<?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-3958170248353467731</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:09:46.272-05:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='going green'/><category term='school'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='learning'/><category term='Run for Cure'/><category term='photography'/><category term='food'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='healthier'/><title type='text'>My Life I Live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1052432119166198251</id><published>2012-01-15T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:48:34.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cooking Lessons</title><summary type='text'>I have been trying to figure out how to get Em interested in
trying new food.  So I was thinking about
enrolling her in cooking lessons. 
Actually I have been thinking about it since the summer and have talk to
Em about it too.  It just never happens,
until now.  During the Christmas break I
signed Em up for a cooking class through the city. They do some cooking, a
craft or two and games.  It was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1052432119166198251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1052432119166198251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1052432119166198251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1052432119166198251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/cooking-lessons.html' title='Cooking Lessons'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8579210111185256244</id><published>2012-01-11T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:15:03.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><summary type='text'>First off, does anyone know where 2011 went?  Every year seems to go faster and faster.  What is 2012 going to bring us?  I am hoping a lot more smiles, time together and happiness.  

I have been thinking about it for a bit now.  What are my personal goals going to be this year.  Well one that continues from year to year is working on eating healthier.  To keep eliminating as much as possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8579210111185256244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8579210111185256244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8579210111185256244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8579210111185256244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4110011359435780777</id><published>2011-11-24T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:21:33.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Craziness of December</title><summary type='text'>So with December fast approaching and this coming weekend being my last one off, it is time to start preparing.  Preparing for the craziness of that comes with the month of December.  Yes I have to get ready and organized for Christmas, but that is not all.  See I work full time in retail and come December my hours become very well wonky.  

About now I sit down and look at mine, Hubby's, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4110011359435780777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4110011359435780777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4110011359435780777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4110011359435780777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/craziness-of-december.html' title='Craziness of December'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1599576014836059636</id><published>2011-11-20T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:21:50.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Want Season</title><summary type='text'>Everyday at work I hear it, especially this time of the year.  "I want...,." "I got to have..." and so on from children, teens and even adults.  I have noticed it more with Emma this year too.  I find with Emma getting older and more influence from schoolmates the "list" gets longer.  I decided a change was needed, after an evening of listening to Emma tell us what she wants while looking at a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1599576014836059636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1599576014836059636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1599576014836059636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1599576014836059636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/want-season.html' title='The Want Season'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6968858329525774496</id><published>2011-11-04T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:55:29.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lunchbox Struggles</title><summary type='text'>Ok I know every parent with a school age child deals with this struggle.  What to send in the lunchbox?  Long gone are the days of peanut butter sandwiches.  Which is understandable for the safety of the children with a nut allergy.  So what to send?  

It has become even harder with a picky child that easily gets bored with food too.  I was sending ham sandwiches and bagels.  Always with a side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6968858329525774496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6968858329525774496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6968858329525774496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6968858329525774496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/lunchbox-struggles.html' title='Lunchbox Struggles'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2104991840133185881</id><published>2011-10-22T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:39:40.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><summary type='text'>
When I was off a couple of weeks ago I was started to get back into photography.  It is a passion of mine, sometimes I wish it was more.  I would love to spend more of my time doing it.  Maybe even one day to make a living doing photography or selling my photos.  



Here are a couple pictures I have recently taken.









</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2104991840133185881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2104991840133185881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2104991840133185881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2104991840133185881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-i-was-off-couple-of-weeks-ago-i.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7UfN4ZTMA4/TqNR1b7VsUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GFOid4s5PYA/s72-c/P1060353edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1123257989260099058</id><published>2011-10-07T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:17:27.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Goodness</title><summary type='text'>One of my favourite things about Autumn is the the fresh fruit and vegetables that are available.  The apples, squashes, and of course the pumpkins.

I love being able to pick an apple right off the tree. Nothing taste better.  Well maybe apple cider.  We can not keep apple cider in our house.  I usually buy at least four jugs at a time.  One in the fridge and the rest in the freezer.  Hopefully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1123257989260099058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1123257989260099058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1123257989260099058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1123257989260099058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-my-favourite-things-about-autumn.html' title='Autumn Goodness'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8543742334314740755</id><published>2011-10-04T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:59:27.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthier'/><title type='text'>Finding Myself</title><summary type='text'>So I am half away through my holidays and well I do not want them to end.  I feel alive.  I am able to work through the pain better.  Actually almost ignore the pain. You may wonder what I have done different... Well I stop and took time to do something I like.

I drop Em off at school and head out.  Head out to do some photography.  I do not spend the whole morning doing it, but just an hour or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8543742334314740755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8543742334314740755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8543742334314740755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8543742334314740755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-myself.html' title='Finding Myself'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1285917001982191764</id><published>2011-09-30T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:58:21.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run for Cure'/><title type='text'>Run For The Cure `11</title><summary type='text'>








This Sunday is the CIBC Run for the Cure.  I had to make a hard decission and this is the first year that Emma and I will not participating in it. I am very dissappointed we will not be able to do it.  Really the only reason we are not doing it is my health.  I couldn't guarentee that I would feel up to doing the walk.  So I decided to leave it for this year and start planning for next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1285917001982191764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1285917001982191764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1285917001982191764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1285917001982191764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/run-for-cure-11.html' title='Run For The Cure `11'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FVVpYiYepU/SMHt95oIy3I/AAAAAAAAABM/G_PsVbF4fnw/s72-c/pink+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-397033100841872421</id><published>2011-09-16T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:25:07.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>Yes I know I said I was going to try and do a post at least once a week...and well looking at the dates it has been two long months since I posted anything.  It is funny I wanted this blog to be about my life as a mom and about me, that reason is one of the reasons I have not been writing anything.  I believe I mention a couple posts back that I am dealing with some health issues.  That is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/397033100841872421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=397033100841872421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/397033100841872421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/397033100841872421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SS2tw8mcT4/TnNaTqmPkpI/AAAAAAAAAas/t7vCqUv2nNU/s72-c/emschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4765779184559331879</id><published>2011-07-17T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:55:50.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Learning</title><summary type='text'>This summer I decided to keep up Em's learning.  Usually I try during the school year to have her do some extra learning.  But with the last couple of months it got away from it.  We started up again this past week, slowly.  So starting this week I am we are going to go more gun hoe.  Not saying I am going to have her do learning all day.  It is Em's summer vacation, I don't want her spend her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4765779184559331879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4765779184559331879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4765779184559331879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4765779184559331879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-learning.html' title='Summer Learning'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8364604955189904791</id><published>2011-07-01T23:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:27:39.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day 2011</title><summary type='text'>Seens of Canada Day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8364604955189904791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8364604955189904791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8364604955189904791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8364604955189904791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/canada-day-2011.html' title='Canada Day 2011'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMRuclmyj_s/Tg6Nv-PQTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_qe8Emvf_k0/s72-c/P1060064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-419796638547364390</id><published>2011-06-29T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:31:09.