<?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-5942502634716422653</id><updated>2012-01-24T12:53:29.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart cupcakes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4204563580281962402</id><published>2007-09-17T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:49:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Slide Show...woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-34.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970200953908&amp;amp;site=widget-34.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200953908&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p1/360287970200953908/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=360287970200953908&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p2/360287970200953908/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-4204563580281962402?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4204563580281962402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4204563580281962402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4204563580281962402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4204563580281962402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-slide-showwoo.html' title='Wedding Slide Show...woo!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8037965685924410972</id><published>2007-09-04T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:02:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Munro Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rt3SGWBxlKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1OJQpELxim0/s1600-h/wedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106468558942082210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rt3SGWBxlKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1OJQpELxim0/s200/wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, so it's happened. We're finally married. The day went well. In the end Mike only had to work until 9:30am, and was at my mum's before noon. I had my hair done and Meghan did my makeup. I felt beautiful. I think Mike was blown away, even though he didn't say that much. I loved the dress. I was rather worried, since the weather that morning wasn't that great, infact it was HORRIBLE! By 4pm the sun came out, and it was hot and perfect. Ferguson Point was gorgeous, and we were able to do it at the top of the hill with the ocean and West Vancouver behind us. The ceremony was over quite quickly. I couldn't keep a straight face, because Heather was screaming the whole time, and throwing her duck at Jordan's legs. I couldn't stop laughing. Also there were planes flying over head. After the ceremony we did pictures for an hour which Mike got in a huff about and almost flew off the handle. Anyway after an hour of picture taking we headed for dinner. Dinner was amazing! Absolutely delicious. The cake my aunt made was delicious too. After everything was over, Mike and I headed back to our place (Moo went to Grandma's) and watched an hour of tv and fell asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reception #1- The Shermans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That morning we headed to my mum's place and helped set up the tables and decorations. I was so excited to see my aunt and uncle whom I haven't seen in a very long time, and my cousin, who I absolutely love to bits. We grabbed some lunch, and fell asleep for a little bit. The funny thing is that I had to sleep with my face in the pillow because I couldn't ruin my hair. I had the crappiest sleep of my life. Haha. However, my hair still looked beautiful. I did my own make up and Mike helped me into my dress. It was nice to see everyone, and the dinner at the reception was good. I believe my mum made most of it, and my cousin, Janet, made a lot of it too. My brother, Michael, and Mike made some beautiful speaches. I almost started to cry. After it was over Heather, Mike and I headed home. We had a long sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reception #2 - The Munros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were about 115 people at this reception. A lot of the friends we had invited didn't come, some had good reasons others didn't even call to let us know. I didn't wear my wedding dress, but I didn't wear my corset with another dress. Bad idea! I ended up changing my outfit half way through the party because I was soo uncomfortable. It was catered, but the food was soo good. I think I gained about 10 lbs this weekend easily. We mingled and took pictures. I looked after Heather quite a bit. Barbara said a little speach, and so did, Mal, Meredith and my dad. It was a beautiful reception, except for the rain. The music was lovely too. By the end of it I was so tired that I almost started crying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Monday we all had had enough. I had two naps, and Heather was quite upset most of the day. All in all, the weekend was great. I hope I never have to do it again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8037965685924410972?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8037965685924410972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8037965685924410972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8037965685924410972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8037965685924410972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/09/munro-wedding.html' title='The Munro Wedding'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rt3SGWBxlKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1OJQpELxim0/s72-c/wedding+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6499590201036577768</id><published>2007-08-24T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:50:48.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' data='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46609b8aaa0f2822/46cfb0393c439f14' quality='high' height='250' width='300' id='W46cfb0393c439f14'&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46609b8aaa0f2822/46cfb0393c439f14' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='scaleMode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6499590201036577768?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6499590201036577768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6499590201036577768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6499590201036577768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6499590201036577768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/08/superbad.html' title='Superbad'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1216085866056490370</id><published>2007-08-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:56:07.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of rambling, but this may be my favorite post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello everyone...not that many people read this blog...so...hello you two ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mike is at work. I'm doing my domestic duties (i.e., laundry, cleaning, making lunch for Moo) and Moog is asleep. However she's been asleep for well over two hours, I doubt I'll have much time left to write before she wakes up famished and crying. Today she will be eating, mango, whole wheat pasta, a little bit of cheese and some grapes. Her little belly hasn't been doing to well with vegetables recently, so I've only been giving her things I know she can handle. I am not dealing with explosive diarrhea at 3am ever again! I say that, but we all know that she has many more diarrhea days ahead of her. Yay, the common flu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This weekend is full of excitement and hopefully dancing. On Friday the three of us head over to Cam's for a delightful night of...I don't know...it's a welcome home party. Since Moog will be there, there won't be much drinking and absolutely NO SMOKING!** Then Saturday afternoon, Princess Stinkbottom will have her first birthday party (sorry everyone, family event). I am making her first birthday cake...a lady bug. I love baking, but creating/decorating cakes is not my forte, so I am sure there will be an array of colorful language spewing from my mouth. Don't worry, I'll take pictures. The come Saturday night is Candice's birthday. Now a whole bunch of girls (actually, I think there is only 4 of us) are going clubbing, me included. I have not been clubbing since I was 22 years old...so yes, I am a little nervous. I've become quite house bound and almost hobbit like. I like pubs. Pubs are safe and cozy. Pubs don't have half naked women running around. They don't have bouncers who get to decide whether or not you are worthy enough to come into their drinking establishment. I don't know, becoming a mother and a "wife" has made me very much a home body. Anyway, I went out and bought sexy boots and a black sexy dress. Now if only I could get my hair to work I'd be set. Sunday will be met with me hungover, while both Moog and Mike sit, point and laugh at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am never very political in this blog. I don't think people are really interested in my opinion. I just want to say one thing...I don't think Canada should be fighting George Bush's war. I think that we should be pulled from the battle field. I know that Canada fights for the underpriveledged and the people in need, but we are losing so many soldiers for a cause that not many of us believe in. I don't understand how we can fight along side a country that treats us like their lesser counter part. I don't have a doubt in my mind that the U.S. would turn it's back on us in a heart beat. What are we gaining by helping America? Nothing really, other than blood shed and enemies. So there you have it, my little rant. Woo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My dear friend Siobhan has been sending me links to "knitting revolution" websites, and the more I read into it the more I want to join. Viva le knitting revolution! Over the past couple of years (since I've been out of the knitting community) I have lost my skill. I can knit in a straight line and that's about it. To start a new coalition I need to think of a name, something catchy. Hmmmm, this may take a while. Then I have to start putting my message out there. If you want to help me, let me know. Together we can get the knitting message out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I almost burnt my kitchen down. I completely forgot I was making Heather some pasta. All of a sudden I could hear a crackling sound and could smell smoke. You know, I have put that poor little pot through so much, I think it's time I throw it out. All I hope is that someone bought us the pot and pan set we asked for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I am off. I should see if Moo is awake and pay closer attention to my noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;**I've been smoking a lot recently. I haven't bought a pack, just bumming from people wherever I go. I need to stop. I do not want to be a smoking mother, the thought just grosses me out. If anyone has any suggestions on how to deal with stress without shoving my face full of food or smoking, please, let me know. I need your help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1216085866056490370?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1216085866056490370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1216085866056490370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1216085866056490370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1216085866056490370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/08/lot-of-rambling-but-this-may-be-my.html' title='A lot of rambling, but this may be my favorite post :)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3614318210521096611</id><published>2007-08-21T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:28:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We have some exciting news to report. Heather took her first steps last night. At first she took four steps, and then another four and then another four! I was so proud I started crying. I've tried to get her to walk again today, but so far she'll only stand by herself, which is a feat itself. I think Mike is just excited to say that Heather walked before she was one years old...right under the line there Heather. I can't believe that by next Wednesday she'll be one! She has definitely got her own little personality. She's been quite upset a lot recently and rather prone to whining. I think it's because Mike isn't around, and it's quite a big change for her...and me too. We seem to be managing well. We haven't really started a schedule yet, because we've had so many appointments last week and this week. Hopefully I'll be getting my car by Wednesday, but they said that that would take a miracle. I hate being stuck here! I can only walk the same pier so many times during the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We didn't really do anything that exciting last weekend. Friday night Heather went to my mum's and I watched a couple of movies while Mike went to bed at 930pm. Lame. Saturday we took my car to have the windshield replaced and then went for breakfast with my mum. That night I went over to Meghan's and stayed until 11pm. It was nice to just hang out with someone that I hadn't really seen in over a year. On Sunday Barbara came over for a bit and took us our for breakfast and then I can't remember the rest of the day. OH! I went to Winners and found a kitchen timer in the shape of a cupcake. It was the greatest find ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mike is still not 100% sure he can book our wedding off from work. If not we'll have to be married before our wedding dinner. If that happens it's not the end of the world for me. I think my mum would be devastated though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think I am turning more domestic though. The first I did when I woke up this morning was tell Mike I'm making lettuce wraps for dinner. I never do that, dinner is always decided about 30 minutes before Mike comes home. Then I fed, changed and dressed Heather. While she is down for her nap, I clean the kitchen and do the laundry. Once she wakes up she'll have lunch, while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; the apartment, do more laundry and put the dishes away. It never ends ladies, it never ends. I don't think it would be so bad if it didn't go somewhat unappreciated. All I am going to say is that sometimes I want to throw this computer off the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well I hope everyone has a great week. I hope I get to see Amanda, and that I get my truck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3614318210521096611?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3614318210521096611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3614318210521096611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3614318210521096611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3614318210521096611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/08/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5634247782234337839</id><published>2007-08-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:50:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RsYl4GBxlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/R6r95daJlYw/s1600-h/seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099805273664623746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RsYl4GBxlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/R6r95daJlYw/s200/seth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had the strangest dream last night, and it seemed so real. Everytime I would get up to attend to Moo and then fall asleep I would fall right back into the same dream. I know it's simply an anxiety dream, and that I shouldn't read into it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Dream: I am still with Mike and we have Heather, but things aren't going that well. I feel ignored and alone. For some reason I meet Seth Rogen (he's Vancouver actor, he was in "Knocked Up" and "40 Year Old Virgin") and a relationship starts to form. I then have to explain to Seth that I have a daughter and that I am getting married. Then I have to tell Mike that I have had this relationship with Seth (which isn't sexual) and that I am starting to have feelings for him. So basically I have to choose between the two of them. Then I woke up, not having to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mike knows about my little crush on the actor, and ofcourse Seth Rogen is going to be in my dreams because we're bombarded with his image all day (not a bad thing however). Mike and I always joked about what actor we would leave eachother for...he has always said Diane Lane or Lauren Grahmm (Meghan Fox, eventhough he won't admit it) and I always said Jack Black or Kevin Smith. I've changed my mind now...sorry guys. Anyway, Mike is worried that I have seen the future with this dream and I will leave him for Seth Rogen. Right hun, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On another note...we finally got our family photos back. Heather is so cute. It's amazing how two mildly attractive people can create an incredibly gorgeous child. It's weird man, weird. Heather has also decided to give up her morning nap (nooooooooooooo) but she'll sleep for like 4 hours in the afternoon. I don't know if that's how it's supposed to work, but I don't mind. It gives me time to clean up around her, and wait for Mike's return. My mum might take her tonight so that Mike and I can see a movie or something...I'm pushing for "Superbad", but we'll see ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5634247782234337839?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5634247782234337839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5634247782234337839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5634247782234337839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5634247782234337839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What Dreams May Come...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RsYl4GBxlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/R6r95daJlYw/s72-c/seth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8854742278582824390</id><published>2007-08-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:59:29.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing what can happen in less than two years...</title><content type='html'>Right now Mike is at work (his first day) and Heather just went down for her morning nap. After cleaning the apartment like a crazy woman on a mission, I finally have a moment to sit down and relax. Things have been hectic but good around here. I have hardly had any time to myself, or to think for myself over the past two months. It's been all about the house, or lawyers, or insurance agents, realtors, car dealerships/salesmen and ofcourse...financing.&lt;br /&gt;I never fully realized until now what buying a house actually involves. At first I thought I was quite naive and daft, but my wiser older brother had no idea either. We just thought that you could throw some money at a realtor, buy insurance and there you go, you have a house. I hope I never have to buy another house again, I hope we are fully happy in Deep Cove and live there forever. Unless we win the lottery, then we may move.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I need a second car. We decided that Mike using public transit from Deep Cove to Richmond and back would drive both of us crazy. Who wants to be spending more than 2 hours on a bus each way? Also, I having Heather do need a car. Actually not having a vehicle this week and having Heather is freaking me out. I can borrow my mums car, but that in itself is somewhat nerve-wracking since she drives a Benz. So anyway, we are buying another car. My brother owns a used 1995 Toyota 4 Runner, and I love driving it, so we decided to get a 4 Runner too. It will end up being my car, and Mike will use the VW since it is far better on gas. Having a car with more space will be great. I will no longer have to jam Heather's stroller in the trunk, and her car seat will fit in nicely with room to spare so that it's not hitting my chair and pushing me into the steering wheel. Everyone's main concern was that I was trying to compete with my brother, which is not the case. He and I live to entirely seperate lives. I mean comeon, I have a baby!&lt;br /&gt;Heather turns one in just over two weeks. I haven't really bought her anything. Just a sweatshirt and an Arthur the Ardvark DVD (which is really more for Mike and I). I think my mum and I are going to head to Toys r Us and pick up some blocks. From what I've gathered she's going to be spoiled this birthday. I am making her birthday cake too, which is going to be awesome. I have NO idea what I am going to make but it'll be cool. She doesn't exactly have a lot of interests right now. Maybe I'll make her an animal cake, like a dog or cat. If anyone has good ideas let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the wedding is arriving soon too. Two days after Heather's birthday we're getting married. I have been figuring out everything, it's just the finer details that need to be done. I need to order a bouquet, schedule a hair appointment, leave the deposit for the restaurant, call everyone and tell them that the time has been changed. It's all so crazy. All I hope is that I fit into my wedding dress, after that, I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, our lives are changing every day. With new excitement brings new stresses but we're trying to get through them. By November of this year the three of us will be grinning from ear to ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8854742278582824390?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8854742278582824390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8854742278582824390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8854742278582824390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8854742278582824390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-amazing-what-can-happen-in-less.html' title='It&apos;s amazing what can happen in less than two years...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6987979227732093121</id><published>2007-07-23T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:57:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Munros....house owners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All three of us have very exciting news! We have purchased a house! We still have to have the house inspected (which happens tomorrow) and give the first deposit, but after all that we have a house and we take posession on October 1! We are so excited! I was hoping to move sooner than October, but we need the time to move and to give notice to our current land lord. I won't put pictures up until it's actually ours, but I can tell you a little bit about it. It is 50 years old, with 2.5 bedrooms, two bathrooms (one is amazing, with heated floors), there is an amazing backyard with a little shack that will be turned into Heather's play house! The kitchen is awesome, and there are vines all over it. Both Mike and I fell in love with it the second we saw it. There will be some work needed, but that's ok we're both willing to put the time, money and effort into it. This means that I can finally get a dog too! I am so excited! It's also near some nice parks, trails and conviently enough a French Immersion school. I can't wait to move, we have so much furniture that needs a place that isn't in our living room. I can't believe that in just over two years I will be married, I'll have a 13 month old daughter and a house! HAHAHA!! All the other stuff that happens in life seems so trivial now, because my dreams are coming true! Watch my luck change now after saying that, I may have just jinxed my house!&lt;br /&gt;We're heading over to Chris and Danielle's place tonight to work on reception favors. Mike and I need to figure out what we're going to do too. I have no idea, I was thinking vases from IKEA or something. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Heather has 6 TEETH!!! 6!!! Can you believe it? She likes to bite now too, which blows ass! Anyway, she's doing great. She loves cheese and pulling down the DVD's from the shelves. She is trying her hardest to stand by herself these days. She lasts for about 5 seconds and then falls to her knees. She's sooo amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well there you go, that's all our new news. The nice thing about our place is that it will have a nice guest room downstairs for all of our out of town friends...we're looking at you Mark, Louis, Melinda and Gillian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6987979227732093121?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6987979227732093121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6987979227732093121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6987979227732093121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6987979227732093121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/munroshouse-owners.html' title='The Munros....house owners!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-672419902336046506</id><published>2007-07-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:23:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RqQs5MmZU6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WZGjmu19MjM/s1600-h/Katie+Simpson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090242839981937570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RqQs5MmZU6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WZGjmu19MjM/s320/Katie+Simpson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; The sad thing is...I think I like myself better as a cartoon character than a real person. Plus, as a cartoon I have a blowfish t-shirt, which happens to be the coolest aquatic creature in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-672419902336046506?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/672419902336046506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=672419902336046506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/672419902336046506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/672419902336046506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/katie-simpson.html' title='Katie Simpson'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RqQs5MmZU6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WZGjmu19MjM/s72-c/Katie+Simpson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6657130902467725175</id><published>2007-07-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:07:37.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness and Sadness</title><content type='html'>I've been up since 6am, making and baking cookies. We have yet another reunion on Mike's side. Dear god that kid has a huge family...what am I getting myself into? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were at Mike's parent's place last night for dinner which was nice. We ate chinese food and Barbara and I drank some really nice wine. She told me funny stories about her childhood and about how her and Peter met, fell in love and go to where they are now. In the past week she's the second person to tell me of how she met her true love. I think when wedding time gets closer people just want to share their love, whether it be stories, gifts of physically (hugging, kisses). We haven't really done too much on the wedding preparations. I am just so worried about our 'friends reception' simply because there will be a lot of our friends there and I really don't want to screw anything up. I think I'll be relying on Mike to help me organize things and to come up with ideas...he's been to more weddings than I have (I think like 8 in the past year and a half). Right now I am more focused on houses and Mike is more focused on finding work. I would love to secretly elope somewhere, but I would be shot at dawn by my family. We're looking at houses tomorrow with a realtor, which should be fun and eye opening I think. There is one that we're particularly interested in, but we haven't even seen it, so who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my dad is coming to town tonight, (which is exciting) and he'll be here until Wednesday. He hasn't really seen Heather, and I worry that she'll grow up not knowing him that well. I think Mike and I will have to make the effort to visit him in Arizona when she gets older (and I become less paranoid).&lt;br /&gt;I heard some sad news last week. A man, Dallas Bittner, that I was in the Cap Textiles Program with committed suicide on July 7th. I haven't seen him in almost two years, so I had no idea that he was in such a dark place. I remember that he always seemed so calm, very spiritual and down to earth. His textile work was amazing too, and he had a great love for natural and synthetic dyes. He also worked in the film industry doing textiles/costuming. Suicide is one of those things that can either be categorized as tragic or selfish. I think it really depends on the circumstances and the closeness that you had with the person. For Dallas I see it as a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Mike is still waiting to hear about a job, and I am trying to figure out what I am going to do with Heather once he goes back to work and school. There will be some days when I won't see him at all. I don't know if it will affect Heather, not having two parents around, especially Mike. She loves him so much. You can just see their closeness, it's beautiful really.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone enjoys their weekend. Try to stay out of the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6657130902467725175?