<?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-11337247</id><updated>2011-06-06T18:47:20.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Up, Buttercup.</title><subtitle type='html'>Joy Brought Me Here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/SgCzNo5yFLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/u9KJrqCyLIo/S220/20090422pugmtg_008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>631</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337247.post-8101928692474176765</id><published>2009-05-20T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:23:17.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Loves Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/ShQuVedyjxI/AAAAAAAABao/iooJkTlF8YI/s1600-h/IMG_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/ShQuVedyjxI/AAAAAAAABao/iooJkTlF8YI/s400/IMG_3152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337942404831022866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirl Rosa Jane loves horses and they scare me.  Lots of things in life scare me, so I guess this is just one more thing in the great scheme of things that Elenor Roosevelt said, "You must do the thing you think you can not do." And sometimes that just means simply putting one foot in front of the other and doing the next thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter XHTML Strict 1.0 --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11337247-4816762190724968108?l=fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/feeds/4816762190724968108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337247&amp;postID=4816762190724968108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/4816762190724968108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/4816762190724968108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-after-christmas-and-anticipating.html' title='The Week after Christmas and Anticipating Change'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/SgCzNo5yFLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/u9KJrqCyLIo/S220/20090422pugmtg_008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/SVhavaytiTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/PgowqDSxqHk/s72-c/IMG_2587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337247.post-7124285860628088632</id><published>2008-12-03T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:31:45.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life Goes On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/STbo4qvVZAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5_9JVHLDHf8/s400/IMG_9637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275660073754256386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a celebrator of life and individuality I enjoy spending time around the family during the holidays. I try to savor every minute with what are now our elders, which is really my parent's generation. I lost both sets of grandparents years ago through debilitating disease like Alzheimer's and Parkingson's.  But seeing my nephew who looks just like my grandfather, it begs the question if he also acts the same. I'm dying to *really* know how our grandparents and so on and so forth acted as a child. I don't know if it's just me, but I'd love to have seen the toddler President George Bush.  I just think it would be hilarious and so telling. So insightful to the person they are today.  My grandmother with Alzheimer's lived with us during my tumultuous high school years. She'd always ask me if I was really going to wear my hair (longer on one side)like that, and if I was really going to leave the house in that outfit. She also always wanted "a little bit of color: on her dinner plate. which meant she really wanted some kind of brightly/artificially colored Jello salad concoction on her plate.  I think of her often and feel sad that I really never did "know" her b/c by the time I was of age to know her, she'd already lost most of her personality.  Still I was thinking of her this morning as I dressed as brightly as a rainbow.  I wonder if she also loved colorful clothes and if I got that from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think so. Happy Thanksgiving... belatedly, but with a very full heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter XHTML Strict 1.0 --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11337247-7124285860628088632?l=fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/feeds/7124285860628088632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337247&amp;postID=7124285860628088632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/7124285860628088632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/7124285860628088632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And Life Goes On...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/SgCzNo5yFLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/u9KJrqCyLIo/S220/20090422pugmtg_008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/STbo4qvVZAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5_9JVHLDHf8/s72-c/IMG_9637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337247.post-2543583449143999411</id><published>2008-11-07T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:24:02.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So-called Creative</title><content type='html'>These so-called creative hair salons for children crack me up. Who do they think they are foolin' anyway? I have no idea because I'm on to them like white on rice. They have play-cars/airplanes for chairs and tv's mounted on the wall blarin' some silly "child" show.  And all the hairdressers I've ever seen  seem to have no sense of humor nor creativity when it comes to getting a child to do what they want.  They want the child to look down, but hey, isn't that Dora playing on the big screen on the wall over there? Who wouldn't want to watch that rather than look at their boring old knee that hasn't changed in ever so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my daughter this morning:  I left her bed-head tangles in tact and so the lady is combing and combing and pulling and pulling and meanwhile RJ is shirking and leaning farther and father away... as far as she can without actually leaving her chair and the lady says, "honey, I need you to sit up." It's hilarious. RJ was quite the trooper and as always I'm super proud of her. It's just funny to me that no one seems to look around and see what's actually happening.  That's odd to me 'cause I could size the place up in 2 seconds flat. This is why I usually just take RJ to a normal salon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs all the distractions that they can't enjoy anyway?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter XHTML Strict 1.0 --&gt;