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthier'/><title type='text'>First Step</title><summary type='text'>Ok so after my mistake and taking a couple of days to absorb everything.  I made a decision.  It is time to make some changes in my life. I know I have try to do this before and well basically failed. So what may you ask is different this time. Well I think I finally have the drive to actually do it.  Actually I do not have a choice if I want to be able to live my life the way I want.  For over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/419796638547364390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=419796638547364390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/419796638547364390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/419796638547364390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-step.html' title='First Step'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8274609177249191912</id><published>2011-06-27T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:25:23.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake</title><summary type='text'>So I finally listen to my hubby and got myself in to see the doctor.  Don't get me wrong I know it had to be done, but with everything else going on I didn't have time.  Typical me, no time for myself.  Also I had this weird feeling what he was going to say and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know it.  I was right.  It is not life threatening, but rather life changing.  The doctor didn't come out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8274609177249191912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8274609177249191912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8274609177249191912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8274609177249191912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4790292106827696457</id><published>2011-06-12T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:16:28.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy/Overwhelming Month</title><summary type='text'>When I started back up on the blog I promise to myself that I would at least do one post a week if not two.  Before I continue with this post I am not looking for sympathy or anything.  I just can not believe all that has happen in the past month.At the beginning of May my husband went in for surgery.  When he was getting admitted for the surgery the power went out.  Locking his file and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4790292106827696457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4790292106827696457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4790292106827696457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4790292106827696457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/crazyoverwhelming-month.html' title='Crazy/Overwhelming Month'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1946865561813397147</id><published>2011-04-30T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:34:43.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Storm of 2011</title><summary type='text'>So if you live anywhere in southern Ontario you either experience or heard about the wind storm that happen Thursday.  On Thursday I personally experience so many different emotions.When I was driving to work a branch feel just about a foot or two in front of my car.  And that scared the... well you know out of me.  We lost three trees at our complex to the wind, also didn't get power until 7pm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1946865561813397147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1946865561813397147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1946865561813397147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1946865561813397147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/wind-storm-of-2011.html' title='Wind Storm of 2011'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2353914748491127815</id><published>2011-03-29T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:28:52.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lovely Blog Award</title><summary type='text'>Last night I came home to find a nice surprise.  I was nominated for One Lovely Blog Award.  It was a nice surprise after a ho hum of a day at work.  I want to thank Mama_Bfor the nomination.  A lovely woman I meet awhile back in the land of Twitter.I really like this award.  You get to learn about different bloggers you may follow.  And find new ones to follow.  For instance the one that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2353914748491127815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2353914748491127815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2353914748491127815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2353914748491127815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-lovely-blog-award.html' title='One Lovely Blog Award'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7VUg_mA6DM/TZHjCf--O-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/mEeSWqWEAoQ/s72-c/One_Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-349761988543656678</id><published>2011-03-27T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:42:41.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going green'/><title type='text'>Filter vs. Bottle</title><summary type='text'>Filter water versus bottle water. The message that is out there that filter tap water is better then bottle water.  It means less bottles that end up in the land fill.  Which I agree with, the less that goes in the land fill better.  So why may you asked my Brita pitcher is in the cupboard and I have four cases of water on my kitchen floor?  Here it is all do with the taste of our tap water.  Our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/349761988543656678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=349761988543656678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/349761988543656678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/349761988543656678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/filter-vs-bottle.html' title='Filter vs. Bottle'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6637258400107573592</id><published>2011-03-18T09:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:52:40.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Signs of Spring</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Em and I were at my parents' house.  Em took me around the garden to show me what has started to grow.  She is getting really excited about spring coming.  Here is some pictures of some of our finds.  I thought you may enjoy some signs of spring.     It is nice to see some green coming out of the dirt.     We also found these.  Any ideas what they are?Emma thought they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6637258400107573592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6637258400107573592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6637258400107573592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6637258400107573592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/signs-of-spring_3626.html' title='Signs of Spring'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJFW5RFnvXw/TYNigsGII_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/QsPdKzgTOkg/s72-c/P1050559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2592780431471954117</id><published>2011-03-17T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:27:33.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><summary type='text'>I'm not going to preach about going green, because we are not perfect. But I want to become better at it.  What we do to the environment does not just effect us, but what about our children, grandchildren, and our great grandchildren.  Shouldn't we make the world a better place for them.  This is my thought process.  We recycle.  I will admit that green bin is hit and miss for us.  When we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2592780431471954117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2592780431471954117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2592780431471954117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2592780431471954117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8595191059635458779</id><published>2011-03-06T08:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:33:51.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mother Nature</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mother Nature,  I understand you have a lot to do, but come on.  Don't get me wrong I do appreciate what you do. But last night I went to bed it was pouring rain, I wake up to snow.  Snow really?  I love snow but it is getting a little ho hum.  So much white, grey, and brown.  I know it is not spring yet, but it would be nice to see signs of spring soon.  No more snow please. Just more views</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8595191059635458779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8595191059635458779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8595191059635458779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8595191059635458779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-mother-nature_06.html' title='Dear Mother Nature'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFmJELirBEM/TXOLvpTPv1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/46nuNPVmAfw/s72-c/blossoms2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2835989641347915531</id><published>2011-03-03T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:50:50.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on the Fence</title><summary type='text'>     Ok so for the last few months I have been sitting on a fence. I have been trying to decide if I am going to keep doing this blog or just remove it. If I keep it what direction I'm going to go, leave it kind of all over the place or make it have more a direction/purpose. The other factor is time. Like most Moms time seems to not be on my side. Also if I keep doing the blog it would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2835989641347915531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2835989641347915531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2835989641347915531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2835989641347915531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sitting-on-fence.html' title='Sitting on the Fence'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gAIOdwuUhvs/TW_w5S5IphI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-J417thhQbw/s72-c/whitefence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1053742057866208769</id><published>2010-12-12T07:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T07:35:27.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has December Gone?</title><summary type='text'>I can not believe it is two weeks until Christmas already. Where has time gone. I almost feel like a panic come over me. Not because I have to do shopping, I have been done that for a little while now. Well I have to pick up a couple of gift certificates but that is it. But the thing is I have so much to do at home and I am running out of time.  This time of year we have a couple people that stop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1053742057866208769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1053742057866208769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1053742057866208769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1053742057866208769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-has-december-gone.html' title='Where Has December Gone?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-5968355224537376464</id><published>2010-10-31T16:29:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:37:05.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>Emma in her costume of Princess and The Frog.Hope Everyone has a good and safe HalloweenAnd don't forget to get a lot of CANDY!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5968355224537376464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=5968355224537376464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5968355224537376464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5968355224537376464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/TM3TFSfN_5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5CazS-QRQgU/s72-c/P1050190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3671510878056609280</id><published>2010-10-29T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:46:08.