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6657130902467725175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6657130902467725175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6657130902467725175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6657130902467725175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiness-and-sadness.html' title='Happiness and Sadness'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-9041279457206581202</id><published>2007-07-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:27:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>houses, houses everywhere...just not for sale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well let's begin with me saying 'I'm completely exhausted'. I think I have started half of these blog entries with that sentence. It isn't as hot as it has been today, and we're all happy about it. We went hiking along Capilano River today with my mum. Neither Mike nor I have had Heather strapped to our backs for awhile. All I can say is that kid has gotten much bigger in a short time period. I was about ready to collapse with her on my back by the time we reached the dam. However the trip back was nice, and we didn't step in any dog crap...trust me, it's a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last week Mike and I had a date night, and we went to the cinema and saw "Transformers". We enjoyed (Mike did more due to the attractive actresses, he even said so) it. There was a trailer for another movie with Will Smith "I am Legend" and it looks wicked. I had actually read about it some time ago, and I remember it intriguing me then. Oh yes, and there was another 'secret' trailer before the film, which I later found out has a code name of '&lt;em&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/em&gt;' and could possibly be the new Godzilla movie. My brother and I talked the next day, and he was so excited for it that he even did this strange animalistic Godzilla roar...impressive actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So once again, Mike, Heather and I are in the market, the housing market that is. This time we are seriously looking, and we're looking in North Vancouver. Sorry guys, we want to stay on the North Shore. We start really looking next weekend with our realtor, and I hope we can find something before Christmas. We're really excited. We're really looking for Deep Cove, but there are no homes for sale in Deep Cove...everyone likes it too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, we're all doing a lot better these days. Things are starting to look promising for us, and our futures seem to be more solid. Let's pray that Mike's typing test goes well!!! Oh, random Heather update...she'll be a year in less than 6 weeks, and she has 6 teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-9041279457206581202?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/9041279457206581202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=9041279457206581202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/9041279457206581202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/9041279457206581202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/houses-houses-everywherejust-not-for.html' title='houses, houses everywhere...just not for sale.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8726333617272308335</id><published>2007-07-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:55:45.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7m1l2WKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_SgG5tcZnhk/s1600-h/S3010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085333205149964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7m1l2WKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_SgG5tcZnhk/s400/S3010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7nFl2WLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QJ9-2siq4DE/s1600-h/200707072053000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085333209444931762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7nFl2WLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QJ9-2siq4DE/s400/200707072053000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7nVl2WMI/AAAAAAAAALA/n0jxlN2hU2U/s1600-h/200707080807000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085333213739899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7nVl2WMI/AAAAAAAAALA/n0jxlN2hU2U/s400/200707080807000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;These pictures were taken from the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Munro Family Picnic&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice and sunny. We all had a good time until Heather barfed everywhere. Kids. Anyway...picture #1 Mike and Heather playing in the water park (Katie and bathing suits don't mix). Picture #2 naked chocolate cupcakes waiting to be dressed. Picture #3 chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing and star sprinkles. Woo. They were soo good too. Actually all the food that I made was a hit. I believe that 3 people walked away with my salad recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A note to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gillian&lt;/span&gt;...if you find Bermuda shorts that are extremely cheap...I'm a size 14/16! I finally gave in a cut a pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-8726333617272308335?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8726333617272308335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8726333617272308335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8726333617272308335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8726333617272308335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-pictures-were-taken-from-munro.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK7m1l2WKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_SgG5tcZnhk/s72-c/S3010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7882535500564527102</id><published>2007-07-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:46:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6Ill2WHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQmSBNJzEBo/s1600-h/200707071551000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085331585947293810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6Ill2WHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQmSBNJzEBo/s400/200707071551000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6I1l2WII/AAAAAAAAAKg/O2CCAIL-ybI/s1600-h/200707071552000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085331590242261122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6I1l2WII/AAAAAAAAAKg/O2CCAIL-ybI/s400/200707071552000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6I1l2WJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wHYXEKxU6JE/s1600-h/200707071554000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085331590242261138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6I1l2WJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wHYXEKxU6JE/s400/200707071554000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who needs the Kwik-e-mart?? We didn't! It wasn't that entertaining but we couldn't help going and taking some pictures. Picture #1 is of me and Constable Chief Wiggam; #2 is of the Kwik-e-mart; #3 is Heather, myself, Marge and Comic Book Guy outside the Kwik-e-mart. Very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7882535500564527102?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7882535500564527102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7882535500564527102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7882535500564527102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7882535500564527102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-needs-kwik-e-mart-we-didnt-it-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RpK6Ill2WHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQmSBNJzEBo/s72-c/200707071551000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4886006506163889614</id><published>2007-07-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:17:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling rather, well, shitty right now. Life has been rather stressful and well, shitty over the last couple of months. I can't really disclose any of the gritty details, but trust me, it's been difficult. I really should stop bitching about it and go and try to fix things...believe I've tried, and so far nothing has worked. I can't control my own life anymore and it really really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The three of us went to the 7-11 store disguised as the 'kwik-e-mart' is preparation for the Simpsons movie. It was extreme chaos and to be truthful very underwhelming. All we wanted was to buy Homer's pink donut with sprinkles, Buzz cola and a squishee, but they were all sold out of the first two and the line for a squishee was ridiculous. We did however get pictures of the whole thing, and those will be added later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been baking all day, and preparing for the salad that I have to make tomorrow for the Munro picnic. I'm still waiting on a batch of chocolate cupcakes to finish baking. I will ice them and decorate them tomorrow. Who wants dry gross icing?? Not me. Don't worry dear fans, I will also be adding pictures of my cupcakes soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been looking everywhere for a pair of damned bermuda shorts, but they do not exist this summer. Everything is super short, and not everyone (including me) can wear those without wanting to vomit. If you know of a place where I can get bermuda shorts, please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well the timer is ringing so I must go save the cupcakes. Wish us good luck tonight...Heather's teething and it's making sleep quite hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4886006506163889614?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4886006506163889614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4886006506163889614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4886006506163889614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4886006506163889614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-feeling-rather-well-shitty-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3991496295143620815</id><published>2007-07-06T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:47:32.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Ro7wbll2WGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FiUEKhaQdiI/s1600-h/Heather+and+the+underpants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084265386085865570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Ro7wbll2WGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FiUEKhaQdiI/s400/Heather+and+the+underpants.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now that Heather is ten and a half months she has become rather intrigued by strange and random things...like her father's underpants. Nice Heather, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5942502634716422653-3991496295143620815?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3991496295143620815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3991496295143620815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3991496295143620815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3991496295143620815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-that-heather-is-ten-and-half-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Ro7wbll2WGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FiUEKhaQdiI/s72-c/Heather+and+the+underpants.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7977749546428585665</id><published>2007-07-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:35:10.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is so beautiful and sunny here! I never want it to end!!!! I've been trying to sun tan here and there. I really want a nice tan, but so far it hasn't worked. I want to be 'bronzed' for my wedding day! Heather and I have been going out and enjoying this nice weather. We leave Mike at home to do his 'man' work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I went for coffee with Heather this morning and we ran into a friend of mine, Robyn, who I knew through the textiles program we both did. Anyway, it was nice. She hadn't met Heather before, and we haven't seen each other in over a year so she joined us for coffee and we all had a nice chat. She couldn't get over Heather. Robyn would apologize to me repeatedly because she couldn't focus on the conversations we were having because she was just so drawn to Moo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Speaking of Heather...she's pushing three teeth out right now, so she hasn't been the happiest camper but she's doing alright. She also turns one in a couple of months so I am frantically trying to plan something for her special day, and planning a wedding reception. It's difficult. There are a couple of wicked lantern festivals coming up so we might attend one of them as her birthday party, or I might just invite everyone over to our place for presents and cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So right now Mike is eating (I swear) a steak the equivalent size of half a cow. I however just ate a baja sized bean burrito, so I shouldn't really say anything about portion size. I love Mexican food with all my being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have already received wedding gifts from people. The Bay is a strange place. My aunt and uncle from Ontario bought an amazing quilt that I cannot wait to start using. As you all know I love a good quilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The three of us went over to Mike's parents on Wednesday for dinner and Mike needed a haircut badly. Anyway, we had Chinese food for dinner and Mike's fortune cookie read 'your anxieties are beginning to clear'...I hope so, because I can't handle any more stress these days. I am excited though, on Sunday the Munro's are having a giant picnic. There will be Munro's coming from far and wide...even from Niageria! Actually Mike's little cousin contracted Malaria in Nigeria so they had to postpone their trip and the picnic several times. I am just excited about cooking for it. I am planning on making 'Love Salad' (don't ask, but it's soo good), oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and chocolate cupcakes with star sprinkles. It's going to rock. I am just trying to figure out when I can make all this, and have it not either dry out or spoil. Let's face it, I am going to gain a lot of weight this weekend. Haha oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Well I should get going. Our house (as usual) is messy and it needs to be cleaned horribly. We clean and we clean but nothing ever works. Any suggestions?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7977749546428585665?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7977749546428585665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7977749546428585665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7977749546428585665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7977749546428585665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-so-beautiful-and-sunny-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-310582523568585834</id><published>2007-06-28T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:08:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As embarassing as this is...I am soooo excited that the Spice Girls are getting back together to do another tour!! Iiiyeeeee!!! If they come to Vancouver, or even Seattle, I would definitly go!! I am so happy!! Best thing all week!! Oh, and Heather, my little love, said her first word today "dog". Can you believe it! She was weighed today too. She is 20lbs 14oz and it 74 cm. Isn't that exciting?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think Amanda is coming over tonight, which would do Mike and I some good. Things have been very stressful for us recently, and I can't stop eating. That picture of me in the brown dress may be a thing of the past. I may get back up to a high weight again. Boooo. Also, all I really want is giant burrito. MMmmmmm, burrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-310582523568585834?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/310582523568585834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=310582523568585834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/310582523568585834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/310582523568585834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/exciting.html' title='Exciting!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-748356168978945581</id><published>2007-06-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:31:03.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFRhs3-pP8w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFRhs3-pP8w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-748356168978945581?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/748356168978945581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=748356168978945581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/748356168978945581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/748356168978945581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-it.html' title='I love it!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4603817580767383980</id><published>2007-06-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:52:32.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMiK1l2WEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrWN-ANE90I/s1600-h/S3010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080942374183917634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMiK1l2WEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrWN-ANE90I/s400/S3010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Here is Heather under the gate...stuck...can you tell?? I feel for her, but it also makes me laugh sometimes. She's too ambitious for her own good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-4603817580767383980?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4603817580767383980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4603817580767383980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4603817580767383980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4603817580767383980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/help-me.html' title='Help me!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMiK1l2WEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrWN-ANE90I/s72-c/S3010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2516226696004070493</id><published>2007-06-27T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:50:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather striking a pose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMhdFl2WDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ThYRtuqK8bE/s1600-h/S3010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080941588204902450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMhdFl2WDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ThYRtuqK8bE/s400/S3010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was taken today. She enjoys putting her feet under the gate...and then she gets stuck. She'll be 10 months this Friday. We were all excited when Matt (aka Huggy Bear) and Tess stopped by. Heather instantly fell for Tess, but it took some sweet talk and toy playing for Heather to fall for Matt too. I hope they have children soon, they would make great parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-2516226696004070493?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2516226696004070493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2516226696004070493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2516226696004070493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2516226696004070493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/heather-striking-pose.html' title='Heather striking a pose!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMhdFl2WDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ThYRtuqK8bE/s72-c/S3010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1909023577579085426</id><published>2007-06-27T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:47:40.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big night out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMg7ll2WCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i19D0EEYGXY/s1600-h/S3010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080941012679284770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMg7ll2WCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i19D0EEYGXY/s400/S3010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was taken before we went to Carolina and Brendan's wedding. I think I clean up pretty well...most of the time. The wedding was actually a lot of fun. Very intimate. I drank too much, but still it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-1909023577579085426?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1909023577579085426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1909023577579085426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1909023577579085426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1909023577579085426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-night-out.html' title='The big night out!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RoMg7ll2WCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i19D0EEYGXY/s72-c/S3010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8363375595662240467</id><published>2007-06-22T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:43:41.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Knocked Up"...when art imitates life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Lately I've been battling with insomnia. Getting to sleep is quite difficult, but staying asleep is nearly damn impossible. I think it has something to do with the virus, that or, I'm really stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Amanda and I went (finally) to see "Knocked Up". We both thought there was going to be more laughs but all in all I liked it. Actually, I found myself laughing more often and with greater force than Amanda and I think it's because I got a lot of the jokes/experiences on a more personal level...since I had experienced a lot of them myself (except for the pink eye part...who knew?). It's too bad Mike won't see comedies (or dramas, or horrors, or adventure...the list continues) with me, for I really want to see "Evan Almighty". One thing I did notice about "Knocked Up" is that during the sex scenes I had to look away, almost in a blush! Sure I can watch other movies where boobs and whatnot is flying left, right and center and not give a rats ass, but the second you put Seth Rogen in a sexual innuendo, I blush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Tomorrow is "Meat Fest" at Brannen's work, and yes we are invited...Heather too. I remember last Meat Fest, I met Spage for the first time, and Louis was there. I remember Louis commented on how pregnancy suited me and that it was a good look for me...he made my year (!!) with that comment. Actually both Amanda and I agreed that when Louis gives us a compliment we beam with happiness, but when Brannen or Mike do, we blow them off and call them liars. Amanda and I are crazy. I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. I don't know how much Heather will like sitting under a tent in the rain? For all I know she'd love it. I know Mike is really look forward to it. I think he almost cried with joy when he got the text message. I don't quite understand men and their love for barbecued meats, and I don't know if I ever will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;I like writing blog entries when I can't sleep. It gives me something to show Mike, to prove that when I say that I got up with Heather at 2am and stayed up, I'm not lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Well, I don't really have that much else to write. I know I've mentioned previously that we have a wedding to attend this weekend and I'm not 100% psyched about...even though Gillian gave a good pep-talk. All I can say is that I hope my corset works...meaning...both my boobs and my dress stay up. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8363375595662240467?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8363375595662240467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8363375595662240467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8363375595662240467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8363375595662240467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/knocked-upwhen-movies-mimic-life.html' title='&quot;Knocked Up&quot;...when art imitates life :)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2689892961094129969</id><published>2007-06-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:44:36.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be warned...I'm in a crappy mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rng5_uAa6WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BKD_IwGARyM/s1600-h/CAZI2TZR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077872346704570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rng5_uAa6WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BKD_IwGARyM/s400/CAZI2TZR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heather is the funniest kid around. It's great to see her shake her bum when music comes on...she loves to dance. It suddenly dawned on me today that we haven't been reading to Heather at all. So this morning I sat down and we went through "Richard Scarry's Big Word Book". Was she interested?? Hell no. She's been living off of formula the last couple of days due to her stomach bug. Apparently Pedialyte is crap, and we can give her highly diluted gatorade. I've had enough gatorade over the last week to last me a life time. We'll try giving her some cereal tomorrow and see if that sits well with her. Nothing, and I mean nothing had prepared me for infant explosive diarreah. When all of you have children you will completely understand that statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we have a wedding to attend this weekend. I am pretty much over weddings right now. I don't even want to have one of my own anymore. If I could I would just get married at city hall. I could fight my mother and not have all the wedding festivities, but I feel pressured and we already bought the non-returnable wedding dress. Mike hasn't really put much thought into the wedding, basically he'll just show up. Any mention of it sends us into bickering whirlwind anyway. I know the upcoming wedding will be fun, and I really do like the couple that are getting married, it's just one person there that I can't seem to get past. Damn me and my jealous nature. I'll feel completely vulnerable and unattractive the whole night. Well I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Damn it, now I'm in a shitty mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2689892961094129969?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2689892961094129969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2689892961094129969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2689892961094129969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2689892961094129969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-warnedim-in-crappy-mood.html' title='be warned...I&apos;m in a crappy mood'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rng5_uAa6WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BKD_IwGARyM/s72-c/CAZI2TZR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-487213612011172613</id><published>2007-06-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:09:26.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach virus #2 and #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So the past week has not been easy for the three of us. First Mike was in the hospital with this horrid stomach virus, then it put me in the hospital two days later. However, the virus isn't quite done with me yet. Anyway, while I was at LGH they gave me morphine which now I have learned I am quite allergic to. It wasn't pretty. I could've died. Poor Mike didn't know what to while I was screaming bloody murder at him, the nurses and the doctor. I was in so much pain. Well after all that I made it home alright. Now Heather is starting to get the tell tale signs of the virus, so we're taking her in to see her doctor. I hope we get to the end of all of this soon, I am tired of having my head buried in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As you can imagine Mike didn't have the most extravagent father's day. I promise we'll do it better next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I need to call the doctor and go to bed. Woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-487213612011172613?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/487213612011172613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=487213612011172613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/487213612011172613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/487213612011172613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/stomach-virus-2-and-3.html' title='stomach virus #2 and #3'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4323327755096966976</id><published>2007-06-14T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:06:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Pictures of Heather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970199409381&amp;amp;site=widget-e5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970199409381&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p1/360287970199409381/bb_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970199409381&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p2/360287970199409381/bb_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-4323327755096966976?