?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/2853822482903144302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=2853822482903144302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2853822482903144302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/2853822482903144302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-5713478383076478140</id><published>2008-11-26T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:53:00.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Stub Snub</title><content type='html'>Yippie it's pay day and I got a pay stub. Having just come back from maternity leave 3 weeks ago (that long already??) I wasn't sure if I would have been added back to the pay list so it was a nice surprise to know that I got my pay stub, which means I got paid, right? Wrong! I have the stub that shows me the money I should have gotten but my account, she got nothing! How hard is this people? Come on!!!! Anyway, apparently it should be fixed by tomorrow but I won't hold my breath. I never understand why these things are so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure wish I had money to buy this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SS22kV2j2QI/AAAAAAAAACY/1sd0AlKiMtw/s1600-h/marc-jacobs-dr-q-groovee-handbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273071474178251010" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SS22kV2j2QI/AAAAAAAAACY/1sd0AlKiMtw/s320/marc-jacobs-dr-q-groovee-handbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Marc Jacobs, but the only shopping I will be doing until I get paid is for groceries.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-5713478383076478140?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/5713478383076478140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=5713478383076478140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5713478383076478140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/5713478383076478140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-stub-snub.html' title='Pay Stub Snub'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SS22kV2j2QI/AAAAAAAAACY/1sd0AlKiMtw/s72-c/marc-jacobs-dr-q-groovee-handbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-8837684873896952628</id><published>2008-11-24T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:56:30.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello friends, goodbye friend</title><content type='html'>Another packed weekend for me, full of visits and things to do.  Friday night the fabulous LG came to town and stayed with us for the weekend.  So nice to see her.  Waylon was beside himself with glee since she left the door open to the guest room so he could sneak in there and sleep with her.  Jojo took full advantage of that as well.  Then on Saturday two more lovely ladies arrived (KLE and JM) with a little male play date for Stevie.  So funny to watch the kids interact and spot the hilarious differences between little boys and girls.  It was great to have all the ladies together to chat and find out what's been going on in each other's lives.  All of us living vicariously through LG as she was the only non-married, non-momma of the bunch and leads a far more exciting life than the rest of us.  Fully caught up it was then time for the Quebec girls to head on home, just in time for little C's nap as well.  I am sure that little guy crashed as soon as the car pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed out to get a movie and buy some dinner.  Dinner was delicious (pasta, garlic bread and a sauce made with Vodka) the movie, not so much.  Colin Farrell made it seem like it might be worth it (although truthfully, I don't really like him).  The guy at the video store said it definitely was.  Both were wrong.  It was so boring and not nearly as funny as video store guy claimed it was.  We should have rented 21 like we originally planned.  Then it was off to bed to dream about the next day's brunch.  And brunch was definitely the highlight of the weekend.  To start off it was granola and milk.  The best granola you can find as well.  So good that LG asked if they sold it so she could take some home to Toronto with her.  Then we had Eggs Benedict.  But not just an ordinary serving of it.  This was nicely sliced French bread topped with crab cakes, topped with the eggs and then the sauce.  Served with salad, bacon, sausage and roasted potatoes.  You would think that would be enough.  You would be wrong.  After that we were then brought a hot scone each served with a Grand Marnier infused mascarpone cheese spread.  It almost brought tears to your eyes it was so delicious.  I'm talking, last meal of your life delicious.  So worth the $20 that it cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we stuffed our faces we decided to walk it off with a little shopping.  Took LG to the stores on Dalhousie, through the market and ended up in the mall.  So much nice stuff out there to buy.  I did not indulge but probably will at some point (see my second post for some reasons why).  Then we left our friend and made our way back home for Stevie and I to take part in our favourite Sunday ritual - RomCom Sunday's on the Women's Network.  This week - Monster In Law.  I wasn't too psyched about it, Stevie didn't seem to care either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part about this weekend was saying goodbye to another friend of mine on Saturday morning.  This was the kind of forever goodbye that you hope never to have to do.  She was so young and full of life.  Sassy and hilarious.  Work will not be the same without her.  Lunch time will be even worse.  Who will be around to make fun of me?  Talk Top Model with me?  Slack off at work with me (well, there are for sure others willing to do this but still).  She will be miss by me and by everyone who knew her.  The whole situation makes me want to gather everyone close to me in a giant bear hug and never let them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-8837684873896952628?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/8837684873896952628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=8837684873896952628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8837684873896952628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/8837684873896952628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-friends-goodbye-friend.html' title='Hello friends, goodbye friend'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-6781845960361425254</id><published>2008-11-21T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:11:11.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two coats</title><content type='html'>What it must be like to be so skinny that you can where two coats at one time?  This morning on the bus a woman got on and she was wearing two coats.  And not like a jean jacket and an other coat but two full on winter coats.  She wasn't a crazy lady, or at least didn't appear to be.  In fact she was kind of really stylish.  And skinny.  The coats didn't look bulky or too tight.  It was as if those two coats were meant to be worn together even though they were clearly two different coats.  It got me thinking about being thin.  