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Learned</title><summary type='text'>So as I sit here on my typical Friday night, enjoying the quietness, and thinking about the week past all I can do is smile. Yes I didn't have the complete stress free week, but that is ok. Yes I didn't get everything done I wanted too, but that is ok. There is one thing I did get to do and only focus on that. I was a Mom. Okay I know I am always a Mom, but this past week that is all I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3671510878056609280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3671510878056609280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3671510878056609280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3671510878056609280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-have-learn.html' title='What I Have Learned'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4110835650997203531</id><published>2010-10-28T07:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:26:13.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teens</title><summary type='text'>Ok before I get going with this post, I just want to say that I am not saying all teenagers are this way. I know teenagers that do not act this way. It was just I could not believe how many encounters I came across yesterday. And it is not always teenagers that are guilty of this, sometimes it is adults too. As I am about to type this I feel like I am turning into one of those adults that don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4110835650997203531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4110835650997203531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4110835650997203531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4110835650997203531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/teens.html' title='Teens'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7114264035606452955</id><published>2010-10-24T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:51:19.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Whole Week</title><summary type='text'>Yes that is right I am taking one whole week of holidays this week. Believe me I am looking forward to it. It is not that I am going away or just spending my days relaxing doing nothing. I am spending my week catching up on things, getting organized and ready for the month of December. So I guess it is not really holidays at all. I feel like this is my last chance to get back to being organized (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7114264035606452955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7114264035606452955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7114264035606452955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7114264035606452955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-whole-week.html' title='One Whole Week'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7599427806841107424</id><published>2010-10-20T18:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:39:11.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Style</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel like I'm being judge for what I let Em do and not do. I know I'm not the only one out there that feels judge sometimes. So I have been trying to think what kind of parent I am. I know I'm not a strick, rules, rules, schedules, routine kind of parent. But I'm not a parent that lets the child do what they want when they want and give them everything they want. I hope I'm balanced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7599427806841107424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7599427806841107424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7599427806841107424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7599427806841107424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/parenting-style.html' title='Parenting Style'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2236547203356192092</id><published>2010-10-18T22:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:33:11.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Decision</title><summary type='text'>My Hubby and I had to make a hard decision. Whether to keep Em's kitten or not. Actually the decision part was easy the when, how and telling Em was the hard part.About a month after we got Sparkles he started to attack Em. Mostly grabbing her leg with his paws. We too it as he was trying to play with her. About a month later he was starting to scratch and bite her, myself and even my parents. So</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2236547203356192092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2236547203356192092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2236547203356192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2236547203356192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/tough-decision.html' title='A Tough Decision'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4543369420603459589</id><published>2010-10-14T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:00:06.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkinville</title><summary type='text'>This saturday I am planning on taking Em to the 22nd annual Pumpkinville at Happy Rolph's. Em has gone a couple of times before, but I have always had to work that weekend. Well not this time. I love going to this kind of thing with Em. They are usually so much fun.There is scarecrow building contest; pumpkin carving contest; pony rides; trackless train; Mad Science Halloween Show; The Smudge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4543369420603459589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4543369420603459589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4543369420603459589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4543369420603459589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkinville.html' title='Pumpkinville'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3220470973464764691</id><published>2010-10-13T21:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:41:42.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>So I am here writing at 9:16pm instead of figuring out what to eat. Yes this is a typical Wednesday or Thursday for me. Lets take a look at today. Today I worked my usual short shift. The kind of shift that just interrupts your day enough that nothing gets done. So by the time I get up, Em up, breakfast, shower, it is time to get going and get Em to my parents. Emma eats lunch at my parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3220470973464764691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3220470973464764691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3220470973464764691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3220470973464764691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-another-wednessday.html' title='Just another Wednesday'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6939064922945353035</id><published>2010-10-11T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:47:54.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. I hope that everyone is enjoying the beautiful weather this weekend.Yesterday was dinner at the parents', today is at my father-in-laws. A true holiday for us of jumping from one family house to another. I was just happy that Em and I could spend some nice quiet time on Friday together. We went to the parkway along the Niagara River and discover a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6939064922945353035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6939064922945353035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6939064922945353035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6939064922945353035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6125572530858209251</id><published>2010-10-03T16:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:27:28.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CIBC Run for the Cure 2010</title><summary type='text'>I want to start off and thank everyone that donated to Emma and I this year. Em ended with $400 and I ended with $220. This being our third year doing the run you have helped us surpass our goal of $400 between the two of us.With that said today was the wettest and coldest Run for a Cure we have participated in. It was so amazing to see how many people still came out. The St. Catharines Standard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6125572530858209251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6125572530858209251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6125572530858209251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6125572530858209251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/cibc-run-for-cure-2010.html' title='CIBC Run for the Cure 2010'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/TKj0GOpF06I/AAAAAAAAAXI/UTDNorjYVso/s72-c/P1050030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8543324116836207830</id><published>2010-09-12T07:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:58:22.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of New Websites</title><summary type='text'>Probably like most moms I am alsways looking for new recipes or ideas for meals. I love finding new websites that I can get recipes from.This website is neat, it has a little bit of everything. It has menu ideas, recipes, and eatting local. The best part it is a Canadian site. http://www.soscuisine.com/Thank you Sandra for finding this website and passing it on.And this site I came across looking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8543324116836207830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8543324116836207830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8543324116836207830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8543324116836207830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/couple-of-new-websites.html' title='Couple of New Websites'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-584525866712291591</id><published>2010-08-29T07:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:28:19.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrow Fair Cookbook</title><summary type='text'>This week I came across an article about Harrow Fair Cookbook and the authors. This cookbook was inspired by Harrow's annual fair, the recipes you may find there and the local produce. Is written by a pair of sisters, Lori Elstone and Moria Sanders, along with their cousin, Beth Goslin Maloney. This cookbook is full of recipes that are past down from generations of families. That is what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/584525866712291591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=584525866712291591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/584525866712291591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/584525866712291591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/harrow-fair-cookbook.html' title='Harrow Fair Cookbook'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/THpR0xnJAoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EM-yz9WTEw0/s72-c/HarrowFair_CoverFinal-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4258423365356548943</id><published>2010-08-28T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:28:46.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps For Sophie</title><summary type='text'>The other day a woman and this cute little girl came by my work, looking for donations for a fundraiser. The thing is everything has go through head office. So by the time it would get approve or not it would have been to late. Right now personally I can not help, but I want to post this so that way maybe someone out there can help them.My name is Sophie, and I have Type 1 Diabetes. Over 300,000 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4258423365356548943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4258423365356548943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4258423365356548943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4258423365356548943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/steps-for-sophie.html' title='Steps For Sophie'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7767888455927123582</id><published>2010-08-22T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:06:28.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brocante Lux Fashion and Art Market</title><summary type='text'>Reading the Standard yesterday I came across an article about Brocante Lux Fashion and Art Market. Basically it is a market that will give local artist a chance to show of there stuff.  I started to think I am about supporting local farms, but why not local artist too.  Two main artist the Standard was talking about was Julie Prescesky who makes clothing and accessories.  