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4323327755096966976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4323327755096966976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4323327755096966976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4323327755096966976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/forgotten-pictures-of-heather.html' title='Forgotten Pictures of Heather'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2490106728763534676</id><published>2007-06-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:24:34.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my incredibly ill hubbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past four days have been rather difficult for us. Mike has been in the hospital for the past two nights with severe food poisoning which may have turned into a serious virus. He's doing a lot better, but still feeling quite sick. He was suffering from horrible dehydration so they put him on an IV drip, and they also put him on a strong anti nausea medication which seemed to help yesterday, but by last night he was ready to go back to the hospital. He can't eat anything or drink anything. Since we aren't 100% sure what is wrong we sent Heather to stay with Grandma and Grandpa Munro. Also, it was becoming too stressful to have to worry about Heather if Mike needed to go to the hospital. He's finally sleeping now...neither of us have had a lot of sleep. The poor guy, it got the point where he was telling me that he loved me, because he literally felt like he was going to die. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had been planning on making our wedding invitations over the last couple of nights but alas that didn't happen. So since Moo is away I am going to plop myself in front the tv and watch some movies and make invitations while I look after Mike. I just realized that the Transformers movie comes out soon...sweeeeeeet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So wedding planning has started to come together. I still have to go check out the actual wedding spot, call the restaurant and finalize everything, call the marriage commissioner and finalize everything, figure out transportation, get our marriage license...you know, that doesn't sound all together does it?? At least my wedding dress is now in my possession and no longer in Washington! God I love that dress. I should probably get started on those invitations, shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heather is now 9.5 months. She is so amazing, and such a wonderful baby. I can tell she's going to be into music or dance when she gets older. She is starting to walk with assistance, and she is going from tables, to chairs to the floor with ease. She can even get herself off the futon with some help. I can't believe she'll be one year at the end of August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;August is such an exciting month actually. Trenna (Mike's sister) and her Ozzie beau, Mal, are getting married on the 25th, Heather's one year birthday is on the 29th, and Mike and I are getting married the 31st. Too much excitement, can hardly contain myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I am going to go now and get started on those invitations, make myself some popcorn and hope I don't get sick too. I hope everyone is doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheerio, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2490106728763534676?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2490106728763534676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2490106728763534676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2490106728763534676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2490106728763534676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-incredibly-ill-hubbo.html' title='my incredibly ill hubbo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5036650302701602716</id><published>2007-06-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:37:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no smiles in dreary town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know if it's the dreary weather, or the fact that life is difficult at times, but lately things have not been so cheery for us. I'd get into great details, but I wouldn't want to bore you. Since I am someone who is deeply effected by the weather, I just find it hard to smile when it's raining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We said good bye to Kieran and Jay last night, as they are setting off this morning for their great cross Canada biking expedition. It'll be so grueling for them, but like anything, the more you do it, the easier it gets...except for threading a loom, that will ALWAYS be a challenge for me. I just hope they make it back by September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I leave early Monday morning for the US to pick up my wedding dress. I am not looking forward to it though, 2 hours alone with my mum trapped in a car will not end well. I don't know why mother's always throw in their two cents, when it is not warranted nor needed. Also, I am pretty confident in the idea that I have gained weight, and will not fit into my dress. I am sort of at the point where I just want to throw the towel in and screw all the wedding festivities and elope with Mike somewhere. The wedding isn't for us at this point anymore, it's for everyone else, more so, my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just read that the Spice Girls may be reuniting and going on tour. I will admit this (and I know I will get much flack for this later) but I would seriously pay money to see them, and when I read that, I became a little bit excited. Heather enjoys their music too...excuses, excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well Mike and I are off to go get our Moo. She stayed with Mike's parents last night so that we could go to Kieran's party unteathered to our child. I miss her though, and wish Mike would hurry up in the shower, dear god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope everyone else is doing well, and that it's bright and sunny where you are...you lucky bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5036650302701602716?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5036650302701602716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5036650302701602716' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5036650302701602716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5036650302701602716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-smiles-in-dreary-town.html' title='no smiles in dreary town'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3518657236040647195</id><published>2007-06-04T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:35:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!! (it's been awhile)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970198841939&amp;amp;site=widget-53.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=360287970198841939&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p1/360287970198841939/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=33&amp;amp;id=360287970198841939&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p2/360287970198841939/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-3518657236040647195?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3518657236040647195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3518657236040647195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3518657236040647195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3518657236040647195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/cupcakes-its-been-awhile.html' title='Cupcakes!! (it&apos;s been awhile)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1116832930389947860</id><published>2007-06-04T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:24:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a feeling that this post may take a long time to write since I have a Heather on the loose. We are finally back at home. THANK GOD! Both Mike and I have agreed that we are never looking after my mum's house or her cats again. She can find someone that doesn't have a lot of prior commitments or responsibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Heather is teething again. She has two more coming at the same time, well actually there are four coming, but two haven't shown themselves yet. She is also now sitting by herself, and going from sitting to standing to crawling (not necessarily in that order). She continues to amaze us. I don't know if all of you know this, but Heather has the most beautiful smile, and the greatest sense of humor! Dear god she cracks us up. She is also saying "mama" and "dada" while acknowledging what they mean. Right now she is sitting on her bum eating her books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a lot has been happening. Mike registered for university, and even though he denies it, he's quite excited. He'll most likely apply for a job at the WCB for over the summer. We are also planning on moving out to Langley hopefully before August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We've also been doing a lot of hiking and trails lately. We did the Grouse Grind last week. It was my first time. Yes I swore at Mike the whole way and thought I was going to die, but we did it in 2 hours and 20 minutes. Hey, my dad said it would take me about 4 hours...so I showed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We spent a lot of time with Adam and Sara over the last week. It was nice to see some friends that we don't see very often...granted we don't see a lot of people that often. Brannen and Amanda came over as well and watched me dye my hair...Brannen was intrigued, but scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Our friend Louis is engaged too! As soon as Mark said that Lou had some big news, I knew right away what it was. I can only hope they get married in Vancouver, but I don't think that's going to happen. Also, we would all like to meet Dan. Also, selfishly, we want Lou at our wedding too. So out of Mike's friends, Dave, is the last one, oh, and Jen too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, Heather is getting restless so I should go. We are completely out of food, so I need to go shopping. Go away rain, I enjoyed the few weeks of blistering heat!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1116832930389947860?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1116832930389947860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1116832930389947860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1116832930389947860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1116832930389947860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4139082224663781877</id><published>2007-05-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:51:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am living in one giant kitty litter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The three of us are at my mothers house now. So far things haven't been going to smoothly, thanks to the cats and their inability to keep certain things in a kitty litter. There was a lot of horror when I stepped in cat feces the first night, then found it in the hallway the second night, Jay stepped in some that was hidden under the table, and then to top it all of Miles (the male cat) vomited all over the floor in front of Jay and Lisa. I am pretty sure that Jay and Lisa will not be returning for another dinner at the Sherman/Munro residence. However, they seem to be doing better today, and we've decided not to rush them to emergency, where we would be spending at least $300 per cat (money that we don't have). So, I'll be taking them to their vet on Tuesday when it reopens after the long weekend. To my mothers great dismay...we are never looking after these cats again. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On a different note, I finally got my blood taken to check my thyroid again, because the previous tests showed that it was abnormal. My liver tests came back negative, and even though my liver feels strange, they say I'm ok. I'll hopefully find out my results this Thursday. I would like to know why I am always cold, no matter how many layers I put on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mike's parents are over for dinner. We just ate too much BBQ. I should get back to socializing. I hope everyone is doing well, and please pray for me that I don't find cat shit in our bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4139082224663781877?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4139082224663781877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4139082224663781877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4139082224663781877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4139082224663781877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-living-in-one-giant-kitty-litter.html' title='I am living in one giant kitty litter'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2849370792733683826</id><published>2007-05-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:02:54.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt and Tess's wedding weekend (our trip to Victoria)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970197645868&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970197645868&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p1/360287970197645868/bb_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970197645868&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p2/360287970197645868/bb_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well my birthday came and went. On Monday I turned 26 years old. Although the age difference didn't really change anything, I feel extremely old. I blame that more on parenthood and married life ;).&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday May 10th, Mike and I dropped Moo off at the Munro's and headed for the Tsawwassen ferry terminal. We luckily caught the 10am. We arrived at Trenna and Mal's place later that morning after having some lunch and picking up Mike's tuxedo. Thursday was really the only day that Mike and I were able to spend together. We walked around and I did some shopping, and we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory. We also managed to go see the Titanic Exhibit at the Natural History Museum. The exhibit was alright, but I did enjoy the rest of the Museum. I hadn't seen it in a very long time, more than 10 years. We later ended up at Darcy's Pub where we drank and I ate an amazing pineapple/carrot cake with cream cheese icing. We came home late and sat up talking to Mal waiting for Trenna to come home from work. Friday May 11th, we met up with the boys for breakfast, Sarah and Trenna were there too. I have never seen so much food in my life. Matt left to do his groom duties, and so Trenna, Sarah, Adam, Kieran, Mike and myself went on to face the day. We ended up at the Wax Museum which was interesting, but not as impressive as I thought it once was. After, Mike and Kieran went to pick up Jay; Sarah and Adam went to walk Otter and Trenna and I went walking...a lot of walking. We went to the Bug Zoo and I was horrified. We also just walked allover downtown and I went shopping. Spent a little too much money. Oh well. At this time Mike was at a wedding rehersal. We met up after and headed to Milestone's for the rehersal dinner. We sat with Brannen, Amanda, Spage, Adam and Sarah. I think we all pretty much drank from Bellini fish bowls, and were all frozen for the rest of the night. That night we hung out with Trenna and Mal again. Saturday May 12th, Trenna, Mike and I all met up with their aunt Bev at the Cook St. Village Starbucks. After coffee Bev drove us around her old neighborhood and along the water. It's so beautiful there! With every day I spent there the more I want to move! Mike and I parted ways and he went off to get ready for the wedding and to relax with Matt, I went back the Trenna's and got ready. The wedding was beautiful. It took place at St. Anne's Academy. Matt looked handsome, and Tess looked beautiful. The reception was awesome. We all drank and ate...some dancing too. This time I elbowed Kieran in the face. Oh, how the tables have turned. After the reception Kieran, Jay, Mike and I went to the Sticky Wicket for more drinks. Jay and I ended up on the dance floor, which was the scariest place to be. I think we were the youngest women there. It was horrifying. Haha. Sunday May 13th (Mother's Day) Mike and I didn't get much sleep, and I felt like death but we got dressed and headed over to the community centre for a wedding related brunch. After eating and drinking I needed to go home. Mike and I slept for a couple of hours. Trenna and I walked downtown again and then when we got back we all left for the ferry's. Since we took the later ferry because Trenna and Mal came with us, we ended up staying at Mike's parents place that night. Monday May 14th (my birthday), we woke up at 6am, and I got to hug Moo, who I missed soo much!! I didn't get to see her at all Mother's Day. So the three of us left very early, because we had a 9:30am appointment. So my birthday was spent in transit, and the later in bed because I was so tired!! I later made myself some delicious stirfry and watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Heather is going crazy and the cheerios aren't entertaining her anymore! I have a cake, chili and cornmeal muffins to make. Tonight I'm celebrating my birthday with my family! Starting this Friday, the three of us will be house sitting for my mum. Woo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2849370792733683826?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2849370792733683826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2849370792733683826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2849370792733683826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2849370792733683826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/05/matt-and-tesss-wedding-weekend-our-trip.html' title='Matt and Tess&apos;s wedding weekend (our trip to Victoria)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3874233216789409372</id><published>2007-05-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:31:46.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Sherman/Munro family update</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060884051092164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RjvfOxLJ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jJI3SGp3k-0/s320/200705031209001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is Heather, our 8 month old climber! She pulls herself up on everything! Soon she'll be able to walk up stairs. She's also started to eat cheerios now, most of them end up on the floor or down her pants (got me there). Yes, Mike and I have been busy baby proofing and cleaning the whole apartment. Still, with all the proofing there have been a couple of bumps and bruises. We all swear that she'll be standing and possibly walking before a year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My birthday is coming up soon. Mike actually gave me my birthday present early...a very cool gold owl pendant that I've been eyeing for more than 5 months! I wonder what Heather is going to get me for my birthday...and hey, mother's day! Mike and I will be coming back from Huggy Bear's wedding that day (it's in Victoria), but I am making sure to spend some part of the day with my little girl and my mum. I am actually excited about heading to Victoria. I haven't been there in a very long time, and also Mike and I haven't spent a little vacation together, well never. We went to Mission for Adam's wedding, but that was one night. This is different.&lt;br /&gt;I've never made a cheesecake in my life, but for my birthday I've decided to make a cookies and cream cheesecake for everyone (I can't eat it, that's part of the reason I made it, I don't need the calories). I'm excited to see all my friends tomorrow too, if not for a reason like a birthday party, I wouldn't see anyone (don't even get me started). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mike and I have been doing a lot of searching within ourselves, and we've figured out what are future plans are. Mike is going to go back to school, which I think is a great idea. I think he may get his business degree and then become a GCA. I think that I may go to school and become a Doula. I loved the whole pregnancy experience (I was advised by my doctor not to have anymore) and I would love to help other women enjoy it as well. I may go to UBC for Midwifery, but it's expensive and my grades are not the greatest. We would of course work part time, and there is a lot of family waiting to look after Heather during the day. I won't be able to attend school for another year, which is ok. I may get a very part time (I'm talking 2 days a week) job this summer, just to bring in some extra cash, and also just to have some Katie time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our wedding plans have gotten more insane recently. So Mike and I are getting married August 31 with just our immediate family (15 people). September 1 my mother invited 3 of my family members from Ontario to come out, so we're having a Sherman family reception (Mike's parents and siblings will come too). **New plan** September 2, Mike's uncle Dennis, is having a Munro/Perry reception, which is not only for Mike and I, but for Trenna and Mal (I hope I can write that). September 14 Mike and I hold our friend's reception, which is strictly for friends and our siblings. I am wearing my wedding dress to all, except for the Munro/Perry which is more of a pool side event. Anyway, Mike and I find it funny that all these parties are happening, when all we wanted was a small wedding with no receptions (except for our friends). Keeping it simple and small turned into four seperate large parties. My mother started it all...she just doesn't listen. Oh well, I guess mustn't grumble that's the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, Heather is crawling around, and Mike just installed a new toilet seat. THANK GOD!!! I have a lot of cleaning to do for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060896480727519330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RjvqiRLJ0GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7VfNH-tsWEI/s200/200705041913000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;**The nicest picture of me ever taken with my darn phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3874233216789409372?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3874233216789409372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3874233216789409372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3874233216789409372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3874233216789409372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/05/shermanmunro-family-update.html' title='a Sherman/Munro family update'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RjvfOxLJ0EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jJI3SGp3k-0/s72-c/200705031209001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1866577941659849946</id><published>2007-04-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:52:01.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my wedding dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So it's been a couple of days since I last wrote. A lot to cool things have happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well yesterday, I went for a shopping trip with my mum and her friend Brenda to Bellingham. I bought lots of sweet shirts, a dress and even a pair of shoes. The greatest thing I bought was my wedding dress!! It is the most amazing dress ever! I was really surprised that I would pick something to elegant (I'm not what you would call an elegant person...I prefer to think of myself as a reggamuffin). I also bought all the undergarments, jewellery and even a head piece while we were there. Mike has seen it, but I'm keeping it a secret to everyone else (a little backwards, I know). It just made the wedding seem more real now...I'm excited. I hope Mike likes it, because I feel like a princess in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now we're starting to plan our trip to Victoria for Matt's wedding. I think we're leaving the thursday and coming back on the sunday. FOUR DAYS WITHOUT MY BABY! I can handle one day, possibly two, but four??? This could get ugly. I'm excited though, I haven't been to Victoria in years. Also, we're staying with Trenna and Mel while we're there which should be fun. It's my birthday present from my mum...nice present hunh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've also been planning my birthday, and finally figured out what we're doing. Dinner and then back to our place for some cake and coffee. I don't know if I am going to make the cake or not. I want something amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heather is now saying "mama" all the time. She has NO idea what it means, but it makes my heart melt! She even says it to Mike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike and I are having a date tomorrow night...it's been a long time coming! Just the two of us, going for a nice dinner. I was given a gift certificate for Earl's, so I think we're going there. I surprised him with the plan this morning, and he seemed happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I've got a very curious Moo here, and she's wandering away from me. I should run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1866577941659849946?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1866577941659849946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1866577941659849946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1866577941659849946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1866577941659849946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-found-my-wedding-dress.html' title='I found my wedding dress!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6342248576211245693</id><published>2007-04-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:20:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Finally, a beautiful day in Vancouver! The sun is shining and for once you don't need a jacket. Mike and Heather are just relaxing together while watching "Arthur". We've been cleaning like crazy today because we're finally having Carolina and Brendan over for coffee. They have yet to see the place, and thankfully it's before we start having to completely baby proof the place. Speaking of baby, Heather is so absolutely brilliant! She is already crawling, and her second tooth has come through, now she can pull herself up to her feet AND she has figured out how to crawl through all the barriers we've put up. That kid amazes me everyday! Also, she's quite esthetically pleasing too ;). Her hair is also getting longer and blonder. I wish my hair was getting longer and blonder.&lt;br /&gt;So today I found out that my two dear friends, Lisa and Julie, are putting together a stagette for me. No nothing too risque, just a luncheon type get together. I didn't want strippers or anything like that. I feel that now I am a mother, it just doesn't seem right to be watching some random guy or girl throwing their junk in my face and gyrating. You know? I have a husband to do that. Ha ha. Went a little to far??&lt;br /&gt;My dad comes to visit soon. I am excited to see him, we haven't seen each other a lot this year. He won't be able to make it to my birthday, so he's coming sooner. Also, I've decided to start talking to my estranged brother, Darren again. I got to see what his home wrecking Jezebel looks like too...okay, that may have been a low blow, but the two of them deserve a little bashing. Anyway, he hasn't shown any interest in his niece which also rubbed me the wrong way, but oh well, I'm trying to forgive people these days. Forgiving, it's part of me growing as a person. If only I could get past the hatred, and forgive Chris. I guess that time will come eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making some delicious carrots for Moo's dinner. I haven't given them to her since the first day. So it should be interesting, she'll most likely spit them out and give me stink eye. It's true. Well, I should get going. Also, I need to eat before our guests arrive. Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6342248576211245693?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6342248576211245693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6342248576211245693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6342248576211245693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6342248576211245693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2994309015618668291</id><published>2007-04-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:57:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake info...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiJ1rUSPEAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYwtpHldIUw/s1600-h/rainbow+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053731118903136258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiJ1rUSPEAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYwtpHldIUw/s200/rainbow+cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just read that there is this new vegan cupcake recipe book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Do you know what amazing cupcakes I could make wit this book??? I want this book with a vengeance! Mike bought a cupcake cookbook for me as a birthday present (I don't get to use it yet) which I am so excited about. I can't wait to start baking up a storm. Too bad I can't eat any of it :(. Oh well, it's always more fun to cook for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2994309015618668291?