<?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-2877879201593599565</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:00:54.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polizzi Scoop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-582675633090077885</id><published>2008-10-25T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:17:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically Correct</title><content type='html'>Hey Mariella, who do you want to be the next president?&lt;br /&gt;..."Barack Obama"....&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ryan, who do you want to be the next president?&lt;br /&gt;..."Spongebob Squarepants!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella: "Mommy, why is Bush such a bad president? What did he do?"... (long conversation follows)...&lt;br /&gt;Ryan interjects..."you know why he is so bad? He is going to destroy this town and run us out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella asks Ryan what he wants to be when he grows up..."nothing Mariella"..."well Ryan, I am going to be a veterinarian working in a hospital, do you want to do that with me?"..."sure"... "or Ryan, you could be president!"...."NO WAY," says Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-582675633090077885?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/582675633090077885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=582675633090077885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/582675633090077885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/582675633090077885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/10/politically-correct.html' title='Politically Correct'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-1766843641775681739</id><published>2008-03-29T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:16:16.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite nite</title><content type='html'>I had a headband on that was reversible and the side showing was a white background with small black polka dots. I took it off and Mariella turned it inside out and looked at the black side with white polka dots and said, "Look Ma, it's nocturnal".......... Her lights are on baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-1766843641775681739?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/1766843641775681739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=1766843641775681739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1766843641775681739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1766843641775681739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/03/nite-nite.html' title='Nite nite'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-8783041826151886892</id><published>2008-03-28T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:07:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Shotgun</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the emails requesting more funnies! So here is a short list from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was restless and I went to sleep with Ryan in his new big boy bed (a twin whoohoo) and I told him the next day that I was in his bed for a little while and he said "show me how you were sleeping" and I did. So he said "Well you're gonna have to do it again tonight, I gotta see this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tending to Ryan's very dry/cracked lips and I said to Joe "I have to find a way to get rid of this" and Mariella says, "Why don't you go on how-to-heal-lips.com" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was painting and I said "Oh be careful, you're leaning into the paint and it's getting on your shirt" and he responed with, "Mommy I wouldn't be an artist if I didn't get dirty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was starting in with Mariella and she said (in an English accent) "Girls don't start fights" It was a quote from the Aristocats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had a caulk gun out and Ryan saw it and his eyes bugged out an he said, full of expression, "Daddy, What is THIS? This is the BEST tool you EVER had!"  (Ryan loves lots of tools, trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella is doing so well reading, she breezes through level 1 and 2 books now and we are so proud. The other day the kids were upstairs playing and they ended up on Mariella's bed and she was reading to Ryan.  It continued for about 15minutes and I just sat listening with a little bit of tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, when I am writing emails, she is next to me reading them saying "why are you writing_______"  HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were in the car and Ryan said "that's it, I'm gonna drive the car and Mariella, you are gonna sit next to me and turn on the music"  What's that Ryan, Mariella's Shotgun?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-8783041826151886892?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/8783041826151886892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=8783041826151886892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8783041826151886892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8783041826151886892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-shotgun.html' title='I got Shotgun'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-984495567111878527</id><published>2008-03-04T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:16:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Hide a Key!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I locked myself out of the house and we do not have a hide-a-key!  The worst part is that I was leaving to pick up the kids from preschool and didn't even have my car keys. I panicked then called Joe, the school, Erinn and mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe rushed over, good thing he was on a bridge that was only 15 minutes away, let me in, while he snickered, and then I was off to pick up the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the school and Erinn had the kids in her car having fun :) When Mariella heard why I didn't show up, she said "I can't believe Mommy did that!" I know Mariella will not let me live this down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I asked her how she felt about what happened and she said "it was exasperating!" Then she proceeded to tell me, while spreading her peanut butter on her sandwich, "you know, SpongeBob keeps a key under his front door mat in case he gets locked out, I think you should do that!"  Out of the mouths of babes.  Ryan on the other hand said, "I didn't mind it at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a long story short...here's a link Rob sent to me (a mere two hours after the fact) explaining that my birthday is coming up soon... &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smarthome.com/81001pl.html?src=WG1010386&amp;amp;gclid=CMKazqqL9JECFSK9FQodIltmwQ"&gt;http://www.smarthome.com/81001pl.html?src=WG1010386&amp;amp;gclid=CMKazqqL9JECFSK9FQodIltmwQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-984495567111878527?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/984495567111878527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=984495567111878527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/984495567111878527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/984495567111878527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/03/must-hide-key.html' title='Must Hide a Key!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-6901819347820562980</id><published>2008-01-26T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:05:27.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Family &amp; Fun</title><content type='html'>Froot Loops on sale at ShopRite...so I buy a box, what the heck! Mariella decided that they are too sweet and doesn't know why Ryan likes them!  We get into an engaging conversation about what foods she likes that he doesn't and vice versa--Mariella loves ham, Ryan loves liverworst, Mariella loves ice cream, Ryan loves Swiss rolls. I add how I always used to like american cheese and Uncle Rob always liked swiss.  Mariella says "well it's great that everyone is different. If everyone in the world were all the same we'd be boring and no one would know who we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was playing baseball with Mariella on Playstation and she was pitching and he was batting. All of a sudden he shouts out "This one's for my family!" and swings !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella's been emailing back and forth with grandma, reading and typing her own messages.  