And Erin Snow who makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7767888455927123582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7767888455927123582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7767888455927123582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7767888455927123582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/brocante-lux-fashion-and-art-market.html' title='Brocante Lux Fashion and Art Market'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-5107502282035381553</id><published>2010-08-19T21:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:15:20.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of the Internet</title><summary type='text'>It is amazing what you can find on the internet. Me personally I use the internet for information. I have a thing about knowledge. I look for recipes; ideas for crafts; ideas for the house. I love to learn. Right now for me is getting info from other Moms. How they handle things; ideas for meals; and what to do with children when they are bored. You see that who list to the right there.. yeah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5107502282035381553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=5107502282035381553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5107502282035381553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5107502282035381553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/land-of-internet.html' title='The Land of the Internet'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-5798440611451563386</id><published>2010-08-17T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:24:52.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did It Go?</title><summary type='text'>Standing at work watching people walk by realizing how little pre-teen, teens, and 20 something girls are wearing. (Please Emma don't wear like that when you get older. I am pleading you) I notice people are doing back to school shopping. Already? Well I guess it is the middle of August. Okay where has the last month and half gone? Actually where has the year gone? It is scary Emma and I are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5798440611451563386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=5798440611451563386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5798440611451563386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5798440611451563386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-did-it-go.html' title='Where Did It Go?'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8045791429835132299</id><published>2010-08-11T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:23:43.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><summary type='text'>So about two weeks ago I picked up Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert for something to read on my breaks. Honestly I heard about the movie (you know the one coming out with Julia Roberts) and I figure I was not going to be able so I picked up the book.  The book is about Elizabeth's journey over a year time in three countries.  Elizabeth explore her passions, her fears, and inner self.  I found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8045791429835132299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8045791429835132299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8045791429835132299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8045791429835132299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/TGKs-2Vp9cI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Iw4sMLjd9gg/s72-c/eatpraylove_000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3951348012113810322</id><published>2010-08-03T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:26:29.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Safety</title><summary type='text'>Please remember water safety this summer.  There has been to many accidents around water this year.  Please do not leave your children unattended around pools or lakes.  I know it seems like command sense, but it just takes a split second for something to happen.  Every time I hear a story of a child being pulled out of a pool my heart breaks.  I am happy that we have Emma in swimming lessons.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3951348012113810322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3951348012113810322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3951348012113810322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3951348012113810322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-safety.html' title='Water Safety'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2471315998801570662</id><published>2010-08-01T20:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:38:55.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy/Fun Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever have a weekend or day(s) off that you feel like you are constantly on the go? I was off for three days this weekend and honestly with how busy I was it felt more like one. Friday Emma and had a picnic play date. By the time that was done we had some earns to do.Saturday lets see Emma and I went to the market, then went to her dance class. Then we had another play date. I did some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2471315998801570662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2471315998801570662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2471315998801570662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2471315998801570662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/busyfun-weekend.html' title='Busy/Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/TFYgIVoGNYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZAHNhLWTsI4/s72-c/P1040738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4962564991759453917</id><published>2010-07-27T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:34:46.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><summary type='text'>After the last post my thoughts have been going none stop.What am I going to do?How can I make this work better?What...On and on. It started very personal, but then turned to Emma. Now I stop and take a deep breathe. It should not be just about me or just Emma, but rather both of us as a whole. In an ideal world I could/would quit my job and be the "Momma" Emma and I want. But it cannot happen at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4962564991759453917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4962564991759453917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4962564991759453917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4962564991759453917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-960540075590880795</id><published>2010-07-24T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:16:30.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Struggles</title><summary type='text'>Last night staring at my blank computer screen, all I could think what was the point of putting up a post. Not like anyone will read it. And with that I think I hit my emotional bottom. I have been secretly dealing with emotional stress/baggage this summer. I know I should not be keeping it in. But hey that is what I do best. I don't need to go into much deal, but the majority of it is to deal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/960540075590880795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=960540075590880795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/960540075590880795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/960540075590880795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-struggles.html' title='Oh The Struggles'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-524444129356168499</id><published>2010-06-24T07:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:14:16.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><summary type='text'>Did you feel the earthquake yesterday?I did. At first I wasn't sure what it was but as I started to realize I was getting nervous. I have felt an earthquake before, but it more felt like a large truck went by. It was something about yesterday. Maybe the fact of the how the keys and key chains were swaying. How I felt the island at work really move and how the sign was really moving. How there was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/524444129356168499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=524444129356168499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/524444129356168499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/524444129356168499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1794845861691171666</id><published>2010-05-15T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:29:13.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Help</title><summary type='text'>I just don't know what to do anymore. I never thought I would be one of those parents. A parent stuck with a picky, will not eat anything new child. When Emma was a baby I made basically all of her baby food. The only thing I did not make was her baby cereal. Emma use to love squash, sweet potato, potato, and apple sauce. She even ate pureed chicken. Back then the only thing she did not like was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1794845861691171666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1794845861691171666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1794845861691171666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1794845861691171666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-help.html' title='I Need Help'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6674615759859425079</id><published>2010-05-09T18:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:00:09.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom by Emma</title><summary type='text'>My mom's name is mom Her eyes are blue obviously get her sense of colours from her fatherand her hair is brownShe is 11 1/2 years old. nice to know I am young in her eyesHer favourite colour is yellowMom likes animalsShe doesn't like beesShe looks pretty when she dresses up I guess that is a hint that I need to dress up moreShe likes to go out to eat at montanas with the moose and mini ice creamI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6674615759859425079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6674615759859425079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6674615759859425079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6674615759859425079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mom-by-emma.html' title='My Mom by Emma'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2625775845030789122</id><published>2010-05-02T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:21:44.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Full of New Things</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Emma and I spent the morning exploring different farmer's markets and Niagara Region country side. After a quick stop at Tim Hortons to pick up a breakfast on the go, we head out. Our first stop was to Linda's stand (treeandtwig). We picked up some blueberry muffins, apple pie, and some bee baron honey. I knew she wouldn't have much to with vegetables right now but I wanted to find out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2625775845030789122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2625775845030789122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2625775845030789122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2625775845030789122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday-full-of-new-things.html' title='Saturday Full of New Things'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4733063424549331327</id><published>2010-04-27T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:55:48.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><summary type='text'>Today you are going to find me sitting on the couch. My poor little girl is sick. So I promise her a relaxing sitting on the couch day. A day of watching movies, drinking a lot of water and juice, eating Popsicles and naps. I will try and get stuff done while she sleeps otherwise I am not expecting a productive day. That is ok I dont mind as long I can keep Emma comfortable. Here is to sick days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4733063424549331327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4733063424549331327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4733063424549331327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4733063424549331327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3100741673709926098</id><published>2010-04-27T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:32:47.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdough Recipe</title><summary type='text'>This is the reciepe we use for playdough for Em's class.  