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2994309015618668291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2994309015618668291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2994309015618668291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2994309015618668291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/cupcake-info.html' title='Cupcake info...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiJ1rUSPEAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYwtpHldIUw/s72-c/rainbow+cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6972964778811114137</id><published>2007-04-13T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:11:57.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiBGAkSPD_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/U66QpAzvxaE/s1600-h/katieandmootwins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115757463801842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiBGAkSPD_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/U66QpAzvxaE/s400/katieandmootwins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;As you can see, the poor lass looks like her mother. That's me at one year (on the left) and Heather at around 6 months (on the right). Not the greatest pictures to compare, but I still think it's uncanny how similar we look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6972964778811114137?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6972964778811114137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6972964778811114137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6972964778811114137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6972964778811114137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/moo-and-i.html' title='Moo and I'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RiBGAkSPD_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/U66QpAzvxaE/s72-c/katieandmootwins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6911222885235035469</id><published>2007-04-13T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:05:06.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a personal note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been awhile, and I bet you all have missed me (us). Well we've had an interesting couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heather had her first hospital emergency visit. I know I know. She fell of the futon and supposedly landed on her head (neither Mike nor I were watching). After hearing a loud "thud" and a lot of crying, I gave Heather a bottle and she just passed out, which gave Mike and I heart attacks so we called the BC Nurses hotline. The telephone nurse told me to either call 911 or take Heather to emergency ourselves, because the kid wouldn't wake up. The second we got there Heather was awake smiling and "talking" to everyone. The doctor must have thought we were crazy, but that's okay, better safe then sorry. So, our little Moogsio is okay, just a little shook up. You'd think she would be afraid to be on the futon, but everytime she's on there she wants to hurl herself off. Babies, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, a dear friend of mine came out to her friends and family about a serious drug problem, so I took this opportunity to come clean about my serious drug problem...well not exactly, I have an eating disorder. As you all can see it isn't annorexia, however that's what I dealt with before I became pregnant. Anyway, I've been dealing with eating issues my whole life and it's come down to this. I'm seeing a counsellor next week, so we'll see how it goes. I just really don't like my body, and I don't know how to change it without drastic actions. I lost 100lbs to annorexia. Don't get me wrong I was soo happy while pregnant and I love what I produced (Moo) and I would give my waist line for that kid anytime! I think that my surgery will really help my self esteem, and it will give me some assentive to do something about my body. So there you go, a little bit of personal stuff for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heather is now crawling around our apartment like crazy! It's hilarious! She loves to pull out all of her books from the shelf, and lick our wood chairs (if you can explain this, please contact me...haha). She is also sitting up by herself! Mike and I took Heather downtown for the first time on the seabus. I think she enjoyed it, but the funniest thing happened...she started making this weird monster face (she would go "grrr" and put her hands up to her face) and she would do it repeatedly with Mike. Soo funny and cute. She also really enjoys treating her parents legs like trampolines. Oh and she had a nap in her crib that lasted longer than 30 minutes!! Trust me, it's a huge feat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a family we've been going through a bit of a tough time, but we're working through it. I mean, having a baby so early in a relationship is going to bring up some issues. You know?? Everyone knew it, but we didn't listen. Anyway, we love one another, and wouldn't have it any otherway. Also, we love Heather so much, and I cannot even remember what my life was like before her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, there you go. A lot of personal work ahead of us. We'll get through it, we always do. I'm just happy to have everyone's support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6911222885235035469?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6911222885235035469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6911222885235035469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6911222885235035469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6911222885235035469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-personal-note.html' title='On a personal note...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5717995107667466218</id><published>2007-04-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:16:34.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhPpt5xrW7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/8jVOk7rluJA/s1600-h/poop+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049636582025026482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhPpt5xrW7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/8jVOk7rluJA/s320/poop+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I did this small painting yesterday. Like the other one I did, this is no larger than a postcard. Thank you Gillian for all the support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a side note, we went to Granville Island yesterday. I ate my first falafel which was delicious. Heather touched grass and smelled a cherry blossom for the first time. It is so amazing seeing someone experience something, like touching grass, for the first time. I can't wait for when she tries Indian food for the first time, that'll be a picture worthy experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5717995107667466218?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5717995107667466218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5717995107667466218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5717995107667466218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5717995107667466218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/lot-of-firsts.html' title='A lot of firsts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhPpt5xrW7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/8jVOk7rluJA/s72-c/poop+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3462441991762430371</id><published>2007-04-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:55:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes and mexican food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think pretty soon I am going to make a treck down to &lt;em&gt;cupcakes&lt;/em&gt; on Denman. I noticed that I write a lot about cupcakes, and have a lot of pictures of cupcakes posted on here, but none of me either making them or possibly eating one. I have been jonesing for one though, so if any of you want to come on a cupcake adventure with me let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We just had Michael and Jordan over for some mexican food. I make a pretty good taco apparently. Not like it's hard, everything comes straight out of a box. I really like having people over. It also gives me the motivation to clean the apartment. I had been meaning to vaccum the carpet lately, because as you know Heather can now crawl, and I don't want her sticking her tongue on our gross floor. She was crawling everywhere today, and she also realized that she can bang on our doors and they will make a loud sound. She's so funny. Also, I think she really enjoys corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So my mother has okayed my surgery. I think I will schedule it for October. I may miss Halloween which will suck, but I just want it over with. It's been a long time coming. Mike and my mum will have to take some time off too, because I won't be able to look after Heather for awhile. All I know is that Heather is going as a lady bug this Halloween if it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike and I are going to a hockey game this Thursday. I haven't been to a game at all this season. I think it's Vancouver vs Colorado, which should be a good game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I should run. Heather has passed out on the futon...again. She just won't fall asleep in her crib. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049045367631811394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhHQAsiGk0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/z08dn2B1ch8/s200/one+love+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3462441991762430371?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3462441991762430371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3462441991762430371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3462441991762430371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3462441991762430371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/cupcakes-and-mexican-food.html' title='cupcakes and mexican food'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhHQAsiGk0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/z08dn2B1ch8/s72-c/one+love+cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2016130667762479615</id><published>2007-04-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:33:59.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a wee bit of paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhCHAciGkzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lL22pkB1ixw/s1600-h/poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048683624011305778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhCHAciGkzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lL22pkB1ixw/s400/poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've started painting again...mainly on little blocks of wood no larger than a post card. I painted this one while watching "Spaceballs". The next painting will be of the downtown lights at night from our balcony. I know I am not a great painter, but at least it fills me with some sense of accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-2016130667762479615?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2016130667762479615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2016130667762479615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2016130667762479615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2016130667762479615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/wee-bit-of-paint.html' title='a wee bit of paint'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RhCHAciGkzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lL22pkB1ixw/s72-c/poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7545484914320562707</id><published>2007-04-01T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:51:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick, can't sleep and a little bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rg-NHciGkyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O3gIytj059A/s1600-h/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048408866363446050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="261" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rg-NHciGkyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O3gIytj059A/s320/heather.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;So as you can see it is 3:10am, and I can't sleep. I went to bed at 10pm and woke four hours later. Both Mike and I have been stressed due to Heather being sick again. Babies, I tell you--if it's not one thing, it's another. Also, both of us have been complaining about sore throats and runny noses. The more I think about it, getting a flu shot seems like a good idea. I just feel terrible for Moo though. First teething, then stomach issues that coincide with starting solid foods, allergic reaction to peaches (skin rash) and now a really bad cough with a runny nose. We've been keeping her cold air vaporizer on all night, and sometimes it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Wednesday, Heather and I made a treck out to see Amanda. We chatted for some hours and then rented "The Pursuit of Happyness" which was alright, and not as pro-America as I originally thought it would be. Heather slept the entire time...in my arms however, so any thought of taking a bathroom break was out of the question. Then we met Mike and had dinner at Pepitas, which was good. Another customer ranted and raved about how good Moo was during the entire meal...it's nice to have some acknowledgement about Moo...she is a pretty amazing girl. After dinner we walked for quite some time. By the end of our excursion all of us were feeling the Mexican food and so we parted with Amanda and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Thursday night was Mike's grandma, Thelma, 83rd birthday. About 20 family members all went to the Cannery for dinner. It was nice to see everyone, and most of them hadn't seen Heather since Christmas. I enjoyed myself until it came to ordering. Everything was either seafood or meat wrapped in dairy (don't ask), so they made me a salad with chicken on it. The salad arrived with out dressing. Since I felt like such a burden inregards to my allergies, I just ate the damned salad and kept my mouth shut. The coffee was nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I spent the greater part of yesterday in Old Navy. Lisa needed more clothes, and since I love Old Navy and always spend a fortune there (even when I can't afford it) I accepted her invitation. I was able to find a pair of jeans which in itself is a miracle...I have pant issues. I've been actually quite horrible with shopping recently. I think I am hiding behind my debit card and not dealing with the bigger issues. I am however, starting to think up a birthday wish list...I know, I've got six weeks. Anyway, I walked a way with a pair of jeans, a dress, flip flops, bikini top (for under dresses...me in a bathing suit...never...even when I was pregnant and could have gotten away with a giant belly and a fat ass I wouldn't wear a bathing suit), a cotton hoodie, pants for Moo and shorts for Mike. Actually Mike is the one that needs new clothes...desperately needs new clothes. At least he has suit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I don't think I'll be doing anything for my birthday this year. I will most likely be in Victoria still, due to Matt's wedding. The wedding is on the 12th, and my birthday is on the 14th. I am thinking though, that I might like to be here to celebrate mother's day with Moo, since it'll be my first. I think we'll be staying with Trenna and Mal, so we'll see how long we can push their welcome. All I know is that I want a new carrier for Moo, one that I can put her in when I go on hikes because there is no way I am pushing her in a stroller through uphill rocky trails. Something sturdy and that will feel comfortable on my back. I also want this gold owl pendant that I saw while shopping. I keep hinting to Mike, and hey, it could be from both Mike and Heather. Other than that, it's fair game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Today we met my mum for our usual saturday morning breakfast. I normally don't eat breakfast, but for some reason I thought I would get scrambled eggs...now I remember why I don't eat breakfast. Then we spent the rest of the day relaxing and doing some serious cleaning. It was like our bedroom blew up. Also, Heather is crawling now, so we have got to start baby proofing everything! She started crawling without any warning. Tomorrow, we're celebrating Easter early, and since it's Heather's first Easter my mum is making a complete turkey dinner. That kid is soo spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Well, I shall quit boring you. I really feel like painting right now, but all my supplies are in Moo's room, and I think that maybe I should try to get back to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**The picture is Heather's passport picture. My mum laughed and laughed saying that she looked like a terrorist...yeah, ok mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7545484914320562707?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7545484914320562707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7545484914320562707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7545484914320562707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7545484914320562707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sick-cant-sleep-and-little-bored.html' title='I&apos;m sick, can&apos;t sleep and a little bored...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rg-NHciGkyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O3gIytj059A/s72-c/heather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7956501709237117613</id><published>2007-03-27T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:59:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our Mission adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mike and I had a very interesting weekend. It was of course, Adam and Sarah's wedding--which was very nice and a lot of good times. Keiran stayed with us on the Friday, and then we left for the wedding early Saturday morning. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I arrived at the banquet hall. Keiran, Mike, Adam and his family were all banding together to hang and construct this extremely interesting "chandelier" that Adam had created. When it was done though, it was actually beautiful (me being the scatter brained nut that I am didn't bring a camera to the event) and everything seemed to come together nicely. Sarah's wedding dress is my dream dress, and my plan is to break into their house and steal it...and possibly Otter...I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was also a nice (but short) vacation for Mike and I. Heather stayed at my mum's Friday and Saturday night, which was nice. I had Friday night to myself. I watched some movies, put my hair in pin curls, danced to Lily Allen and ate some Manchu Wok (which I later regretted...as usual). My hair looked nice when I left my house, but by the time the wedding had started I looked like crap. Brannen has the pictures to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So we are back now, and getting into our same old routines (which to some degree, are not good routines). Heather (I think) has a cold or allergies right now. She hasn't been sleeping that well the last couple of days, and she is extremely cranky. We don't really have plans for the rest of the week. The three of us are going for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate our 18 month anniversary. Then I believe I may have plans with different people the rest of the week. It's nice to be home, and thank god the last two days have been nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I am off to make butter chicken, without the chicken. Should be interesting. Maybe I'll take a picture of it and copy Louis...no, that would just be embarrassing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I missed Heather so much, that the minute I stepped into my mum's house and saw her I started crying. I'm such a softy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7956501709237117613?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7956501709237117613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7956501709237117613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7956501709237117613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7956501709237117613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-mission-adventure_27.html' title='our Mission adventure'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8841319988502539093</id><published>2007-03-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:26:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a great day...the cherry blossoms are blooming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCwD2pgrTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Jx1r7xP4igs/s1600-h/S3010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044225162910674226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCwD2pgrTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Jx1r7xP4igs/s400/S3010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here is Heather decked out in all green with her green balloon for St. Patrick's Day. Not only was it her first St. Patrick's Day, but it was also the first time she's ever come in contact with a balloon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044225661126880578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCwg2pgrUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BNcafoBFM5Q/s400/S3010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...needless to say, she loved it. She wouldn't stop trying to bite it and burst it. She's our little Scottish/Irish baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044226313961909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCxG2pgrVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FDNaJRSD5ho/s400/S3010088.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heather and I spent most of the day together. She woke me up at 630am, and we fell asleep on the couch. At about 9am, she ate squash for the first time...big surprise, she didn't like it. Then we walked to Capilano Mall. We shopped, ate lunch and walked back. The sun was out, but it was still chilly. The wind was blowing rather harshly, and it was a freezing wind. Even Mike said it was cold, and he's constantly complaining that it's too hot. The whole excursion took about three hours. She is soo good in public too. Many elderly ladies came up to us and complemented me on having a beautiful baby boy (she can be wearing all pink and still they think she's a boy). On the way back the sun was right on top of us, and it was so nice...I even took the long way home so that we could walk underneath the cherry blossoms. It was a perfect day. We haven't had one of those in a long time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044228233812290930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCy2mpgrXI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g_k2qcYi3Bs/s400/S3010079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a funny, but cute picture of Mike and I. I don't post a lot of pictures of us together. We went for a walk after dinner with Heather, and we had a great time. The sun was just setting. It couldn't have been more beautiful...the wind, the sunset and my two loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8841319988502539093?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8841319988502539093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8841319988502539093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8841319988502539093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8841319988502539093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-great-daythe-cherry-blossoms-are.html' title='It was a great day...the cherry blossoms are blooming!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RgCwD2pgrTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Jx1r7xP4igs/s72-c/S3010071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2008968927597659437</id><published>2007-03-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:06:42.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patsy on a billboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfwtMPNuVaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l9CgPwojEuI/s1600-h/patsy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042955371013887394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfwtMPNuVaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l9CgPwojEuI/s400/patsy_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is a billboard in downtown Toronto. The billboard has a picture of my brother's friend (ex girlfriend) Patsy on it. I've known Patsy for 14 years! I just think it's hilarious! I'm just proud to have a friend on an billboard that isn't advertising safe sex or VD (I'm looking at you Eric).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2008968927597659437?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2008968927597659437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2008968927597659437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2008968927597659437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2008968927597659437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/patsy-on-billboard.html' title='Patsy on a billboard'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfwtMPNuVaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l9CgPwojEuI/s72-c/patsy_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-470213083637533094</id><published>2007-03-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:33:32.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Aquarium Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970194659562&amp;amp;site=widget-ea.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194659562&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/p1/360287970194659562/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970194659562&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ea.slide.com/p2/360287970194659562/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-470213083637533094?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/470213083637533094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=470213083637533094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/470213083637533094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/470213083637533094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-aquarium-adventure.html' title='Our Aquarium Adventure'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-573391447845210381</id><published>2007-03-12T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:42:55.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once I will agree with my mother, Heather is going to die of heat during the coming summer in this apartment. It gets so hot! I guess that's what we get for having an apartment that is almost completely windows and faces south east, directly at the blazing morning sun. I shouldn't complain that much...at least it's a nice day today! Everyone has been complaining about the rain over the last couple of weeks (myself included), it has been miserable but now because of the excess rain and melting snow from the mountains, the north shore is seeing some serious flooding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heather is sleeping with one eye open...no she's not gripping her pillow tight (that's for all you Metallica fans out there). It creeps me out when she does it, she's so pale too and her mouth is slightly open. She looks ghostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum came this morning to look after Heather, while Mike and I headed to LGH to get my tests done. It wasn't horrible at all, and I surprisingly finished before 4 hours. It all depends on your metabolism; I was worried we'd be there all day. In the last xray they didn't see anything, which is good I suppose. I was hoping they would find something (nothing too serious, just something) so that they could cure it, and I could start feeling better! When you've had an unsolved medical issue for longer than 15 years, that puts a huge burden on your life, you sort of want to get things sorted out and be able to move on. I'm still having pain in my c-section incision scar. I hope that it'll go away by itself, because there is nothing anyone can do. Oh listen to me, complain complain complain. I'm so self loathing all the time. How does Mike live with me? Oh for those who care, the barium wasn't quite as disgusting as the stuff I had in Halifax. I could actually drink a large dixie cup full of the stuff and not gag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I've hunted down a good marriage commissioner. I just have to talk to her, and see if we mesh well and all that. Once I get that sorted out, all I have to do is find a dress for Heather and myself, and get the menus selected for the Sequoia Grill and Cheers then I think I will be done...oh and invitations, can't forget those. I am also so excited about Adam's wedding. Keiran is coming to stay with us (he shall be our fifth guest that has stayed her...Louis being the first) for the friday night and then we leave for Mission in the morning. I've begged my mother to look after Heather an extra day (the friday) so that we can hang out with Keiran, and just be worry free. I am of course going to miss Heather, and worry about her, and most likely have a panic attack being out of the same city as hers, but it's a lesson I must learn and an adventure I must experience. Of course, I'll be calling my mum every 20 minutes to see if Heather's ok.  