tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10859635867998314082012-02-16T01:04:09.810-06:00Essential SuperfluousTeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-75271380147955683622009-04-12T22:46:00.003-05:002009-04-12T22:50:42.382-05:00Does this look work?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324017666021782754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SeK13AEh9OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JCZyTgN5W3k/s200/Samindrag1.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SeK2CfeyAeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gwtL2wLQ464/s1600-h/Samindrag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324017863431946722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SeK2CfeyAeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gwtL2wLQ464/s200/Samindrag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> No, you're right, this is much better. Thank God for the right accessories. (Is it just me or does this look like a chictopia photo?)<br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-7527138014795568362?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-69105617162468321682009-04-12T22:21:00.004-05:002009-04-12T22:40:51.613-05:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324015005269698802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SeKzcH_zKPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Iqo-wgZMWnQ/s200/hockeyman.jpg" border="0" /><br />DH played his first hockey game tonight, ever. I'm not a very good Minnesotan, as I really dislike hockey. But, there was something charming about a) watching DH skate around without falling and b) listen to the boys yelling "HI DAD!" and ask "Where did Daddy doh?" evey five seconds.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324015304995045026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SeKztkj4_qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t0GYEwace8g/s200/hockeysadoringfans.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-6910561716246832168?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-48128665706113863612009-04-10T13:57:00.002-05:002009-04-10T14:00:22.561-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd-XHMvpayI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BOAXE6fyP7o/s1600-h/P4100103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323139434511166242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd-XHMvpayI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BOAXE6fyP7o/s200/P4100103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cookies and milk time. Why does the combination of Starbucks+my boys make me so giddy? Please note the look of concentration on their faces as they drink their overpriced organic milk. Not shown: me, eyeing my chai tea on the table.</div><br /><div>Happy happy long weekends. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-4812866570611386361?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-75285219201479411982009-04-10T13:36:00.002-05:002009-04-10T13:40:23.958-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd-Sei3HuoI/AAAAAAAAADk/L4cjCQFviqQ/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323134338026945154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd-Sei3HuoI/AAAAAAAAADk/L4cjCQFviqQ/s200/audrey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What is it about Audrey Hepburn? Her imperfectly perfect face, her impossibly thin physique, the I-can't-place-the-accent mystique? I just love her. She, for me, will always be above and beyond. Also, look at her cute ponytail...how can she do this without looking like a cheerleader? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-7528521920147941198?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-63851146282861316852009-04-09T10:01:00.001-05:002009-04-09T10:03:36.634-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4OOWtNjaI/AAAAAAAAADc/fWofVUgpAA0/s1600-h/Picture+11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322707449374674338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4OOWtNjaI/AAAAAAAAADc/fWofVUgpAA0/s200/Picture+11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm pretty sure this picture is an exact representation of how I feel as a working mother: small and stuck in the middle. But, at least, in this picture anyway, I am cute and classic too. Right? </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-6385114628286131685?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-56131435400250185022009-04-09T09:54:00.006-05:002009-04-09T10:01:06.663-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4NITMxADI/AAAAAAAAADU/YOH30aoQ_Zg/s1600-h/bilibo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322706245842436146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4NITMxADI/AAAAAAAAADU/YOH30aoQ_Zg/s200/bilibo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4Mxou1FEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Mnt89GJxmSM/s1600-h/madras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322705856485463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4Mxou1FEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Mnt89GJxmSM/s200/madras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4Mf1c_jDI/AAAAAAAAADE/vwEoswN9-z0/s1600-h/navyjacket.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322705550662667314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4Mf1c_jDI/AAAAAAAAADE/vwEoswN9-z0/s200/navyjacket.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Sometimes, stuff and things DO make me happy, I'll admit. Lately, I've made some purchases that make me happy. </div></div><br /><div>Bilibo thingy: thanks for being a 'good toy for kids' that I actually think my soon-to-be 2 year old will love for his birthday.<br /></div><div>LLBean...thank you for giving me inexpensive options to my bag addiction and letting me legistimize your bags as 'good for hauling the kids snacks and toys'. In MADRAS too, for goodness sake. You had me at hello.<br /></div><div></div><div>JCrew jacket...thank you for making me feel cute and being on sale.</div><div> </div><div>Purchases, I thank you kindly.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-5613143540025018502?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-58053812865726593182009-04-09T09:46:00.000-05:002009-04-09T09:49:14.074-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4KyzXhRqI/AAAAAAAAACs/YHYdVkLUkIU/s1600-h/INeedalltheColors.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322703677497099938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/Sd4KyzXhRqI/AAAAAAAAACs/YHYdVkLUkIU/s320/INeedalltheColors.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last weekend, I got the boys to settle down long enough to color. Sam decided that coloring was dull, but collecting was better. </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-5805381286572659318?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-25563666342038066492008-06-29T18:35:00.001-05:002008-06-29T18:50:21.436-05:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGgen7HzpsI/AAAAAAAAABk/HwB5mr4nyRk/s1600-h/good-plenty_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217453839542888130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGgen7HzpsI/AAAAAAAAABk/HwB5mr4nyRk/s200/good-plenty_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>I have a bit of a problem with my addiction to candy. I can easily decline any dessert item or ice cream treat offered to me, but candy...well, it's a bit of an obsession. </div><br /><div></div><div>My current favorite candy item is chocolate covered gummy bears, found at a little fancy candy/ice cream shop near work (very very dangerous, this is). There seems to be an unfounded hatred toward this sweet treat and really, fine by me. I love eating misundersood candy because then I can offer it up without actually having to share.</div><br /><div></div><div>Some other favorites include Good and Plenty licorice candies and Hot Tamales, especially if they are mixed together in a baggie (one of these, one of those, you get the picture...yes, I have systems for candy consumption). When I was nursing my boys, a quart sized Ziploc bag was a requirement at all times. In fact, all of the first pictures of me with them probably featured the bag in the background. And, I just read that Good and Plenty candy was first produced by the Quaker City Confection Company in Philadelphia in 1893 and is the oldest branded candy in the United States. See, now I feel like a part of history, really.</div><div> </div><div>Now, I gotta go...my blood sugar's getting a bit low.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-2556366634203806649?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-930609910711052242008-06-29T10:01:00.001-05:002008-06-30T13:14:08.810-05:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGkiQHxvO_I/AAAAAAAAACE/cMJtZbIUaE8/s1600-h/sandbox.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739303646346226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGkiQHxvO_I/AAAAAAAAACE/cMJtZbIUaE8/s320/sandbox.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>I am a scent oriented person. My mood and my world is determined by the scents around me. So let's meet the Sniffers...The Sniffers are two little boys (aka MY boys) named Jake and Sam. Jake's 3 going on 13 and Sam's 1 going on 38. My little Sniffers share the moniker because of their unique scent, which is a combination of clean laundry, vanilla milk, sunshine, dirt, sunscreen and naps. In others words, home. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-93060991071105224?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085963586799831408.post-47260513173260011362008-06-28T22:27:00.000-05:002008-06-28T22:28:47.714-05:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGcBUyGQm7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EYdVop-mXMc/s1600-h/Audrey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217140149889047474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TSgnPHjrUk0/SGcBUyGQm7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EYdVop-mXMc/s320/Audrey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This picture encapsulates everything I want to be: thin, stylish, and most importantly, traveling!</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085963586799831408-4726051317326001136?l=essentialsuperfluous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teenoreply@blogger.com0