It is so easy I thought I would share it with you.2 1/2 cups of flour1/2 cup of salt1 tablespoon cream of tarter1 pkg of Kool Aid3 tablespoons of oil2 cups of boiling waterCombine dry ingredients. Dilute Kool-Aid in the boiling water and add oil. Add water solution to the dry ingredients and stir. (Caution you may find it easier to use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3100741673709926098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3100741673709926098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3100741673709926098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3100741673709926098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/playdough-recipe.html' title='Playdough Recipe'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-682737605073079488</id><published>2010-04-16T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:58:22.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting..</title><summary type='text'>Jamie Oliver's TED Prize wish: Teach every child about foodIt makes you think.http://www.jamieoliver.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/682737605073079488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=682737605073079488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/682737605073079488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/682737605073079488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting..'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3403008795506995585</id><published>2010-04-15T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:41:28.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Local</title><summary type='text'>We have been trying to be eating more homemade foods for a while now. Not including the month of December we are doing pretty well, but there is always room for improvement. This year I have decided along with making homemade I want to buy local. When you go to the grocery store you can find food from almost everywhere in the world. Which is kind of cool in away, but shouldn’t we support our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3403008795506995585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3403008795506995585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3403008795506995585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3403008795506995585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/eating-local.html' title='Eating Local'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7659048213878288432</id><published>2010-04-12T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:36:48.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling</title><summary type='text'>Not that long ago I was reading an article about homeschooling, and it made me think. Actually I was thinking about homeschooling back when Emma was younger. But there was two factors that made me decide or made the decision for me not to do it. They were socialization and I could not afford to cut back on my work. I have been told by different people that socialization is not really an issue, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7659048213878288432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7659048213878288432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7659048213878288432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7659048213878288432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/homeschooling.html' title='Homeschooling'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1745428877587839655</id><published>2010-04-11T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:56:53.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising an Adventures Outgoing Child</title><summary type='text'>I knew as soon as I saw Emma climbing onto the back of the couch before she could really walk I was in trouble. Or how when she always wanted to be upside down. My husband and I are more on the reserve side not thrill seekers at all. So I am not sure where Emma got it from. As a parent you are suppose to support your child's dreams, but what do you do when your child at the age of four tells you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1745428877587839655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1745428877587839655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1745428877587839655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1745428877587839655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/raising-adventures-outgoing-child.html' title='Raising an Adventures Outgoing Child'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/S8J3ZxcTaFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6pILzJYeAOs/s72-c/decewfalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8066187323934809828</id><published>2010-04-02T05:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:56:51.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Nightmare</title><summary type='text'>Ok so it is 5:30 am and I have been up for an hour and a half. And you may ask why I am up at this crazy hour especially when I wanted to sleep in today. Well Emma had another nightmare. It is so weird she will go the longest of while with out one, but then she will have one every night for like a week. Usually I can get her back to sleep, by either rubbing her back or just even laying in her bed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8066187323934809828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8066187323934809828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8066187323934809828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8066187323934809828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-nightmare.html' title='Another Nightmare'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8523224796709979168</id><published>2010-03-20T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:47:50.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Over</title><summary type='text'>I can not believe how fast this week went. Emma said that she enjoyed her March break, but today she didn't want to do anything. Emma just wanted to relax. I guess she was too busy this week. Towards the end of the week I heard about a couple more things going on around here, that I may try next year. We had some earns to do today and chores. Tomorrow there is swimming lessons and finishing up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8523224796709979168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8523224796709979168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8523224796709979168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8523224796709979168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-over.html' title='Almost Over'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6895969022926124252</id><published>2010-03-19T21:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:09:39.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Bush</title><summary type='text'>I had such a nice day today with Em and my parents we went to a local sugar bush. I found it so informative. They showed you how maple syrup through the ages. I would defiantly would go again. Ok today was the big spender of the week. But I actually didnt mind. Besides the different stations there was face painting; wagon rides; petting farm; sample tasting; pancake house.So here is the break </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6895969022926124252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6895969022926124252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6895969022926124252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6895969022926124252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/sugar-bush.html' title='Sugar Bush'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/S6QqRGcvGVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xgPnPwR2i-k/s72-c/P1030989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8417498125043373755</id><published>2010-03-18T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:27.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last couple of days</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately I was not able to get the whole week off so I could be off with Emma. So Emma spent the last few days with my parents while I was at work. I still kept tabs on what was spent to go with my little challenge to myself. So on Tuesday my parents took Emma to a local indoor playground. Which cost a total of $8.On Wednesday Emma stayed close to their house. My dad took her to the park and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8417498125043373755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8417498125043373755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8417498125043373755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8417498125043373755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-couple-of-days.html' title='The last couple of days'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2437359815680551825</id><published>2010-03-15T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:31:06.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing and Bouncing</title><summary type='text'>Today we took Emma to the one mall for some March break fun. They were offering rock climbing and bounce an play. Emma had so much fun today. I think I have started something with the rock climbing. Total cost $10.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2437359815680551825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2437359815680551825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2437359815680551825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2437359815680551825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-climbing-and-bouncing.html' title='Rock Climbing and Bouncing'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/S57sCWIBliI/AAAAAAAAAUk/a9-TpAtLNIA/s72-c/P1030976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4517282818554193712</id><published>2010-03-13T19:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:40:30.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Break on the Cheap</title><summary type='text'>Not all of us can exscape south for a warm adventure. Or even on a ski/snowboard trip after watching the Olympics. Unfortunately not of all us can afford it and staying around our city is the only option. With this being Emma's first March break I am going to be doing it on a budget. Trying to spend as little to no money. And I don't want to be plopping her in front of the television or computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4517282818554193712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4517282818554193712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4517282818554193712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4517282818554193712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-break-on-cheap.html' title='March Break on the Cheap'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6062926702466506657</id><published>2010-02-14T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:22:34.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I generally do not celebrate Valentine's Day. Never really have. Honestly not by my choice. Every year my husband says "why should I give you flowers, or tell you I love you because someone tells me I have to.". And usually my response is "..well you don't give me flowers any other time". It is not the gifts (even though it would be nice) it is more the time together. I would like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6062926702466506657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6062926702466506657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6062926702466506657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6062926702466506657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-313926405311500201</id><published>2010-01-18T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:25:01.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of the Dark</title><summary type='text'>I think most children go through it. Emma has never been a fan of the dark, but as of the last 6months or so it has gotten worse. Yes the child that is not afraid of trying anything is afraid of the dark. I am not sure what to do. Emma has always had a nightlight and when she goes to bed we leave the hall light on until she gets to sleep. That has always worked then about a year or so ago she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/313926405311500201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=313926405311500201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/313926405311500201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/313926405311500201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/scared-of-dark.html' title='Scared of the Dark'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4844654605222200358</id><published>2010-01-13T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:12:11.