I'm also excited about wearing my dress and putting my hair up in pin curls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wish Heather would wake up so that we can get on with our day. I have to travel to the Quay to see if I can find a nice shall/poncho. Mike's asleep too, I think he had about 6 hours of sleep, and I had four, however I just got up from my nap and am feeling great. Hurry up baby, mummy's got some shopping to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-573391447845210381?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/573391447845210381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=573391447845210381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/573391447845210381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/573391447845210381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8814230910113332398</id><published>2007-03-09T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:49:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stroll through Stanley Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfGr5PNuVZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gN0BH0eu5mA/s1600-h/78570017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039998457829283218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfGr5PNuVZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gN0BH0eu5mA/s400/78570017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just really like this picture. For all of you Vancouverites that are over seas, here's a picture for you. You can even see Lions Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-8814230910113332398?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8814230910113332398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8814230910113332398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8814230910113332398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8814230910113332398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/stroll-through-stanley-park.html' title='A stroll through Stanley Park'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfGr5PNuVZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gN0BH0eu5mA/s72-c/78570017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8285013971558742734</id><published>2007-03-08T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:56:20.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Uncle Louis...this picture is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfDX9vNuVYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KLCawgIpx7U/s1600-h/78600002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039765438673606018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfDX9vNuVYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KLCawgIpx7U/s400/78600002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For some reason when Mike took this picture, he had Louis in mind. I think it's hilarious. It's amazing how something soo cute can take such awful, yet pain stakingly funny photographs. We had all of the Aquarium pictures developed and I will eventually put together a slide show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heather is changing so much every waking moment. While Amanda was over, we all noticed that she's cutting her first tooth! There's this horribly jagged white knub sticking out of her gum! No wonder the poor dear has been so upset lately. It took her a couple of hours to warm up to Amanda too, which is weird. I think she's making strange now, I mean Amanda has been here from day one! Oh, and she rather enjoys yams. She was actually opening her mouth for yams. Today was pretty eventful! Tomorrow, she goes in for her 6 month vaccinations which I am not looking forward to. She'll be one unhappy camper-pain from her teeth and pain from her injections...I wish I was going out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're starting to get our wedding plans organized. I pretty much have the family wedding all organized, except I haven't found someone to marry us yet...that might be a problem and I should get on that. We've booked September 14th for our friend's reception at a local restaurant/hall. It's all buffet style, and dear god I hope it will be good! Adam and Sarah's wedding is coming up soon. I bought a new dress for the occassion. Woo. I'm also excited that Keiran is coming to stay with us for a night, and Heather will be going to my mum's that night...for the whole weekend! It'll be the longest she's been away from me. Oh, now I'm getting anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I've got an unhappy baby and a hungry husband...I should probably go feed one of them. Yay, motherhood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8285013971558742734?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8285013971558742734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8285013971558742734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8285013971558742734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8285013971558742734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-uncle-louisthis-picture-is-for-you.html' title='Hey Uncle Louis...this picture is for you!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RfDX9vNuVYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KLCawgIpx7U/s72-c/78600002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8284352305310451009</id><published>2007-03-06T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:31:39.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Re4H6QTSfcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6vU8IurPo50/s400/8725074c06b791a441682ec8fcd461fe322beb30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8284352305310451009?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8284352305310451009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8284352305310451009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8284352305310451009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8284352305310451009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Re4H6QTSfcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6vU8IurPo50/s72-c/8725074c06b791a441682ec8fcd461fe322beb30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2363251365765411582</id><published>2007-03-05T22:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:10:15.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Amazing Book of Jordan" by Katie Sherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="700" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970194269518&amp;site=widget-4e.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 700px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=gn&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970194269518&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p1/360287970194269518/gn_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=gn&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=360287970194269518&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p2/360287970194269518/gn_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was a book that I made for my brother's girlfriend, Jordan. It is all hand done (sewing, embroidery...the works), except for the sewing around the edges, that was done by machine. It is completely made from felt...no I didn't felt it myself, even though I should've. It spells out Jordan, and on each page corresponding with the first letter there is a pin I made completely out of felt and embroidery thread (which were all hand made as well). So for example, the "J" page, well the balloon with a red "J" on it is actually a pin. It took me four days. I was pregnant though, and I had a lot of time on my hands. Oh, how I wish I could sit down and make another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2363251365765411582?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2363251365765411582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2363251365765411582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2363251365765411582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2363251365765411582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/amazing-book-of-jordan-by-katie-sherman.html' title='&quot;The Amazing Book of Jordan&quot; by Katie Sherman'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7466838145141460038</id><published>2007-03-04T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:46:26.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather in all of her 6 month glory! Oh, and other stuff too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Reur8NxyPqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MzdRlvFpnT8/s1600-h/March07-moowithblockssmall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038309659123007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Reur8NxyPqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MzdRlvFpnT8/s400/March07-moowithblockssmall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I just wanted to update some of Moo's pictures. She has grown so much, more noticeably over the last couple of weeks. She is 18lbs 7oz and 25 inches long. This kid is huge now! As you know I've been feeding her carrots, and for all of those that didn't think a baby could hate a certain vegetable at this point...I have the pictures to prove it! Feeding is a fun yet very very very stressful event. More food ends up in her nose, hair and clothes, than in her mouth. We're going to try potatoes next, which is tomorrow. For three days we will try potatoes, and then after that...yams. I've actually mapped the whole thing out. When we're at Adam's wedding, my mum will be feeding her bananas, which she will hopefully find pleasing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038309182381637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReurgdxyPpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4cJdFGxkX8Y/s400/March07-moohatingcarrotssmall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We've been busy since we've been home. We've been going to Mike's parents place a lot lately. I just enjoy their company so much, and they're leaving Tunisia within the next couple of weeks for over a month. Barbara (Mike's mum) is worried that Moo will forget her. She'll almost be 8 months when they get back. I also went out with Lisa on Friday. We went shopping, had dinner and went to see a movie. We saw "Zodiac" which was alright, but it was far too long. When I was pregnant I used to spend a lot of time sitting on my butt (doctor's orders, not my idea) and watching real crime shows and I actually saw many on the Zodiac killer, so I found the movie interesting and somewhat appealing. I think Lisa was bored out of her mind, and just humored me. I don't mind Jake Gyllenhaal, but I find it hard to picture him as a family man, with three kids and a wife. I feel the same way about Tobey McGuire, they just both have young faces and young bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038310488051695282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReussdxyPrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MP7c64zF_AY/s400/March07-moowithgrandpasmall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last night Mike and I tried to have a date night. We were planning on going to see a movie, then we decided to rent a movie and get some take out...then we decided not to rent a movie, we'd just watch one we owned and still get take out...what really happened...we went to White Spot, ate dinner, came home, fell asleep for an hour, woke up and drove to my mum's to pick up Moo. Nice date, hunh? Oh, when you guys start having babies you'll understand. It was nice to not have to wear ear plugs while I slept. I drank to many Bellini's and had too much to eat. However, we did have some interesting conversations on the way to get Moo...like how Ben Affleck could star in Jaws and actually play the shark because he is that strong of an actor...Mike knew I was drunk right away. Haha. Now you all must think I've finally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going shopping for a suit for Mike. I'm hoping for something like Prince's purple get-up that he wore in "Purple Rain". I think a nice fuchsia would suit him. He needs something for work and for weddings...possibly for our own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should run. Heather is fighting the sleeping urges...it's not a pretty sight...and she's attacking her monkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038311201016266434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReutV9xyPsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4NQxqk28_Zs/s400/March07-bumdrop2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****Heather Pictures&lt;br /&gt;1. Heather in her high chair playing with blocks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Showing her hatred towards carrots. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heather with Grandpa Munro (Mike's father).&lt;br /&gt;4. Heather doing "bum drops" with dad...one of her favorite things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7466838145141460038?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7466838145141460038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7466838145141460038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7466838145141460038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7466838145141460038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/heather-in-all-of-her-6-month-glory-oh.html' title='Heather in all of her 6 month glory! Oh, and other stuff too...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Reur8NxyPqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MzdRlvFpnT8/s72-c/March07-moowithblockssmall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5979645851712836246</id><published>2007-03-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:16:12.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewwww, carrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heather doesn't like carrots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5979645851712836246?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5979645851712836246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5979645851712836246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5979645851712836246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5979645851712836246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/ewwww-carrots.html' title='ewwww, carrots'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-204122127349857146</id><published>2007-03-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:11:31.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Moo is growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RedqyXs8KMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aj3c_2TwrTw/s1600-h/43110011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037112121825700034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RedqyXs8KMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aj3c_2TwrTw/s400/43110011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture was taken a week after Heather was born. Look at how tiny she is! It is so hard to believe that she was ever so small. It seems like yesterday we brought her home from the hospital. Now she is six months old, and about to start eating food! It's exciting but extremely scary. From now on...it's going to be thrilling and an adventure. We're starting her on carrots...sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-204122127349857146?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/204122127349857146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=204122127349857146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/204122127349857146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/204122127349857146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-little-moo-is-growing-up.html' title='Our little Moo is growing up!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RedqyXs8KMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Aj3c_2TwrTw/s72-c/43110011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1961861126531868381</id><published>2007-02-28T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:24:21.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReZ8Fk1eyGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BmzWroCy_SA/s1600-h/leahwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036849668489660514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReZ8Fk1eyGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BmzWroCy_SA/s400/leahwig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Despite what anyone might say, I think this is the coolest knitted hat/wig ever. Even cooler than Jordan's sock monkey toque. If only I knew how to knit with circular needles. Hmmmmmm. *For all of you that don't quite see the resemblance...it's supposed to be Princess Leia's hair.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So we are home now, and much happier. I swear up and down that my mothers house is haunted. Mike also had a nightmare last night that put my haunting suspicions to knew heights. I don't think I'll be seeing "The Messengers" with Lisa after all. It's creepy when two cats and a baby stop what they're doing and look behind you...when you turn there is nothing there...dun, dun, dun. Seriously though, it's terrifying and the three of us will have to endure this again in May. Boo, I say, boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's quarter after eleven at night and Mike has decided to do grade 4 science experiments. He added vinegar, oil, coke to what was already a nasty sight (old blueberries and milk smoothie in a blender) and then proceeded to dump baking soda into it. Needless to say it was gross (the rotten blueberries) but rather uneventful. Sometimes I wonder what goes through men's minds. It must be nice to be nine years old again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well it's been a long day. I cleaned my mum's house from top to bottom and managed to make half decent meals through out the day. I think I am going to head to bed, and Mike, well he's planning to read and then fall asleep on the futon. It's our usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1961861126531868381?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1961861126531868381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1961861126531868381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1961861126531868381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1961861126531868381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-home.html' title='we&apos;re home!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/ReZ8Fk1eyGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BmzWroCy_SA/s72-c/leahwig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3581584955920745476</id><published>2007-02-27T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:25:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we get to go home tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We hopefully get to go home tomorrow night! Woo! However, I think we're starting to get settled into this place now, so it's (sortof) a shame we have to leave. All I want is my bed. I miss my bed and my pillows. We have Amanda's old bed, which I believe used to be Mark's old bed, anyway, it's like a cloud. I remember when Amanda put her memory foam on it and Brannen and I (Amanda too) all just sat there too comfortable to move. It was almost too comfortable though. I also miss our apartment space. Being in a house with a baby is far too much work! I'm used to being able to see Heather wherever I am in the apartment, as for her I have to cart her wherever I go. Which isn't really all that fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did have the oscars party like I was supposed to, my mother would be so proud. My brother showed up late, but on the plus side, Patsy came. I've known Patsy since I was 12, and she hadn't met Heather yet so it was nice to have her. The food was good too, nothing to exciting, but everyone did enjoy the cupcakes. I didn't take pictures, which is sad. I guess the memories of those cupcakes will be forever embedded in my thighs and mid-section...oh and my mind ;). I didn't really enjoy the show though, and I thought it dragged on forever. I miss Billy Crystal. Mike won the ballots, and I came in last (the funny thing, is that I picked Heather's and she did better than I did. It's funny, but also a little sad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We drove out to Langley yesterday to see Mike's parents and to also go see a movie. There is snow there! It is also really cold, and when we left for home there was black ice all over the road. We actually saw quite a bad accident. We dropped Heather off, and then quickly drove to the theatre and saw "Ghost Rider". Both of us had wanted to see it, and eventhough some parts were entertaining, over all...the movie should be burned, in the same fire as "The Hulk" and "Superman Returns". It doesn't help that I really dislike Nicholas Cage, and that Eva Mendes although pretty, bites her fingers and has man hands. Like I should talk right? I bite my nails, and have sausage links for fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Heather is asleep on the couch, and I think I should go grab her and put her to bed. Then yes, off to make bottles. Woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3581584955920745476?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3581584955920745476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3581584955920745476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3581584955920745476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3581584955920745476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-we-get-to-go-home-tomorrow.html' title='I think we get to go home tomorrow!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3064742538848442828</id><published>2007-02-23T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:23:42.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>house sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never fully understood how people could think that I resembled Reese Witherspoon, until last night. I was flipping through Vanity Fair and there was this black and white photo of her. I held it up to my face and asked Mike if her and I looked similar. Well, he was rather shocked and said that from the nose down we have the exact same face, and the same eye shape. After that I took a long look at myself in the mirror...and still couldn't see it. Maybe a little in the chin. Both of Mike's parents commented on it one day, and so did Richelle and Louis. Very strange I tell you, I always thought I looked like Kelly Osbourne or Janeane Garofalo (if only that were true!).&lt;br /&gt;Well house/cat sitting is going alright. For the past two nights Mike and I have had terrible nightmares, Heather hasn't slept well and we've all had the runs. I think Heather might be teething so that would explain her lack of sleep. Being away from home is stressful, so I think that would explain the bad dreams. As for the runs...the three of us has horrid GI tract, and that's all I can say about that. The cats obviously miss my mum, and have been driving me crazy. I am definitely rethinking my idea of getting a dog within the year. I am going to wait until Heather is older, and can have some responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm being kicked off the computer...HEather's bed time. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3064742538848442828?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3064742538848442828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3064742538848442828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3064742538848442828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3064742538848442828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/house-sitting.html' title='house sitting'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4525812549602133340</id><published>2007-02-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:53:33.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our little Mikey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RdvPuubZpfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y7tWrV6n5sk/s1600-h/70690022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033845410160551410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RdvPuubZpfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y7tWrV6n5sk/s400/70690022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all of those who forgot what Mike looks like...here you go. Back off ladies (and some gentlemen) he's mine ;). He also looks strikingly like his younger brother Chris in this picture, which is strang because they don't look anything alike in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4525812549602133340?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4525812549602133340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4525812549602133340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4525812549602133340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4525812549602133340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-little-mikey.html' title='our little Mikey'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RdvPuubZpfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y7tWrV6n5sk/s72-c/70690022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5256650523430215281</id><published>2007-02-20T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:49:01.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;We have had a rather busy couple of days. On Monday Mike went off-roading with some friends of his. I believe they went to Stave Lake, which is North of Mission. From the pictures he took, they had a good time even when it was horrid weather. I stayed home with Heather for the whole day. It gave me a taste of life with Heather while Mike is away for the day. I enjoyed it, and she was easily entertained, but it did tire me out. Now I know what to expect, and now I also know that from now on I am going to have a good nights rest. Mike can sleep on the weekend ;). Then last night Mike's sister, Trenna and her beau, Mal, came to stay the night. They came from the island on Sunday and stayed in Langley, and since they were going up Grouse today to go skiing, they wanted to stay with us because it would be easier for them. We had a nice dinner, and they played with Heather. Heather LOVES Trenna. She has from the beginning, and I don't know it's because Mal is a new face, she loves to just stare at him all the time. They slept on the futon, and we slept in our bed which was rather interesting. I had my earplugs in (which kept falling out) so I wouldn't hear Mike and the baby monitor. Needless to say, it was a crappy sleep for all of us in the bedroom. Mal and Trenna had a great sleep. Heather joined us at around 530am, and after that I couldn't sleep. Anyway, this morning was good. We met up with their friend Rowan, and went for breakfast. Then the three of them went skiing. Now I'm trying to get all of our stuff together because we're going to my mum's for what she likes to label "a vacation". Really, she's going to the Caribbean, and we're cat sitting. Hey, at least it's beach front property. Maybe Mike will go swimming, and maybe I'll join him. Heather can watch our stuff on the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So here is some Heather news. She's starting to sit up by herself, and she is really wanting to crawl. She can lift her upper torso off the floor, and then she lifts her bum off the ground, she just can't seem to get her legs to get going. Any time now, any time. She'll soon start eating cereal too, which will be fun. I've been waiting for the moment for her to eat actual food. It'll be scary though, because there are so many different things that babies (even toddlers) cannot eat, for example...meat (obviously), nuts (so no peanut butter), honey (it's toxic), fish and there are other foods that they can't eat. I also went out and bought her some new "big kid" bottles. She's so funny too. Who needs TV when you have a baby? Actually, we've cut down on our TV watching a lot. We're going to cancel our cable tomorrow. There have been a lot of tests and reports published on the affects of TV on infants (people under 2 years). Apparently it can slow their brain waves/growth and possibly cause autism. Pretty scary stuff. Then there was another article I read in MacLeans magazine about how parents today protect their kids too much. The cover picture was of a young boy wearing a helmet wrapped in bubble wrap. Parenting is hard, especially when you have so many different point of views been thrown at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't wait until next Monday. I am looking so forward to seeing "Ghost Rider" with Mike. I really don't like Nicolas Cage that much, but there is something about that movie that intrigues me. Comic book movies, are so bad, they're great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, there you go. I am not sure when I'll write again, since my mother's computer hates me and Blogger. I know it'll be hard on you, but you'll get through it. I know you can. Be strong :). Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Cheerio, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;PS...I hate to mention this, but, I am happy that Britney Spears shaved her head and is going through all of this. She needed to have a huge fall, so she could build herself up again...not only for herself, but for her babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5256650523430215281?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5256650523430215281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5256650523430215281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5256650523430215281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5256650523430215281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-one.html' title='a long one'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4581889289161280478</id><published>2007-02-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:11:27.