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She taught me so much and helped me to see more clearly.  As a treat to her and all our guests, we like to take them down to South Congress or SoCo as people in the Know call it to browse a little piece of Heaven on earth in a store called Allen's Boots.  You've never seen so many gorgeous boots in your whole entire life.  Sometimes a pair will grab hold of you and will refuse to let go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was supposed to be the one to buy boots.  I didn't go in thinking I needed boots, but after being at a wedding over the weekend where these classic Texas women wore boots dressed up, I will acknowledge there was a slight need in my life for black boots.  I found these fun boots that looked like they had little flowers on them, but it was really the design of the lizard skin.  Art is life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready to put them back because there were lots of reasons in my mind NOT to get them. One, there are other things I need like a new computer and always another camera lens, not to mention our older daughter's college education to pay off. I have my priorities straight.  Two, the color was something I thought I'd never in a million years own: a two-toned boot, nevermind that it was double-whammy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;! But Don came over and told me I had to have them. That I'd come back next time and they'd be gone and they are really perfect for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/R8WV9tFFg0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/s0pWXwIFoVw/s1600-h/_MG_9312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/R8WV9tFFg0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/s0pWXwIFoVw/s200/_MG_9312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171704634410369858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it was time to look around the store at my accomplices (Don, Rosa Jane and Diana) and count on my hand all the times I thought I'd never do/be a part of  something and life wonderful life turned out blissfully to the contrary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I never thought I'd married an older man, just ask Seebug how much Hell I gave her for marrying a cute boy a mere 8 years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I never thought we'd get pregnant.  Well, after months that added up to years and years of trying, I never thought we'd get pregnant.  Maybe that's why when we did finally affirm (to my credit, I did take two pregnancies test upon suspect, but both came up negative) we were pregnant we were already 20 weeks along.  Bliss that we were halfway done and we didn't even know it! Never mind the fear we live in NOW, knowing that we could get pregnant! Ha!  My, my how quickly the tables turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I never thought my friend Diana from Boston who moved to Seattle would make it down to visit us. Sometimes as much as you love a friend, you can't help but think that wish of coming to visit is nothing more in reality than a pipe dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/R8WWktFFg1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1cTyKjWffj0/s1600-h/_MG_9316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/R8WWktFFg1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1cTyKjWffj0/s200/_MG_9316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171705304425268050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three for three. I think it's time to recalibrate.  So I listened to Don and I am grateful for the extra push.  I know boots don't make the girl and I know true happiness lies within, but damn, it sure it nice to don some sweet-looking boots that make me giddy happy and will for years to come, even if they are two-toned white. 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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11337247-9082272370917638823?l=fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/feeds/9082272370917638823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11337247&amp;postID=9082272370917638823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/9082272370917638823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11337247/posts/default/9082272370917638823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireupbuttercup.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-shoulda-been-there.html' title='You Shoulda Been There'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtaSOZoQ7E8/SgCzNo5yFLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/u9KJrqCyLIo/S220/20090422pugmtg_008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2240174033_324a4940e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11337247.post-6197165396639211117</id><published>2008-02-03T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:55:56.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Heritage in Food and Sparkly Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fireupbuttercup/2240137053/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2371/2240137053_7deef249b0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fireupbuttercup/2240137053/"&gt;00026 libertyfeb-178&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fireupbuttercup/"&gt;..Kristen..&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Christmas, Honey gave Caren and me promised Lebanese-cooking lessons.  I've been looking forward to this weekend for a while.  It was originally a weekend for just the girls, but the town's library held a benefit ball and so we brought the boys and the kids in tow. The guys stayed with the babes during the day while the women spent the day in Tammy Haddad's home kitchen.  We made kibbe nie (raw beef/cracked wheat mixture), fried kibbe balls, stuffed grape leaves and cabbage rolls with hashwee. It was so fun and such an insight to how women bonded over spending three hours in the kitchen. I can't wait to find our local international food market and see just how good my notes were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently accepting donations for a heavy-duty kitchen aid mixer with the meat grinder attachment. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures of the cousins.  I edited the ones that spoke the most fun.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter XHTML Strict 1.0 --&gt;
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