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Send Her Or Not</title><summary type='text'>     How do you know if you should keep your child home from school? Okay I know if they have a fever, flu, or any other more server illness. But what about when they have a cold? Do you keep them home or just send them to school?This is what I have been asking myself for the past few days. Monday I kept Emma home because that was the first true day of the cold. She is in JK I didn't want her to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4844654605222200358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4844654605222200358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4844654605222200358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4844654605222200358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i-send-her-or-not.html' title='Should I Send Her Or Not'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/S024grJBEHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CBQxgbaaGzw/s72-c/thermometer' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7780738174101092608</id><published>2010-01-02T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:18:04.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The New Year</title><summary type='text'>This year I decided not to set a New Years Resolution. Every year I make a new year resolution it either back fires or I break it so early in the year. This year I am setting little goals. I know not much different, but maybe if I start small it would work out better in the long run. Like this year I want to make my family more healthy. By making better meals and getting active more. But doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7780738174101092608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7780738174101092608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7780738174101092608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7780738174101092608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-new-year.html' title='In The New Year'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-5185379658209517985</id><published>2009-12-14T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:53:09.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Emma is a Crocodile</title><summary type='text'>Emma had her last swimming lesson of this session on Sunday and she passed. Emma is no longer a sunfish, but now she is a crocodile. I am so proud of her. Swimming is the one passion she seems to have. Last night Emma told me that she wanted to be a lifeguard. See the last 4 lessons of hers there has been training going on for becoming a lifeguard. Emma has been so interested by it. I am so happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5185379658209517985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=5185379658209517985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5185379658209517985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5185379658209517985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-emma-is-crocodile.html' title='Now Emma is a Crocodile'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1056577588157257663</id><published>2009-12-06T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:57:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Christmas Spirit</title><summary type='text'>I love how Emma just loves the holidays, well any holiday. But when it comes to Christmas Emma is not only about the presents. Actually this year she has only asked for a couple of things. Emma is more about the decorating, baking and seeing people. She loves decorating the tree and the house. Baking cookies and making gingerbread houses. And her passion around this time of year is Christmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1056577588157257663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1056577588157257663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1056577588157257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1056577588157257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/12/emmas-christmas-spirit.html' title='Emma&apos;s Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7510316427773880087</id><published>2009-11-27T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:08:22.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><summary type='text'>I was about to write a post, about the struggles I am having trying to mange my time right now. Triing to figure out how to have enough time with Emma, myself, and also keep up the house. I know I am not the only one that struggles with this. But I know lately it feels more of a problem. Anyways, it seem very formular of a post. So I started to look back on my old post and came across </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7510316427773880087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7510316427773880087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7510316427773880087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7510316427773880087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2795510247128983035</id><published>2009-11-27T07:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:50:45.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Got Some Pics</title><summary type='text'>Final got some pictures of the turkey that rules the roast, or rather my parents' neighbourhood.  The pictures do not show his attitude at all. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2795510247128983035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2795510247128983035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2795510247128983035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2795510247128983035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-got-some-pics.html' title='Final Got Some Pics'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Sw_Km_adynI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4ZjUOq3qBvk/s72-c/turkey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1738240760093073346</id><published>2009-11-13T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:17:22.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No One To Blame....</title><summary type='text'>It is funny this year I had so many goals for myself. I wanted to loose weight, become healthier and a happier person. This year felt like I spent the year being angry, annoyed, and generally not happy. You have good attentions at the beginning of the year and then by the end of the year you realize you have done none of it. I wish I could blame someone for it, but I can't. Yes there are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1738240760093073346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1738240760093073346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1738240760093073346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1738240760093073346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-one-to-blame.html' title='No One To Blame....'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-911382703487796897</id><published>2009-10-31T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:46:27.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>Wishing everyone a happy and safe Halloween. Hope everyone has a fun spooky night. Try and not eat to much candy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/911382703487796897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=911382703487796897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/911382703487796897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/911382703487796897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SuyhlIpQibI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YGYhIE3ku5Y/s72-c/P1030562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1687069464112671525</id><published>2009-10-30T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:24:48.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cool Find</title><summary type='text'>On one of my many trips to the drug store to get something to drink I came across a cool book. The old Farmer's Almanac for kids. It has so many interesting facts in it. Information about the moons, astronomy, weather, nature, the enviroment, sports, pets, food, health, and useful things. It not that big of a book but it has so much interesting information in it. I bought it for Emma, I know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1687069464112671525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1687069464112671525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1687069464112671525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1687069464112671525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-find.html' title='A Cool Find'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-8087376599243654922</id><published>2009-10-19T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:21:47.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><summary type='text'>For awhile now I have been hearing about this wild turkey roaming my parents/grandparents neighbourhood. They don't live in the country but actually the city. I have heard of these stories of it stopping traffic, even attacking cars. Actually it even attacked a police car once. I have heard of it chasing people and pets. But with all of these stories I have not seen it personally until recent. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8087376599243654922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=8087376599243654922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8087376599243654922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/8087376599243654922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1764442864260320505</id><published>2009-10-15T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:21:23.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><summary type='text'>Have I mention how much I hate working in the mall. It is not the part of working with the public. Even though sometimes it can have it moments. But rather trying to avoid the temptation of snacking. I realize you can have good snacks, but it is so much easier to find the junk food. I have come to the conclusion that I am an emotional eater. Not always when I am happy or sad, but defiantly when I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1764442864260320505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1764442864260320505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1764442864260320505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1764442864260320505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3734345557173767156</id><published>2009-10-10T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:28:26.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Is Already Starting</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was trying to get Emma to decide what she wanted to wear to school, and I pulled out her Wonder Woman shirt."Why dont you were this today?""I cant" Emma says "They will make fun of me."What, it has already started in JK. Okay I know children will tease and make fun of, but I didnt think it would start this early. Emma didnt want to take the chance of wearing one of her favourite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3734345557173767156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3734345557173767156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3734345557173767156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3734345557173767156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-it-is-already-starting.html' title='And It Is Already Starting'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4857608066175242530</id><published>2009-10-04T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:59:20.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CIBC Run for the Cure</title><summary type='text'>Today Emma and I did the run for the cure. It is a cause that is close to my heart. I have know to many women that had breast cancer. There are to many people out there that know a person that is affected by breast cancer. For me it is raising money to help find a cure, but also to bring awareness too. My plan today was to walk the 1km, but it all depend on Emma. Because I decided not to take the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4857608066175242530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4857608066175242530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4857608066175242530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4857608066175242530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/cibc-run-for-cure.html' title='CIBC Run for the Cure'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SslQcWW38OI/AAAAAAAAATo/eZ2__RVX2xM/s72-c/emma+run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-524771631068569728</id><published>2009-10-01T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:07:29.