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo8Q-bZpeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exlpV0uPfRA/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033401795873449442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo8Q-bZpeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exlpV0uPfRA/s400/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; This is a picture of me taken over the holidays that Mike and my mum really like. I personally like how Heather has fallen asleep wearing her "pug thinking about a cupcake" t-shirt. Like mother, like daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-4581889289161280478?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4581889289161280478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4581889289161280478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4581889289161280478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4581889289161280478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo8Q-bZpeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exlpV0uPfRA/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2673739413875866743</id><published>2007-02-19T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:08:05.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo7NebZpdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hWHUGXJJT-8/s1600-h/booandme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033400636232279506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo7NebZpdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hWHUGXJJT-8/s400/booandme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is my brother, Michael (also known as "Boo"). I loved this picture which was taken over the holidays. I love my Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5942502634716422653-2673739413875866743?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2673739413875866743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2673739413875866743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2673739413875866743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2673739413875866743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-brother-and-me.html' title='my brother and me'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rdo7NebZpdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hWHUGXJJT-8/s72-c/booandme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4206120480038365221</id><published>2007-02-17T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:25:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Aquatic Adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;The Munro's attended the Vancouver Aquarium yesterday. We had a good time, and Heather seemed to enjoy all the fish, especially the newly revamped Jellyfish exhibit. We took far to many pictures, and don't worry, we'll post them in about a month when we can afford getting photos developed. Amanda didn't come with us, which sucked, but it was also nice to just get out and do a family day. The Aquarium was packed full! There were so many babies there, children on field trips and lesbians wearing green shirts. One thing I did learn it to take a lunch! $30 later Mike and I have a hamburger, wrap, fries and onion rings...yep. Not cool. I am still planning on going to the Aquarium for Heather's birthday--I'll think she'll enjoy it more at that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I got a call last evening from my friend Lisa inviting me out for dinner, and I went! I had a good time. It was nice to see here, and to feel normal for awhile. She said that we should get together more often, and I agree. She also bought me my dinner, which was very nice! YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm having an Oscars party at my mum's place when she goes away. It's just a family thing. After telling my brother, Michael and his love, Jordan that I was making cupcakes they both agreed to come. Apparently I am to make a pool of cupcakes so that Jordan can swim through them with her mouth open...I may join her. My mum is going to the Dominican for a week, and we're house sitting, and I think Mike's sister is staying in our apartment. Not 100% clear on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Well we just got back from breakfast with my mum and Angie. I ran into an old high school friend, Katie, while eating breakfast. She held Heather and said that she looked just like me! No one says Heather looks like me. I have yet to eat breakfast/lunch. I'm not a big greasy spoon breakfast person. I'd rather eat a bran muffin and have a coffee...possibly a banana too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, that is all. I wish that Louis would appear and cook me a delicious meal...oh, and it would also be nice to see him ;). I should get my butt in gear and call Richelle so that we can have dinner...a dinner consisting of grass, water and possibly one rose petal...for that is all we can eat. I kid, I kid. I want waffles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4206120480038365221?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4206120480038365221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4206120480038365221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4206120480038365221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4206120480038365221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-aquatic-adventure.html' title='Our Aquatic Adventure!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4207598027821221681</id><published>2007-02-15T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:00:56.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms and tots---take #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I went to moms and tots today, and I am finding it extremely difficult to meet others. I find that a lot of the women there have already formed cliques, or that they were friends to start with and had babies at the same time. I know that it's only my second time, but I really felt discouraged this time around. My mother doesn't seem to quite understand why I haven't found anyone to invite over for tea. Normally I'm not too shy, and I attempt at making conversation, but at moms and tots I feel rather vulnerable. Maybe it's all the estrogen, who knows? Right now I am doing it more for my benefit then Heather's, but I do worry when it comes time for Heather to have interaction with other children. I hope I can step up to the "mothering plate". Also, most of the women there are older too. If anyone has any suggestions on what I can do to make friends, please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On another note, Mike, Heather, myself and hopefully Amanda are all going to the Aquarium tomorrow. I hope it's a nice day. It'll be Heather's first time going. I just need to get out of this apartment, and away from the North Shore, otherwise I may go a little crazy. I hope we hear back from Amanda, because it would be awesome to go with her too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just finished reading this journal entry, and I've realized that I am a very boring person. I feel the need to apologize to people that read my journal. Sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4207598027821221681?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4207598027821221681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4207598027821221681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4207598027821221681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4207598027821221681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/moms-and-tots-take-2.html' title='Moms and tots---take #2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8455843218820668301</id><published>2007-02-14T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:09:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here are some of my faves...humor me ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-09.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970193419785&amp;amp;site=widget-09.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:700px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970193419785&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p1/360287970193419785/bb_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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so please forgive me if I seem a little scatter brained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I spent the day gutting our bedroom. I opened our closet and any article of clothing that I gave a second thought to was thrown into the Sally Ann bag. I also cleaned my bathroom...I still need to scrub everything, but cleaning the clutter is half the battle, right? I also never realized how many giant plastic bangles I had...I miss the 80's fashion. I also did about six loads of laundry, and that is only scratching the surface my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I have been thinking a lot about maybe entering the magical world of Fashion Journalism. I am not sure when or how, but it is something I can think about and do some investigating on over the next year. I would really like to be able to write from home, you know, because of the whole Heather thing ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. I think we're going to drop off the wee one at my mum's place at around 5pm, and come back home for some take-out and cuddling...yes...cuddling. I also hope the evening contains yellow roses and sweetened with Malitol white chocolate coconut clusters from the fudge factory in the Quay (hint hint Babe). Nothing can beat last year though, being 3 months pregnant and going to White Spot for dinner. I think I got chicken fingers and fries. Good times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I am getting very excited about Adam and Sarah's wedding. It will be the first time Mike and I have ever been on "vacation" together. I am so excited. Hopefully I don't look as pregnant in my &lt;em&gt;wedding attending&lt;/em&gt; dress, as I did at my mum's birthday. Dear god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well, Heather is being taken over with "moo-rage" so I should run. I hope everyone has a great &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1641927015634900487?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1641927015634900487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1641927015634900487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1641927015634900487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1641927015634900487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-also-heart-yellow-roses.html' title='i also heart yellow roses'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7400663376919514997</id><published>2007-02-12T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:11:06.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;First of all let me be the first to say...I have a great "hubbo" (husband/boyfriend). This morning he informed me that he bought me my all time favorite movie in the world..."Wet Hot American Summer". No, it's not porn. He made my morning...even when I talked to the Dragon Lady who told me I was raising a monster (I have to use codes here, just incase she reads this). Eventhough Mike and I have been going through some difficult times over the past couple of months, I do love him and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the word...except maybe for a pony. Earrings and the best movie in the world for Valentine's Day?? WOO HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;We went to Brannen and Amanda's lastnight. Richelle was there too which was cool. We ate pasta (gluten free pasta ofcourse) and had strange but good gluten free cookies. I ate wheat crackers yesterday and by dinner I was feeling them...I have got to stop eating wheat!! I think my intolerance is coming back...when I was pregnant I could eat anything with no problem, now...Hell No! We looked at Brannen's old year books. It was interesting to look at all the guys, and to see how much they have changed. Louis, Mark and Dave look no different. I think that Kieran has changed to most. He looks like Lance Armstrong now (his words, not mine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Anyway, I need to shower. I've got to go pay for my car insurance. Woo. Heather's feeling better I think, we bought her a cold vaporizor and I think it's working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7400663376919514997?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7400663376919514997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7400663376919514997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7400663376919514997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7400663376919514997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/wooo.html' title='Wooo!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2870659020898661808</id><published>2007-02-09T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:51:16.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For Valentine's Day Mike bought me diamond earrings! WOO!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2870659020898661808?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2870659020898661808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2870659020898661808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2870659020898661808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2870659020898661808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/presents.html' title='Presents!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8869097338070305075</id><published>2007-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:15:07.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the season for change is upon us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A world of change happened today. Mike and I have decided to hold &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;off on finding a house right now. There's just too much going on.&lt;/span&gt; Also, I have decided to go ahead with the surgery.&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; See, there's a lot of&lt;/span&gt; changes being made these days. One thing that hasn't &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;changed...we're all still sick! Damnit! Heather is going to the doctor&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, just to check her ears and lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We're excited about tomorrow night. We get to meet Trenna's beau!&lt;/span&gt; Poor guy, it's so nerve wracking when you have to meet the whole &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;family in one go. Hopefully a certain red head will be on her best&lt;/span&gt; behaviour. Hopefully Mike doesn't try to shock the poor kid...poor &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Trenna ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith died today. I feel horrible for her little baby. I &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;mean she has no one, other than two men claiming to be her father&lt;/span&gt; and fighting it out in court. I also feel bad for Anna Nicole, she was &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sortof starting her life over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh I watched the film &lt;em&gt;"Lady in the Water"&lt;/em&gt; and I actually really liked &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;it. Those damn critics never know what they're talking about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, Heather and Moo are watching &lt;em&gt;"South Park"&lt;/em&gt; together. I should &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;go and make some tea, and make bottles for the Moo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Who knew that a day of words and sadness would produce something&lt;/span&gt; good?? Lets just hope that it continues to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8869097338070305075?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8869097338070305075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8869097338070305075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8869097338070305075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8869097338070305075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/season-for-change-is-upon-us.html' title='the season for change is upon us...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8941245208881767122</id><published>2007-02-07T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:43:10.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog and Heather pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-92.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970193129106&amp;amp;site=widget-92.slide.com" width="400" height="325" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970193129106&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-92.slide.com/p1/360287970193129106/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970193129106&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-92.slide.com/p2/360287970193129106/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-8941245208881767122?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8941245208881767122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8941245208881767122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8941245208881767122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8941245208881767122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/fog-and-heather-pictures.html' title='Fog and Heather pictures'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5978250999781198083</id><published>2007-02-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:06:21.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the consultation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rck-xHetEfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/md8ImjPVZ8s/s1600-h/white+icing+polka+dot+background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028619472478212594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rck-xHetEfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/md8ImjPVZ8s/s200/white+icing+polka+dot+background.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I went for my consultation today. The surgeon, who is really friendly (both Mike and I felt good "vibes" from him), said I was a good candidate for everything I wanted to do. It's not as expensive as I thought, and since it's private I could have it done tomorrow if I liked. There are a couple of factors that Mike and I have to contemplate, the main one being another child. If Mike and I want another baby, I should forgo the surgery until a later date; my skin will stretch during pregnancy, therefore making the surgery pointless. I know for sure that Mike doesn't want anymore, and I am on the fence, but at the same time, I've been waiting for this opportunity to come around for years. Also, I don't think I could put my body through another pregnancy. There are a lot of things to think about. Also, I'm going to be "out of commission" for awhile after it. I may have it done in October. I would ideally like to have it done in June, but that's not going to happen. I so desperately wanted to look amazing at our wedding, but I guess I won't. Hmmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;On another note, I think Heather is feeling better. Barbara (Mike's mum) looked after her this afternoon, and was unpleasantly surprised by the gift Heather had left for her in her diaper. Hahaha, we've all had to change one of those diapers. You know the ones...they could take your nail polish right off. Maybe that is just a parent thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Well Mike's watching tv and Heather's taking a nap...I'll think I'll follow in my girls footsteps...however small they may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**"Why the cupcake?" you may find yourself asking...well...I just love cupcakes, and I think they're very pretty.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5978250999781198083?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5978250999781198083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5978250999781198083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5978250999781198083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5978250999781198083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/consultation.html' title='the consultation'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rck-xHetEfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/md8ImjPVZ8s/s72-c/white+icing+polka+dot+background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1308449201487173332</id><published>2007-02-06T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:15:34.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;This came from Siobhan and Mackenzie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems necessary to completely shed the&lt;br /&gt;old skin before the new, brighter, stronger,&lt;br /&gt;more beautiful one can emerge. . . . I never thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd be getting a life lesson from a snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Ridge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;So, true.Thanks for the wisdom girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1308449201487173332?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1308449201487173332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1308449201487173332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1308449201487173332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1308449201487173332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-little-wisdom.html' title='just a little wisdom'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2239070351737977209</id><published>2007-02-06T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:15:16.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded by germs-part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Heather has a very red inner ear and some version infant bronchitis, but she isn't on any antibiotics. They're hoping that everything will just go away on its own. However, if there is any sign of a sore throat than she will be put on antibiotics. She goes back to the doctor on Friday regardless of her symptoms. She's happy though--smiling, giggling and rolling around. Mike is getting better, and his throat is getting worse. I feel ok, I had a migraine lastnight and my nerves are bad, but other than that things are ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today we go to see the plastic surgeon for my consultation. I'm nervous because I worry that he'll take a look at me an not be able to help me. If he can help me, that will be great, and I will be so happy, however, the procedure date will be late this year into 2008 (that's what I've heard, I am not sure if that's true). It might be sooner because I'm a "private" client and nothing I am having can be covered. Mike's mum is coming to look after Heather while we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This coming weekend we're staying at my mum's because we're cat sitting. Friday night is the big party to welcome Mal to Canada. I hope that Mike and Heather are well enough to go, and I hope that I haven't gotten sick too. I am really looking forward to meeting him, and to see Trenna beam with happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I should go make coffee, otherwise I won't be able to make it through the morning...and the rest of the day too. Mmmmm, coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2239070351737977209?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2239070351737977209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2239070351737977209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2239070351737977209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2239070351737977209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-surrounded-by-germs_06.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded by germs-part 2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1920638566363495158</id><published>2007-02-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:09:57.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded by germs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ok, so I am taking Heather to a different doctor today because the one we went to last night was at 3 million years old and was wearing a suit from the 50's. He was nice, but not informative, and apparently he was a pediatrician! Heather's cold has started to move into her chest, so after seeing 3 other doctors, we're taking her to her family doctor...who is just a fill in for our real GP. Dr. Z. we miss you...come back and fix our ailments! It'll be funny though, doctor Z last saw Heather at 2 months, the next time she'll see her will be at one year...what a difference! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mike is sick too, but like most men, he will only go to the doctor if he has severed a limb or something...even then, it would be a struggle. He's just fearful I know, he's afraid the truth! Now, because both kids are sick, I'm going to my mum's birthday alone, and making the whole dinner alone. I'll do my best handling prawns...I'll have 911 ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mike and I have totally gotten into "Kelly Osbourne: Turning Japanese". I love it. Kelly Osbourne is actually quite hilarious, yet she does whine about everything. If I was given the opportunity that she has, I would be loving it and kissing whoever sent me! AWESOME!! She's singing the "Neverending Story" to a bunch of young Japanese students to teach them English! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;A note for Louis: no don't worry, we don't shave Heather's head. Her lack of hair comes from me. I was bald until I was almost 2, and even then I didn't have a lot of hair. I hope that once her hair has actually grown, it's like Mike's. Hea has beautiful hair. Her hair is an inch long which is a huge accomplishment.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-1920638566363495158?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1920638566363495158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1920638566363495158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1920638566363495158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1920638566363495158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-surrounded-by-germs.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded by germs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5708895055537750885</id><published>2007-02-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:55:47.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcYcI3etEeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3R1K0N-nvKk/s1600-h/5+months+old!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027736972663001570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcYcI3etEeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3R1K0N-nvKk/s320/5+months+old!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is Heather's latest picture, that was taken on her 5 month birthday! When you are a parent, you celebrate every month and every little thing she does...haha.&lt;br /&gt;She's still not feeling well, and sounds a little congested. There is a pediatrician coming to the walk-in medical clinic tonight, so we're going to take her. It might actually be allergies, but then I wonder why her bowels are so messed up. I woke up several times during the night to check on her, and make sure she was ok and warm enough. I think Mike may have done the same. I can't wait until she is 6 months old-she won't be seen as so fragile, therefore different things can be done with her health that couldn't be done before. Mike and I will try our hardest not to have to give her antibiotics until she's older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rightnow she's relaxing on the futon eating her plastic singing giraffe. I am happy to see that her appetite has gotten better, and thank god she isn't vomitting. Oh, now she's crying. Gotta run. I'm sure she'll be feeling fine soon...hopefully by tomorrow, because it's grandmas birthday! A party without Moo wouldn't be much of a party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5708895055537750885?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5708895055537750885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5708895055537750885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5708895055537750885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5708895055537750885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-moo.html' title='All About Moo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcYcI3etEeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3R1K0N-nvKk/s72-c/5+months+old!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3308932478812651321</id><published>2007-02-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:12:16.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Little Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight is going to be a rather hard night for all of us. Heather has a cold, and has been sneezing, coughing and her nose has been running all day. It's hard when you can't really do anything for her, but give her cuddles and lots of liquids. I can't take her to her doctor until Monday, so I don't really know what to do until then. She is asleep on the futon, and continues to cough and startle awake. Pray for Moo Moo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;On another note, I obviously changed the template of my blog. I figured since Mike wasn't posting anything, that I should pretty it up a bit. I lucked out in finding a iced yellow cupcake (I had changed the name before I had found the picture). For some strange reason I have a thing for cupcakes. I just think they're so cool, and delicious. I now sound crazy...haha. Maybe I should start designing things with cupcakes in mind...hmmmmmm...ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mike is talking to his friend Mark, who happens to live in Australia. I've only met him a couple of times, and I've never met his Australian wife. They might be coming to our wedding reception. I'm happy to see that Mike is still keeping in touch with friends across the world...ok...I write to Louis, but it's from all of us ;). He talked to Kieran last night too. I think he just misses everyone, and I think he misses his freedom. Who knew that once he got involved with me, it would be forever...muahahaha...it's all a part of my plan. At least Cam lives near by, so he can go be a "single" boy for awhile....just as long as they don't end up the Lynnwood, or anywhere that has strippers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know, if you're reading this, and you feel the need to write, pick up a pen and piece of paper and write me a letter. We love getting mail here, especially when it's full of intrigue and gossip! Haha, can you tell I'm tired and have had way to much chinese food?? I miss you, Melinda, Louis and Gillian...and anyone else that reads this. We miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love, Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3308932478812651321?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3308932478812651321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3308932478812651321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3308932478812651321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3308932478812651321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-poor-little-moo.html' title='My Poor Little Moo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2851189824115790825</id><published>2007-02-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:57:09.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather says hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We're meeting my mum for breakfast this morning. Which really means, they get a delicious breakfast, while I sit there downing coffee. I am so tired this morning, I am not sure why. I made a nice dinner lastnight. Chicken breasts coverd in a sauce (lemon, olive oil, garlic ginger, and cracked black pepper), a beautiful salad, green beans, roasted cajun potatoes and wine....wooooooo. I was pretty proud of my accomplishments in the kitchen. I think Heather is waking up right now. I think she's got a cold again. Her nose is running and she's been sleeping a lot...that...or I'm completely paranoid and she's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;To answer Louis's question...we have to move because rent here is a little expensive, and we need more space. There is no storage in this apartment. Our storage locker is tightly packed too. We need a three bedroom house/town house just to have enough room for all of Mike's books (you know it's true Mike).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I am excited for Valentine's Day this year. It'll be the first Valentine's Day with Mike where I can have a glass of wine because I'm not pregnant! I'm hoping for something romantic, and a present that sparkles...&lt;em&gt;wink wink nudge nudge&lt;/em&gt;! I can dream can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Well I should run, and feed my bebe and wake up my other bigger bebe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Mike would write something on &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; blog sometime. &lt;strong&gt;Our&lt;/strong&gt; blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2851189824115790825?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2851189824115790825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2851189824115790825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2851189824115790825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2851189824115790825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/heather-says-hello.html' title='Heather says hello'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7365067339246965851</id><published>2007-02-01T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:54:11.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moms and tots, doing laundry, making dinner...oh the pleasures of being me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcLN3HetEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KlCN1V1Fjj0/s1600-h/Snowbunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026806480883225042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcLN3HetEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KlCN1V1Fjj0/s320/Snowbunny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok, so i have had a very long and tiresome day. i regret nothing though, for it was a day filled with lots of walking, people and grocery stores. i woke up, ran to get granola, flax seeds and soy milk before i had to be at my doctor's appointment--who was running late and i sat in the waiting room for 45 minutes. anyway, the doctor said i have adhesions due to bad keloid scarring with my c section. this is something that cannot be operated on, and i will continue living with this pain the rest of my life. whoopeeee. on to bigger and better things. heather and i went to "moms and tots" for the first time. i think heather was blown away at seeing all those other babies. she was the cutest one there, and she didn't cry or fuss at all. she touched hands with the boy, owen, that sat next to her. i think she enjoyed it for the most part. i thought it was interesting, but actually quite difficult. my mum was rather disappointed in me, because i hadn't invited someone back to my place for coffee and a chat. i didn't meet anyone this time, that i really felt like connecting with. after that, i came home, had a heated discussion with mike, bought vegetables, made dinner, watched "supernatural", did laundry, and cleaned the apartment (except for the bedroom...that door can always be closed). the realtor comes tomorrow, to talk to us about houses and what not. &lt;em&gt;louis, we are thinking about buying (thinking, being the key word here) a house...either way we have to move&lt;/em&gt;. i have finished the bottles, and dishes and i am going to have a bath and get my ass into bed before 10pm. there is a god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;one more thing, that is totally unrelated to the previous paragraph. the actor who plays harry potter in the film series, is in this new (rather risque) play "Equus". in the play he parades nude on the stage, and if that isn't enough, the promotional posters for the play, have him on it completely nude/topless!!! i was shocked to see that harry potter is no longer a boy, but a very built man. ewww, and it's creepy! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;love, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the picture is of heather in her new pink snow suit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7365067339246965851?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7365067339246965851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7365067339246965851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7365067339246965851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7365067339246965851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/02/moms-and-tots-doing-laundry-making.html' title='moms and tots, doing laundry, making dinner...oh the pleasures of being me...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RcLN3HetEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KlCN1V1Fjj0/s72-c/Snowbunny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5588038760121292831</id><published>2007-01-30T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:01:35.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch and release...exactly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rb_mIKD2zPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGnJ7p-XhPk/s1600-h/catchandrelease_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025988736982633714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rb_mIKD2zPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGnJ7p-XhPk/s320/catchandrelease_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Lastnight Mike and I went on our "date". We went and saw "Catch and Release" and filled our faces with tapas. "Catch and Release" was rather enjoyable. The reviews were not that great though, but I read all the great reviews about Kevin Smith's role and acting ability, and I knew it couldn't be all that bad. Actually, Kevin Smith's performance made the person I was with rather teary eyed (it wasn't me, so you do the math). Anyway, we both enjoyed it, and enjoyed seeing bits of Vancouver scenery through out the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Alright, so I saw the specialist yesterday, and there is nothing wrong with my colon. However, tests results show that I have a hyper thyroid. Therefore, I need to do more extensive tests to figure out what medical treatment I should endure. Secondly, I also have to get a small bowel xray, that can take up to 6 hours! Oh, I don't have ciliac disease! Thirdly, I have a consultation with a plastic surgeon! If he decides to do the surgery, the waiting list is up to a year, so I doubt I will have anything done before the wedding. Which sucks, but it's ok, at least it'll happen eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I reserved the Suquoia Grill for our wedding. I also found my dream dress today. It's not a wedding dress, just a very pretty empire waist, yellow, strapless, satin dress. Very summery. It was about $400 which isn't too bad, and it comes in a size 16...thank you god. Now all I have to do is get my mum to come in with me and take a look, possibly try it on. Mike and I still have to hunt down a Justice of the Peace and a venue for the reception for the friends. Descisions, descisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's exciting, Trenna's boyfriend, Mal, arrives from Australia next week. She's soo smitten, and no one can wait to meet him. Mike says he's ambivilant to the whole thing, I know he's just excited as the rest of us. Tomorrow we're heading over to their place for dinner and to celebrate Peter's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;I'm exhausted actually. I didn't sleep well lastnight. I have too much on my plate these days. We have a realtor coming on Friday to help us find a house. Well, I should run. I'm starving and Heather has been asleep for awhile, and I need to wake that kid up...actually the garbage truck outside might be doing the job for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5588038760121292831?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5588038760121292831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5588038760121292831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5588038760121292831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5588038760121292831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/catch-and-releaseexactly.html' title='catch and release...exactly'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/Rb_mIKD2zPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TGnJ7p-XhPk/s72-c/catchandrelease_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-856566062010570011</id><published>2007-01-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:23:08.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a foggy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;I had wanted to post pictures of the fog, but alas, Mike's digital camera is not working...again. It's gorgeous. We drove through Stanley Park last night when the fog had just started rolling through, and the park looked amazing, almost alive. However, with the fog, it highlighted all the devistation that Stanley Park endured. It's quite upsetting actually, but thank god that "hollow tree" still stands strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;We went to my mum's birthday lastnight at the Sequia Grill at the Tea House in Stanley Park. It was soo lovely, that I think we might get married there. I mean, if there's only 12 people, we can go somewhere beautiful. Mike and I dressed up, and looked rather beautiful. It was a nice evening until I came home and felt rather ill. It was something I ate. Then to top it all off, I fell asleep with my eye makeup on, I would put a raccoon to shame. Anyway, it was a gorgeous meal, with gorgeous people in a gorgeous restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Hopefully Kim and I are doing something today. I've been bailed on so much over the last month, that I haven't really gotten out much. I think I am taking Heather with me today too. It'll be the first time that I've taken her out in her new carseat and stroller without Mike there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;It is so very cold in this apartment! I am freezing my ass off! If we keep the fire place on for too long the tv shots off, because everything over heats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Other than all of that, things are pretty boring. I may go see an acupuncturist this week, and I see my doctor about all my test results. I've gained 5lbs, which I am having a huge problem getting rid of again! Yep, that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-856566062010570011?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/856566062010570011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=856566062010570011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/856566062010570011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/856566062010570011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-foggy-day.html' title='it&apos;s a foggy day!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-509535811580127566</id><published>2007-01-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:07:47.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong little Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My poor little girl. She is definitly going through something. We took her to the doctor today, and physically she is perfect, but her personality has changed. She cries all the time, and just isn't her same cheerful self. It's really upsetting for us too. We keep hoping that she is teething, and that her teeth are taking their sweet time breaking through. Apparently babies can experience depression, maybe that is what is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today Mike and I decided that we're just going to have a very small wedding. I think there are going to be 16 people in total. However, we are going to have a reception with all of our friends, maybe the next weekend or something. The large wedding was causing problems and a lot of angst between family members. We haven't really looked into anything yet, we just decided who is coming and that we're having my aunt make us a carrot cake as the wedding cake. It would be nice to have a big wedding, but I would rather put the money towards other things...such as a house. We're just going to have a lot of expenses this year. My mum is going on two trips, we're going to move, hopefully I'll have my surgery, the honeymoon...just a lot of expenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I'm tired. We just put Heather to bed. We went for a nice walk tonight too. I think we all just needed to get out of the house for a moment. Oh, everyone should try the new Berryblossom White tea from Starbucks. It's delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;PS...I think we're going to go to this story telling festival in early February. It's exciting to be able to go to kids events. We are totally looking forward to the latern festival this summer too. To bad Lou won't be able to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-509535811580127566?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/509535811580127566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=509535811580127566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/509535811580127566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/509535811580127566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-strong-little-moo.html' title='Be strong little Moo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4486479799845932060</id><published>2007-01-23T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:13:48.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are the pictures like I promised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970192544332&amp;amp;site=widget-4c.slide.com" width="400" height="325" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:500px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192544332&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p1/360287970192544332/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192544332&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p2/360287970192544332/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-4486479799845932060?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4486479799845932060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4486479799845932060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4486479799845932060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4486479799845932060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-are-pictures-like-i-promised.html' title='Here are the pictures like I promised!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-3411635756975128261</id><published>2007-01-23T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:54:57.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a rolling machine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just a Heather McPoopy-Bum update! This girl is a rolling machine! In &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;20 minutes she has rolled over 7 times, and even rolled all the way&lt;/span&gt; around. You should see her expression when she does it, just the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sense of accomplishment is written all over her face. We are soo&lt;/span&gt; proud of this kid. She'll be 5 months on the 29th! That is all. I can't &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wait until she can actually eat food. She is actually so interested in&lt;/span&gt; food already (which frightens me a little bit), but I know it's just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;curiousity. We're going to Danielle and Chris's for chilli tonight. The&lt;/span&gt; poor kid is going to be made to roll over, I just know it. I think once &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;she starts eating, she'll be put on this special infact cereal, that is&lt;/span&gt; somewhat like oatmeal. I am being forced to make her baby food, so &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that it is all natural and better for her. Not only do I spend every&lt;/span&gt; waking moment making bottles, I will also be making baby food. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pureed carrots here I come! Speaking of bottles, they're calling my&lt;/span&gt; name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3411635756975128261?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3411635756975128261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3411635756975128261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3411635756975128261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3411635756975128261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/shes-rolling-machine.html' title='She&apos;s a rolling machine!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4265570128457853248</id><published>2007-01-22T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:29:07.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well, today I sucked it up, and got over my fear of the Vancouver weather. Heather and I went for a nice long walk in the rain, allover Lonsdale. When we arrived home Mike had started cleaning our carpets (FINALLY!!!). We borrowed the carpet cleaner from his friend. We then met the same friend for dinner at the Quay. When we arrived home I decided to put on a dance show for Heather (who's mood swings are getting the better part of me, and sometimes cannot handle) since the apartment was sans furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Since I had some time to think today, I was pondering the fact that Mike is the smallest man (in weight) that I've date (granted, we're not dating anymore, I think it's a little past that). Then I started looking at all the actors I find attractive--Jack Black, Kevin Smith, that guy that's in those Best Buy ads and they're all big guys. My "first" boyfriend (after my little stint of only being with women) was far from small, but he had this amazing personality, and was full over humor, which is quite similar to Kevin Smith and Jack Black. I wonder why they bigger you are the funnier you are, or is it something that is just expected?? See, this is why I should not be allowed to have alone time. However with all that said and done, my lover now is not a big man yet he has an amazing personality, a great sense of humor and he's dead sexy. Haha, I'm weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I have yet to see my gastroentronologist, but I am going to bring up a couple of things with him. 1. I think I am allergic to soy products and I need an allergy test. 2. I think I might have an incisional hernia, which would explain all the pain where my incision is. That's about it, really, more may come up in time. I have until the 29th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So my mum took me dress shopping...not for a wedding dress, just a dress to wear to all of the weddings I am attending this year. I found one! It's silk, black on taupe geometric art-deco pattern. The style of it is rather 1970's disco era though. Very cool. She also bought be a plaid jumper (black, grey, pink and white) which is very England 1960-1970. I was surprised when she bought me this summer dress from old navy which looks like a potato sac with some light embroidery and silk screening. As soon as this damn weather lets up and it becomes warm and sunny that potato sac dress is going to be seen! YES! All the shopping was also a post pregnancy free for all. I bought shoes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well that is all. The carpets are still wet, and there is random heavy things still on my bed. Mike has taken over the futon, so I don't know what to do?? Maybe I'll sleep on the deck. I also have to finish the bottles...I know I know, same ol' story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Katie xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS...Heather is an amazing dancer. One day we'll see her performing infront of millions (ballet, not stripping). Oh, also, there will be pictures posted soon, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4265570128457853248?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4265570128457853248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4265570128457853248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4265570128457853248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4265570128457853248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-update.html' title='Just an update!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8390609012467745206</id><published>2007-01-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:42:34.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well for all those who were worried about me, my procedure went as &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;planned, and I was really brave. The specialist didn't see anything out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;of the ordinary, but he did do a biopsy. It's good that he didn't find&lt;/span&gt; anything, but at the same time, what the hell is wrong with me?? I &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;did end up eating McDonalds, and it was delicious. I also had two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;arrowroot cookies at the hospital. It was sweet. Well I am off to&lt;/span&gt; bed...I already did bottles for tomorrow! Woo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;*Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8390609012467745206?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8390609012467745206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8390609012467745206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8390609012467745206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8390609012467745206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1841733705459961812</id><published>2007-01-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:43:30.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park Super Friends! More to follow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970192310265&amp;amp;site=widget-f9.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=11&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192310265&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p1/360287970192310265/bl_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=11&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192310265&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p2/360287970192310265/bl_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-1841733705459961812?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1841733705459961812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1841733705459961812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1841733705459961812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1841733705459961812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/south-park-super-friends-more-to-follow.html' title='South Park Super Friends! 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I am shoving my face full of liquids too, because after midnight tonight, I don't get anything until tomorrow evening. I have had this procedure done before, but I still find it frightening. Mike's coming with me so I won't be as scared. He's a good comforter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;We bundled Moo up today and went for a little walk. It's amazing, I can't find a tuqoue with ear flaps anywhere, and it's still cold here so we need them! I know there is this cool store on main street that sells amazing ones. I know by the time I get my butt there they won't have any either. Speaking of shopping, I need to go dress shopping for all the weddings we're attending this year. I have no dresses that are attractive on me. Nothing fits me anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I have seen so many mothers walking around today, with their little ones. The sad thing is, they all seem much older than I am. I haven't really seen any young mothers around here. The only young mother I know is Candice, and she's in England for a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well I should go. I think I am going to take a bath, and ease my cold cold bones. We also have a lot of cleaning to do, because my mum is coming to watch Heather while I get my colon inspected! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;*Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8294641452103953461?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8294641452103953461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8294641452103953461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8294641452103953461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/8294641452103953461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/j-e-l-l-barf.html' title='J-E-L-L-BARF!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-7642023814843169355</id><published>2007-01-15T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:31:14.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaxdtvrOBMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mp-xm5Bno8U/s1600-h/snowflakes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020490725084497090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaxdtvrOBMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mp-xm5Bno8U/s400/snowflakes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tonight it is supposed to snow a lot in BC. Vancouver is apparently supposed to expect 10cm, with nice ice rain included! This weather is amazing, horrible and rather frightening. If I had stuck with my dreams of being a meteorologist (I was in a series of Tornadoes as a child. I find them fascinating) I would really know what was going on. It's no hard to see that our weather is changing, and that Global Warming is taking it's toll. Damn you Al Gore for being right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The three of us ventured out today. We went to Babies 'r' Us and bought Heather her new car seat! That kid has grown out of her carrier already, and she's not even 5 months! The car seat however is quite huge, and I am not 100% certain it will fit in the car. Oh, my poor Jetta! We haven't really been able to go out due to the freezing weather. I worry about taking Heather out. She's been coughing a lot lately, but I think that might have to do with teething, but what do I know?? I'm a first time mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So Louis is in England, Gillian is in France and Melinda is in Vienna! I have soo many friends in Europe! Mike and I might be heading that way in September...if we get our butt in gear. We've putt off wedding planning for right now. It was causing some issues, so we've decided to have two days of no wedding talk. I personally don't care what we do, just as long as Mike is there and I am there...that's all that matters really. I'm mainly doing it for our families. It's not like our relationship is exactly normal, why should we start with a wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yet again, the weather has hindered all my plans. I had made plans with Jordan to hang out at her place and watch some horror movies, but alas the damned snow has crushed that plan along with my heart. I hopefully will get to see her this Sunday, and I may go over the border with my mum, Michael and Jordan. Probably not though, i don't like leaving Mike with Heather for extremely long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;I have my procedure on Thursday. I am nervous about it. I've had other things done, but this is a new one. Thank god I reread the instructions and realized I can't eat for 36hours...actually longer than that. I will beg Mike for McDonalds afterwards. I will most likely feel like eating a 20 piece chicken mcnuggets and a supersized fries--I've never done that, I never will. Ewww, that's just too much mcdonalds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well I've got get a bottle ready for Heather, and finish the other bottles. Mike has been cooking amazing dinners lately, which makes my cooking look like crap. Oh well. I'm the "homemaker" he's not. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Enjoy the snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-7642023814843169355?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7642023814843169355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=7642023814843169355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7642023814843169355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/7642023814843169355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/enjoy-snow.html' title='Enjoy the snow!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaxdtvrOBMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mp-xm5Bno8U/s72-c/snowflakes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-4362707064846972922</id><published>2007-01-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:06:54.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbbbuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today (so far) has been a great day. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; slept through the night, again! So I was able to get up at 930am with little interruption during the night! Yes! At around 10am, we met my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast at Moodyvilles and had a good chat. I ofcourse had my 3 cups of coffee and played with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;. I'll tell you though, today is soo cold. I met up with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt; for coffee and walk (I just got back). We walked around English Bay, and because of the cold my ears are still burning! Also, I think I got a chill...I blame myself though, I'm an idiot for wearing cotton cargos. Then for this evening, I rented a movie (I won't tell you which one, because you'll all just knod your head in disgust) and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; has been preparing this amazing dinner all day. Seriously when I woke up he was sitting there cutting carrots and had been for awhile. I can't wait to try his Jambalaya. Ohhhh, and then tomorrow morning &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;'s family is coming for breakfast! Finally I have plans on a weekend! Well, I should run, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; is mooing and I think I need some tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;**Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; has been playing with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink bunny&lt;/span&gt; so much, that I've already had to do surgery on him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4362707064846972922?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4362707064846972922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4362707064846972922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4362707064846972922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4362707064846972922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/bbbbuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='bbbbuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6254810053450918774</id><published>2007-01-12T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:26:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather news, and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;First of all I am very proud of Heather today. She is one step closer to actually rolling over by herself. Trust me, it's exciting. Also, she sits up now, with my help ofcourse. I bought her some awesome overalls from Old Navy that are supposed to be 6-12 months, but ofcourse they fit her now. That kid just grows and grows. I've been making sure to give her a lot of "tummy time" just so that she can kick, roll around and get her arms/neck strong enough for when she starts crawling. I do (unfortunately) think her eyes will be brown, they don't look as blue and sometimes look brown in certain light. NOOOOO!! At least people say she looks like me now. It's hard when you have a child that doesn't look like you, some parents say it's even hard to bond when there are no facial similarities. I can't believe she'll be 5 months at the end of this month. CRAZY!!! By Adam and Sarah's wedding she'll be 7 months! Where is my little girl going?? Ok, that's enough of that "crazy mother syndrome". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Mike is over at his friends place right now. I'm still in my pj's. Granted I did get out by myself this morning for a walk, while Mike looked after Moo. It is soo cold here, I can hardly believe it. We're meeting my mum for some Indian food tonight. THANK GOD! The only time I've been out this week is to take Heather to the Dr. and to see my mum for a couple of hours to discuss the wedding. I just feel like I have no social life anymore. Once Mike goes back to work I'll have to get myself into some mum and tots class at the community center. Granted, once the weather is better I'll be more willing to take Heather out for walks and do more exciting things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I've been trying to eat better these days. I'm so down on myself right now for gaining so much weight during the pregnancy, and not being able to get it all off. It is soo frustrating having to deal with all this weight gain, when I had lost a lot of it before. However, trying to lose it this time was not as easy as last time because I no longer smoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, I should do some house cleaning while Heather is having her nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;*Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-6254810053450918774?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6254810053450918774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6254810053450918774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6254810053450918774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6254810053450918774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/heather-news-and-other-stuff.html' title='Heather news, and other stuff'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-6123715963751832697</id><published>2007-01-10T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:34:12.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970192053020&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192053020&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/360287970192053020/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=13&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970192053020&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/360287970192053020/bl_t013_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-6123715963751832697?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6123715963751832697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=6123715963751832697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6123715963751832697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/6123715963751832697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-snow-of-2007.html' title='First Snow of 2007'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2637420688335165241</id><published>2007-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:14:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaV9DfrOBKI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGXlj5ty9_8/s1600-h/HeatherInColor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018554858770138274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaV9DfrOBKI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGXlj5ty9_8/s400/HeatherInColor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The picture above is labeled "Moo Art" and Mike did it this morning. He's such a clever man, and she's so photogenic. We have to put this kid in pictures! Also, we're totally remodelling my blog. I decided to have gnomes, because I am quite gnome like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Well today it is snowing and very cold again. We took Heather out all bundled up to experience the snow. The poor kid fell asleep and didn't experience anything. The three of us were going to venture out to Langley to visit the grandparents and I was possibly going to see a movie with Trenna, but alas the damned snow "aborted" that mission. I feel like the weather is conspiring against me. Maybe some other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Heather had her vaccinations and she was so brave! Mike and I are so proud of her, she is absolutely amazing! She is also very smart. Her favorite game is to pull her soother out, look at it, then pop it back in her mouth. She also likes to lick everything, and turn herself completely around in her crib during the night. She's a smart and cute little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;My mum and I started looking at food prices for the wedding. We're only going to have 100 people, and that is about $6, 700 (that's only for food!!). My mum is amazing though, she said that she would buy me my dress on top of the wedding money. I was originally going to wear a dress I have at home, but she wouldn't allow it. I just worry that finding a wedding dress will be very trying because I am between a 14 and 16 (which is frustrating because before I became pregnant I was a 12...the smallest I've ever been!!!!). My mum and I might go to Seattle to do some dress hunting later in the year. I am so excited though, it should be amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Our apartment is freezing rightnow! When I woke up this morning there was snow everywhere, now it is off the roads but it is attacking roof tops. I am not as paranoid as I was the last snowfall. Poor Vancouver, especially Stanley Park. To my BC friends abroad, you would not believe what has happened to Stanley Park, part of it looks completely clear cut, it's very sad actually. It reminds me of the central park in Halifax, that was completely destroyed by hurricane Juan (which I experienced while living there). If you haven't seen "An Inconvient Truth" by Al Gore, you should, it explains everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, I should get going. I need to put on a sweater. Good times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;**Katie**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5942502634716422653-2637420688335165241?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2637420688335165241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2637420688335165241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2637420688335165241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2637420688335165241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RaV9DfrOBKI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGXlj5ty9_8/s72-c/HeatherInColor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5711735997054082753</id><published>2007-01-07T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:32:33.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old paradise lost, new paradise found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;I won't lie, I am completely exhausted and if this post doesn't make sense then now you know the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Candice, Wayne and Kalvin came over for dinner tonight. For the first time since Heather was born I felt normal. Most of my friends haven't been around babies, so it's akward and honestly contact with certain friends isn't the same at all...don't get me wrong, some of you are amazing in regards to Heather. Kim is actually great. Eventhough she doesn't quite know what to do, she is so eager to see Heather to hold her. Her parents are the only ones that I took the time to go visit with Heather and Mike...that was actually alot of fun, and Kim's mum fell in love with Heather. Anyway, it's just nice to talk to a couple that has a child, and that is young...we were the youngest couple (not to mention the only unmarried couple) in our prenatal classes, so meeting mothers my own age is difficult. I will definitly make more of an effort to meet people when Mike goes back to work, and Heather is older. I am also happy that I contacted Candice again. I missed her a lot actually...especially her love for horror movies! Other than Jordan and Trenna, she is the only one that will watch horror movies with me, Mike even won't. I just feel like I don't have any friends these days...except for Mike, Heather, Kim and Candice. Also, Kalvin is the cutest kid! You just want to eat him up. I think Heather is making Candice want another baby. Heather is only 4 months, and I am starting to get that itch again (for another baby, not a rash).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Miss Heather has to get her shots tomorrow! I hate it when she gets her vaccinations. Her little face, it makes you want to cry. I swear, it's worse on the parents than it is on the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Nothing is really new here. Mike has a dentist appointment on Tuesday, and I have a Colonoscopy on the 18th...something I am not looking forward to. Since Heather's birth, my Crohns has gotten worse. It's more painful than anything. I had a c-section to bypass any complications brought on by Heather's birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Well I should get going. I am beat. Chowda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5711735997054082753?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5711735997054082753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5711735997054082753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5711735997054082753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5711735997054082753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-paradise-lost-new-paradise-found.html' title='old paradise lost, new paradise found'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-1355420499475621818</id><published>2007-01-05T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:23:49.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Moo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970191865784&amp;amp;site=widget-b8.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191865784&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p1/360287970191865784/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=21&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970191865784&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p2/360287970191865784/bl_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5942502634716422653-1355420499475621818?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1355420499475621818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=1355420499475621818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1355420499475621818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/1355420499475621818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-you-moo.html' title='I love you Moo!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2593412595858315618</id><published>2007-01-01T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:55:03.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's partying woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I am very exhausted right now, so hopefully this will be short. Our New Year's was fun. I got to drink finally and got pretty toasted. Don't worry, I didn't replay the events of Halloween 2005. Apparently I just talked a mile a minute. A girl came (our host, Cam's, friend) with a "stripper pole" because she does pole dancing for exercise. She was amazing! Eventually other people tried doing tricks on the pole, I didn't, I used the whole "I just had a baby" excuse. Anyway, it was a great night, and I would love to do that again. I think this Saturday we have another party to go to, but I won't be drinking. I am not really feeling another party though, I would rather hang out with Heather, and have Mike go by himself...unless a certain person shall be there, then I may have to rethink this whole plan. Candice and family are coming on Sunday for dinner. Kalvin's birthday was actually pretty fun, and not to mention extremely cute. We went to Mike's parents place tonight for chinese food. It was fun. I really enjoy spending time with his family, and I am happy to see that his mum is comfortable with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Well I am off to bed. All I can say, I hope what Mike and I did this morning, will become a tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-2593412595858315618?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2593412595858315618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2593412595858315618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2593412595858315618'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Wishing you all the best for a safe and fun night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Love, Katie, Mike and Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-3108249629261712113?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3108249629261712113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=3108249629261712113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3108249629261712113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/3108249629261712113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-8480705566021921641</id><published>2006-12-30T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:30:51.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night before new years and all through the house, not a creature was sturring...blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;like i said before, i have so many things going on for the next couple of days. granted i am looking forward to all of them, but still. mike and i had to say no to going out tonight with some friends because we haven't had a quiet night together in about 2 weeks. i shit you not. so julie is coming tomorrow. i hope we get to see her and that everything works out. i am making spinach and water chestnut dip for tomorrow night. it should be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;so i really want to see "black christmas" but it's only playing in like richmond and langley. i guess i'll be renting it, and there's no way mike would go with me to something like that. i also want to see "the night at the museum". i know mike would see it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;heather turned 4 months yesterday. she loves to "talk" all the time, and smile too. she had a hysterical bought to crying lastnight, but i finally calmed her down. she's cute. she's also spending an entire night with grandma tomorrow and not me. i'm nervous and a little sad that i won't be able to kiss her goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i am have so much to do tonight. soo much laundry...poor heather has like no clean clothes. i'm a good mum, just slow sometimes. oh well, i off i go to lead my domestic life. all i can say is that i am looking forward to do laundry and watch "supernatural" with my family. i love my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;---Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-8480705566021921641?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8480705566021921641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=8480705566021921641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Stewart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I think out of the next three 4 days, Saturday will be my only free day. Oh dear god!!! Tomorrow night Richelle, Brannen and Amanda will be coming over for dinner. Hopefully Richelle's new boyfriend, Corey, will be able to come. Then Sunday I am going to Kalvin's first birthday! That kid is so cute...you just want to eat him you know? Then that night we're partying hardcore...not really, but I'm just happy that we have something to do. Heather will be having a sleepover at grandmas. Then Monday, we're off to my mum's to pick up Heather and remove my mum's Xmas tree. After that we're off to Mike's mums place for leftovers. I'm happy that I am hanging out with one of my friends this weekend...I hardly see anyone anymore. I am so happy that Candice invited me to Kalvin's birthday. I cannot believe I went all postal on that girl because of Chris. Sometimes I let my emotions rule my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Reasons why I like Jon Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;1. I saw him in an old episode of "News Radio" and damn that man was hot, and still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;2. He's very informative and intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;3. He's extremely witty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;4. He looks damn good in a grey suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;5. He's Jewish and makes millions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;There you go. My complete itinerary for the next 4 days and 5 reasons to why I like Jon Stewart. As you see, I am bored and just felt like writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;--Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-4716560096195727395?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4716560096195727395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=4716560096195727395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4716560096195727395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/4716560096195727395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2006/12/woojon-stewart.html' title='Woo...Jon Stewart!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-2673160443533397011</id><published>2006-12-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:14:29.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munro Family Christmas Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RZRPcgXdi9I/AAAAAAAAACc/_fta5BhHY_c/s1600-h/Munro+Christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013719636313476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RZRPcgXdi9I/AAAAAAAAACc/_fta5BhHY_c/s320/Munro+Christmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;From Left to Right : Trenna, Danielle, Chris, Barbara, Mike holding Heather, Me and Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5942502634716422653-2673160443533397011?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2673160443533397011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=2673160443533397011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2673160443533397011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/2673160443533397011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2006/12/munro-family-christmas-picture.html' title='Munro Family Christmas Picture'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sEtR9zf50zQ/RZRPcgXdi9I/AAAAAAAAACc/_fta5BhHY_c/s72-c/Munro+Christmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-9042621232458495227</id><published>2006-12-26T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:41:56.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having me a post christmas drink!! Thank god we're home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;First of all, I am never carting an infant around Vancouver for two &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;days again. I would rather shoot myself in the foot. To start it all off,&lt;/span&gt; Heather has pink eye, and because of all the constant late nights and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;excitement, she can't sleep very well, and has somewhat had a melt&lt;/span&gt; down. Not to mention, the fact that she is cutting her first tooth (I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;think). So while Mike holds her and plays with a flash light, I have&lt;/span&gt; sat myself down at the computer with a nice glass of juice and vodka. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Christmas was good. We were all spoiled. It took two trips to get all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of the presents home, and most of them were Heathers. Mike made&lt;/span&gt; off with four starbucks cards...he couldn't be happier. I made off with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a lot of DVD's and painting supplies. I also ate far too much, and feel&lt;/span&gt; (and look) like I have gained about 8 lbs. I feel disgusting, and so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;desperately want the holidays and it's damned food to be over with. I&lt;/span&gt; will say this, I am never eating chocolate again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am very happy to be home and I never want to leave...except for&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, when I go to Park Royal and shop! Yay, Christmas money. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Actually most of the Christmas money goes to bills and to Heather's&lt;/span&gt; new car seat. Oh well, I've got priorities and responsibilites now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope all of you had a great Christmas. I am off to make bottles, and&lt;/span&gt; sketch out my new painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;PS...Mike and Heather are my lobsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-9042621232458495227?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/9042621232458495227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=9042621232458495227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/9042621232458495227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/9042621232458495227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-having-me-post-christmas-drink-thank.html' title='I&apos;m having me a post christmas drink!! Thank god we&apos;re home!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942502634716422653.post-5328030739997441136</id><published>2006-12-22T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:02:02.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands feel like sand paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Lastnight was my family &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; party. It was fun, and the food was good, I just couldn't get over my aunt. I won't get into it, but damn...mind your own business lady. The three of us got some pretty interesting gifts, such as...photo albums, hand towels, frying pan, and yes, oh yes, a Jazzy Santa. It is a moving santa that plays "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" all jazzy like. We stayed over aswell, and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt; didn't sleep that well. We woke up at 4am and had to feed her and rock her back to sleep. Very unusual for her. I think she's teething, and that might be causing her change in sleeping patterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;'s parents are coming for breakfast tomorrow morning. I haven't seen them for a couple of weeks. I am looking forward to it...that and all the bacon I can eat. No wonder I'm fat...dear god...oh there I am, acting like a girl. Later tomorrow we're seeing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brannen&lt;/span&gt;. I really enjoy spending time with those two, I think they're both great people, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; is great with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;. Infact, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; was the first person I talked to about the possibility I might be pregnant. I've been seeing a lot more of &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;'s friends then my own. I did realize one thing though, that I have best friends, but I am no ones best friend, sad but true...oh, I am &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;'s best friend, but he doesn't count :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am sooo looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this year. Oh, Jordan bought be a Golden Girls shirt! HAHAHA! YES!! Guess what?? I've already stained it! That's me for you. I am soo excited to see my aunt &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, I should get going. I've got a table to set and a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moo&lt;/span&gt; to get to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;---Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942502634716422653-5328030739997441136?l=irisheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5328030739997441136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942502634716422653&amp;postID=5328030739997441136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5328030739997441136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942502634716422653/posts/default/5328030739997441136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irisheather.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-hands-feel-like-sand-paper.html' title='my hands feel like sand paper'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479854999114507798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