Sometime I wonder how different my life would be if I was skinny.  For the most part I am sure it would be the same. Same house, husband, baby, same me (personality wise) etc.  Except I would have a way better wardrobe.  Because the nice clothes of this world are made for thinner ladies.  Thinner than me anyway.  Having boobs means not finding shirts that fit right in the arms but can still be buttoned up at the same time.  Having to buy a bigger size but try not to look bigger in the process can be tough.  I imagine that shopping as a skinny girl is way easier.  Everything would fit right, you would have so many options.  Sometimes I see a badly dressed skinny lady and it makes me sad because I feel like if I was her size, I would be so stylish.  If I had her body, I would for sure take advantage of the awesome options that would be out there for me.  Alas, I do not.  I have my body.  And don't get me wrong, this body produced the most awesome little girl around so I am very lucky to have it.  But with that little girl also came some extra curves that I am still trying to get used to.  But not too used to.  My year of wearing yoga pants is over and I am back amongst the working stiffs, which means fitting into clothes that may no longer want to fit on me.  So what's a girl to do?  Eat more cookies?  Yes, but also start to get healthy.  That's what it's about right?  Who cares about thin/thick, skinny/fat it's all about being healthy.  So that's what I will focus on.  Curves aren't bad, but heart attacks are.  So it's time to find some celery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-6781845960361425254?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/6781845960361425254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=6781845960361425254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/6781845960361425254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/6781845960361425254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-coats.html' title='Two coats'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-4478802991123852887</id><published>2008-11-19T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:49:51.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Here is a photo post of all things me so you can get to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270474425381524290" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR8kNKlk0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Gzv5BJes9Y/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us (Me, D and little Stevie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR3VLTmF_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOAH429K9cc/s1600-h/mojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270468669626259442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR3VLTmF_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOAH429K9cc/s320/mojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR3m2CTISI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZZwQfVDlDiM/s1600-h/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270468973154214178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR3m2CTISI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZZwQfVDlDiM/s320/jojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jojo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR4JzsgfVI/AAAAAAAAABg/k_4QNvWyI_k/s1600-h/way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270469573821365586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR4JzsgfVI/AAAAAAAAABg/k_4QNvWyI_k/s320/way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Waylon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These of some of my favourite things to photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR5xbdccrI/AAAAAAAAABo/mxdDKGVmPaQ/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471354022130354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR5xbdccrI/AAAAAAAAABo/mxdDKGVmPaQ/s320/sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR6LhqBd4I/AAAAAAAAABw/jf8NpZBos6s/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471802362099586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR6LhqBd4I/AAAAAAAAABw/jf8NpZBos6s/s320/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR6kisKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdK7GJTYfQM/s1600-h/tweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270472232136242834" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR6kisKdpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cdK7GJTYfQM/s320/tweed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR7nk21bcI/AAAAAAAAACA/rya4AtPpUNA/s1600-h/stevie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270473383769107906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR7nk21bcI/AAAAAAAAACA/rya4AtPpUNA/s320/stevie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2439536371136668085-4478802991123852887?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/4478802991123852887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=4478802991123852887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4478802991123852887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/4478802991123852887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SSR8kNKlk0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Gzv5BJes9Y/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439536371136668085.post-145613733304202606</id><published>2008-11-19T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:05:30.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deviated septum'/><title type='text'>Mon Nez</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about my nose a lot lately.  Now that I am entering the season of chronic blockedness, I'm starting to contemplate rhinoplasty.  Jen did it, so did Cameron and that High School Musical girl as well.  Ashley Simpson did it but fessed up to it being strictly cosmetic and not for reasons of the sinus nature like those other gals.  For me it's purely about wanting to breath like a normal person.  But I don't hate my nose so I worry that it will end up changing the way it looks.  Not that I am against it, I mean if it ends up making me look better then I am all for it.  But remember what happened to Jennifer Grey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all seems way too extreme for me.  Maybe I'll buy some breathright nose strips instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439536371136668085-145613733304202606?l=deviatedseptums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/feeds/145613733304202606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439536371136668085&amp;postID=145613733304202606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/145613733304202606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439536371136668085/posts/default/145613733304202606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviatedseptums.blogspot.com/2008/11/mon-nez.html' title='Mon Nez'/><author><name>Deviated Septum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666823735208032260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkJYgBhAU7Q/SWJw4n0r5uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DweLqhy5pm0/S220/hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