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><summary type='text'>So I am sitting here watching Private Practice all by myself. Just thinking, thinking about what I have to get done tomorrow. Then all of a sudden I start thinking about how frustrated I am with everything, how I don't have enough time for everything. Emma is asleep, Bill is asleep, and I am all alone by myself. My mind is just racing with thoughts and frustrations. Thinking about how I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/524771631068569728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=524771631068569728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/524771631068569728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/524771631068569728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1715354462761052764</id><published>2009-09-26T16:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:14:02.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape and Wine Festival</title><summary type='text'>Today I took Emma to go watch the Grape and Wine Parade. Oh I am sorry that is what it was called when I was younger, now it is just called the Wine Festival. It seems to have gone from a family event to more an adult event. Well at least they kept the parade. Anyways that was my little vent for the day. Emma really enjoyed the parade, she especially enjoys the marching bands. I think it is all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1715354462761052764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1715354462761052764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1715354462761052764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1715354462761052764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/grape-and-wine-festival.html' title='Grape and Wine Festival'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Sr6Dtwxi-MI/AAAAAAAAATQ/spxrU5yCCSU/s72-c/P1030274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3801827665122387772</id><published>2009-09-25T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:03:51.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><summary type='text'>I think it is time for a new start.  To start this blog again and to start a new chapter in my life.  It was a busy summer and the last few weeks.  It is interesting how one little thing changes in your life and it feels like it is turned upside down.  Emma started school this year and I am having fun trying to balance work, time with Emma, and the house.  It sometimes feels like I get everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3801827665122387772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3801827665122387772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3801827665122387772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3801827665122387772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3267023180209909961</id><published>2009-07-31T08:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:15:32.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><summary type='text'> As Emma’s soccer season has come to an end, I have learned a little bit more about her. It is funny to put your child in organized sport and you learn more about their personality. For instants Emma can be competitive when she wants to be, but for sure she is really hard on herself. Emma will be the first one to put herself down if she cannot do it. It is hard to watch sometimes. Emma is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3267023180209909961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3267023180209909961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3267023180209909961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3267023180209909961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/07/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SnLfypAOHTI/AAAAAAAAATI/0tmMPM1gc8I/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2075319412750362729</id><published>2009-06-30T20:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:46:38.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada</title><summary type='text'> Tomorrow Canadians celebrate 142nd birthday of Canada. Canada Day is similar to Independence Day in the United States. But it is more of a celebration of becoming a country rather our Independence.I have been thinking about it and I think I remember and know about history of the United States then I do of Canada. Well at least somethings. When it comes to prime ministers I know some but not all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2075319412750362729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2075319412750362729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2075319412750362729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2075319412750362729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-canada.html' title='Happy Canada'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Skq_58Bk4VI/AAAAAAAAATA/rUOouIFUD00/s72-c/canada+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1162176016221291793</id><published>2009-06-10T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:48:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Zoo</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we took Emma to the Zoo. This was not her first time, but she is older now and she loved it. Emma just wanted to see everything and so full of questions. It was so nice to see her interest in anything living. Emma was also brave. She was able to do something I would not have been able to. At the zoo we visited they had a tank set up with small sharks and sting rays where the public can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1162176016221291793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1162176016221291793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1162176016221291793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1162176016221291793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-zoo.html' title='At The Zoo'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Si-q0g5ScjI/AAAAAAAAASo/F7J9qAtv3Ss/s72-c/P1020353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3998411859657504613</id><published>2009-06-08T06:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:20:55.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Birthday</title><summary type='text'>It is amazing how much a person can grow and change in a year. Tomorrow is Emma’s birthday, my baby girl is 4. I guess she is not a baby anymore, but forever will be in my heart. I just cannot believe Emma is 4. Where has time gone? She will be starting school in the fall I don’t think I am ready for it.Emma has grown so much as a person this past year. She can be a little monkey, but most of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3998411859657504613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3998411859657504613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3998411859657504613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3998411859657504613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/emma-birthday.html' title='Emma Birthday'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SizllNxMxzI/AAAAAAAAASg/JAOY-E_GYCs/s72-c/P1020115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3955669035865046388</id><published>2009-06-01T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:29:40.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Craziness</title><summary type='text'>So I am sitting here on my computer typing away and just mental thinking about everything that is going on for the next week.  Actually the next month.  June is just a crazy month in general, but this one seems even more so.  We have at least one birthday a week and one week that has three.  Just craziness.  But also this month my husband is having surgery and Emma is going to see special dentist</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3955669035865046388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3955669035865046388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3955669035865046388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3955669035865046388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-craziness.html' title='Here Comes The Craziness'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7864032940632388970</id><published>2009-05-19T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:34:13.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to share</title><summary type='text'>Here are some pictures from the last couple of days I wanted to post for your viewing pleasure. My hubby looking out at the creek, behind my in-laws farm. Trillium Emma's sunflower getting ready to bloom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7864032940632388970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7864032940632388970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7864032940632388970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7864032940632388970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-wanted-to-share.html' title='Just wanted to share'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/ShNPRH_5AOI/AAAAAAAAASY/3KHa-O-xNlQ/s72-c/P1010995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1506508400781477365</id><published>2009-05-15T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:24:25.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting Home</title><summary type='text'>I am watching a documentary called The Farah Fawcett story.  It is one that she had filmed with family and friends about her cancer. It is sad and it is sort of hitting home. In my young life I have know only a few people that had cancer.  It is unfortunate to say that some did not survive the fight.  I personally I think it is a terrible thing to have.  The people that have it and fight it are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1506508400781477365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1506508400781477365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1506508400781477365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1506508400781477365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/hitting-home.html' title='Hitting Home'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1295417437506791032</id><published>2009-05-14T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:35:35.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready</title><summary type='text'>I think I am not ready to send Emma a lone into this big world of ours.  Yeah I know she is only going to JK, but it is to do with recent news stories.  The stories make me a little nervous.The one story I heard about was someone(s) had taped razor blades to playground equipment at a Hamilton elementary school.  Fortunately no child was hurt, but that is because city workers found them before the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1295417437506791032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1295417437506791032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1295417437506791032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1295417437506791032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7834530172613591596</id><published>2009-05-10T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:58:55.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>Hope all the Mother's out there have a good day and enjoy the day with their families.  Time spent together and appreciating everyone is what this holiday is about, or should be about.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7834530172613591596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7834530172613591596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7834530172613591596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7834530172613591596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2713794875897304665</id><published>2009-05-06T06:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:55:15.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma and Bill's Little Project</title><summary type='text'>Little project Emma and Bill did together last night.  Yes they have built bigger, but it was not always better.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2713794875897304665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2713794875897304665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2713794875897304665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2713794875897304665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-and-bills-little-project.html' title='Emma and Bill&apos;s Little Project'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SgFrqnmPYSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rC9IEASzb3E/s72-c/P1010819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4125206235823656816</id><published>2009-05-05T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:10:48.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only At My Work</title><summary type='text'>So about a month ago I sold this $10 watch to this "gentleman". For the last few weeks he has been coming back with "problems" with the watch. Mostly the pin in the band keeps coming out. My manager and myself have fixed it many of times. So last week he was in 4 times, Monday was twice in one day. I fixed the watch myself once on Monday, gave the band a good tug to make sure it would stay in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4125206235823656816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4125206235823656816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4125206235823656816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4125206235823656816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-at-my-work.html' title='Only At My Work'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-9125486399178007758</id><published>2009-05-04T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:10:04.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Learned</title><summary type='text'>I am finally done reading the 100 mile diet and the last show is next weekend. So what have I learned? Would I do the 100 mile diet? Let me answer the second question first. Maybe in part I would do the 100 mile diet. I think it would play into how I do not want to eat or use processed foods or pre-packaged foods. I personally do not see my family doing the 100 mile diet, well at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9125486399178007758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=9125486399178007758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/9125486399178007758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/9125486399178007758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-have-learned.html' title='What I Have Learned'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Sf7pJeWOZrI/AAAAAAAAARE/1HBmbQ8EZM8/s72-c/100diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4548871920345438232</id><published>2009-05-03T12:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:21:22.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><summary type='text'>Okay I know I said that Autumn and Winter is my favourite time of the year. But I also like Spring and well summer too. Actually there is different things I like about all seasons. Well now that it is Spring, I think about how everything seems new, refreshed, and clean. I love the smell of the flowers, blooms on the trees, and grass. Even though they aggravate my allergies. The crab apple tree's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4548871920345438232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4548871920345438232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4548871920345438232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4548871920345438232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Sf4mrCjznnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kBguzwdc3Rc/s72-c/P1010749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-2624591669442292705</id><published>2009-04-22T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:13:28.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day</title><summary type='text'>So have you stop and thought about how we can conserve earth for another generation. It is what Earth Day is about. A day designed to inspire awareness and appreciation for the Earth’s environment. It is about stopping and thinking of our effects on our world. How we can preserve the planet for generations to come. We may not see the effects of how we live on the world in our life time, but maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2624591669442292705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=2624591669442292705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2624591669442292705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/2624591669442292705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/Se_Aoimq-HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r-ffj5_60JI/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-7532180644567407264</id><published>2009-04-19T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:28:57.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><summary type='text'>I have always thought I would like to move to the country, but the other day I was think somewhere else.  The other night Emma and I was walking to the corner store (sorry lets clarify that I was walking Emma was in her wagon).  I started to think it would be nice to have a market close to us that we could walk to.  Yes we do live in walking distance of two supermarkets, but I meant more like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7532180644567407264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=7532180644567407264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7532180644567407264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/7532180644567407264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6674283367433038595</id><published>2009-04-15T08:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:03:13.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are Still Growing</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend Emma and I re-potted our seedlings.  It went pretty good, not to much dirt on the floor.Seedlings before they were re-pottedThe pots we usedThe soil we used.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6674283367433038595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6674283367433038595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6674283367433038595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6674283367433038595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-are-still-growing.html' title='They Are Still Growing'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SeXV318tz3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/w6UKTijUqD4/s72-c/P1010658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3856106341939309661</id><published>2009-04-15T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:12:44.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><summary type='text'>It is funny the previous blog is mostly about me looking inward for personal strength.  But it also applies to some of my relationships I have with people I know.  It is funny how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.  But sometimes I feel the only true honest relationship I have is with Emma. Can of sad I did not say my husband, my parents or even myself.  It is just how I feel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3856106341939309661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3856106341939309661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3856106341939309661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3856106341939309661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-5926086888492299000</id><published>2009-04-14T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:39:25.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me</title><summary type='text'>Please help me find strength.Strength to help me understand what I do not.Please help me find tolerance. So I can tolerate situations better.Please help me feel appreciated.Even though the words are not spoken.Please help me feel love.Even though I feel alone.Please help me find acceptance.So that way I can accept myself.Please help me find me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5926086888492299000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=5926086888492299000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5926086888492299000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/5926086888492299000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-me.html' title='Help Me'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-4326108330687379302</id><published>2009-04-11T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:55:13.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time With My Baby Girl</title><summary type='text'>I love spending time with my baby girl. I will do anything just to spend time with her. Unfortunally with everything going on our time together is too far in between. I wish I could spend more time with her every day, but it just does not happen. So this week has been very special to me. I have been able to spend more time with her. Wednesday Emma and I went out for dinner. Then Thursday Bill, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4326108330687379302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=4326108330687379302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4326108330687379302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/4326108330687379302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-with-my-baby-girl.html' title='Time With My Baby Girl'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SeFJ4aLlnZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qG93nOO6KLc/s72-c/emmaandI2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-6910080340254781032</id><published>2009-04-10T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:57:39.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Well another holiday is upon us again, time to spend with the family.  Personally the one thing I do not like about holidays is the running around from house to house to see family members.  Do not get me wrong I love my family it just feels so crazy.  Just one holiday I would like to just relax.  Actually if I had the room I would not mind to have people over at my house.  Have a dinner or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6910080340254781032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=6910080340254781032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6910080340254781032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/6910080340254781032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-3156004533162716124</id><published>2009-04-08T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:59:23.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist Visit</title><summary type='text'>Today was Emma's dentist appointment.  Emma did really well, she sat in the chair open her mouth for the dentist.  I was pleasantly surprise how well behave she was.  I thought she would have been scared and would not cooperate.  But the results were another story.  I new about her chip tooth and one cavity, but that is not the end.  Emma has a total of 5 yes I said 5 cavities.  I was surprised.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3156004533162716124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=3156004533162716124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3156004533162716124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/3156004533162716124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentist-visit.html' title='The Dentist Visit'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3958170248353467731.post-1868829827368626418</id><published>2009-04-07T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:05:22.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Mall</title><summary type='text'>With how slow work has become you can not help becoming a people watcher.  I work in a kiosk so basically in the middle of the mall watching people.  This is all I do when it is dead.  You get to know who works in the mall, who is wasting time and who is actually shopping.  Watch all the teenagers try to act cool in front of their friends.  See most of the teenage earl 20 something girls dress as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1868829827368626418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3958170248353467731&amp;postID=1868829827368626418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1868829827368626418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3958170248353467731/posts/default/1868829827368626418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilarybowslaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-in-mall.html' title='Working in the Mall'/><author><name>Hilary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050478681865362232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72QVVFVsKvo/SLIWPDpjBXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w4bVoCuH-dE/S220/hilary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