She said the other day "Ugh, why don't they just put these letters (on the keyboard) in alphabetical order so kids know where the letters are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At picnic night on Friday night, the kids were excited to try Kid Cuisine--they saw it advertised on tv. As they were eating, Ryan said "Mommy, they should make Grown up Cuisine so you could eat it too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we watched the Little Rascals for picnic night, the old school black and white ones, a real throwback and the kids loved it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-6901819347820562980?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/6901819347820562980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=6901819347820562980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6901819347820562980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6901819347820562980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-family-fun.html' title='Food, Family &amp; Fun'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-3996619513673564247</id><published>2008-01-18T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:23:58.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Observer</title><content type='html'>The kids and I were eating at the pizzeria the other day where lot of high school kids came in to eat.  After a while, we got up to leave and Ryan looked over at a table full of girls and said loudly, "Mommy, those girls look like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BRATZ&lt;/span&gt;" !! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; funny, they really did...hair all done up, make up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;real fashionistas&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Knock, Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt; I love.&lt;br /&gt;I love who?&lt;br /&gt; I don't know, you tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-3996619513673564247?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/3996619513673564247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=3996619513673564247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3996619513673564247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3996619513673564247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/01/observer.html' title='The Observer'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-1028438025428973026</id><published>2008-01-10T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:36:05.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot toot!</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was walking the kids out to the truck and the garbage truck was going down the block so Mariella waved at them.  The driver waved back and tooted his horn at her.  She giggled and when she got in the car, she had a little smirk and said, "I think he thinks I'm marrying him! But he doesn't know I'm marrying Brad Paisley, he's a cowboy."  So I start to just about pee in my pants and Ryan says, "He's not a cowboy, he's a cowgirl. Only I'm a cowboy!" I laughed so hard and it was a great way to start the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella better get used to those little toots! Funny how she just gets it!  And Mr. Ryan is the man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-1028438025428973026?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/1028438025428973026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=1028438025428973026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1028438025428973026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1028438025428973026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/01/toot-toot.html' title='Toot toot!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-8752138340294904239</id><published>2008-01-07T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:11:03.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this list of 'banished' words for 2008 very amusing...people actually compile a list of words that are now not 'in' to say! I'm sure plenty of us would love to add and/or subtract from the list.   For me, not saying 'it is what it is' (even if in my head) is very difficult because it really is what it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we do evolve and graduate to using bigger and 'better' terminology but I sure do miss those days of calling my brother Rob a SPAZ.  And if you were cool, you'd write it with a funky 'S'...you know what I'm talking about!  But a word that I use now, that I believe is timeless is DORK...and Rob, if you're reading this, you're a big dork! hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the list, and if you have some of those 'back in the day' words, please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake Superior State University's 2008 list of banished words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12/31/2007, 1:33 p.m. EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Associated Press   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AP) — Lake Superior State University's 2008 list of banished words:&lt;br /&gt;• perfect storm&lt;br /&gt;• Webinar&lt;br /&gt;• waterboarding&lt;br /&gt;• organic&lt;br /&gt;• wordsmith/wordsmithing&lt;br /&gt;• author/authored&lt;br /&gt;• post 9/11&lt;br /&gt;• surge&lt;br /&gt;• give back&lt;br /&gt;• 'blank' is the new 'blank'&lt;br /&gt;• Black Friday&lt;br /&gt;• back in the day&lt;br /&gt;• random&lt;br /&gt;• sweet&lt;br /&gt;• decimate&lt;br /&gt;• emotional&lt;br /&gt;• pop&lt;br /&gt;• it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;• under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-8752138340294904239?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/8752138340294904239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=8752138340294904239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8752138340294904239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8752138340294904239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2008/01/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk tsk'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-501721585003916040</id><published>2007-12-18T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:14:04.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I WANT THAT!"</title><content type='html'>I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that I want that .....................................&lt;br /&gt;Seven more days until we are not hearing this 100x times a day!! whoohoo!! ha ha. Gotta love those toy commercials, won't dare miss 'em but you gotta love 'em.  The anticipation of seeing our children's faces when THEY GET THAT is what the magic is all about.  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone. You gotta believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-501721585003916040?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/501721585003916040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=501721585003916040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/501721585003916040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/501721585003916040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-that.html' title='&quot;I WANT THAT!&quot;'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-8776913131152628494</id><published>2007-11-29T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:33:28.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardy har har...</title><content type='html'>I was reading a very interesting bit in Redbook magazine yesterday that said children laugh an average of 300 times a day compared to adults who laugh a mere 17 times...wow! I was stunned but then I began to think about it...how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know why this is, yet it's about time to change that.  Laughing is healthy for you, relieves stress, your body releases healthy hormones and it makes you feel good damnit!  I want to laugh more, I laugh a lot, yet it's not enough.  Time wasted frowning or feeling stressed, angry, etc is time you'll never get back, time wasted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; smiling. Life is too short, let go of the bullsh*t and laugh!  This is my new mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be silly, be free, dance in your undies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-8776913131152628494?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/8776913131152628494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=8776913131152628494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8776913131152628494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8776913131152628494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-survey-says.html' title='Hardy har har...'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-2131696823451386239</id><published>2007-10-29T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:17:57.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankees, How You Doin'</title><content type='html'>Most of you know how big a Yankee fan Joe is, the apple doesn't fall far...he got Mariella and Ryan into watching baseball this past season. Mariella is now a die-hard Yankee fan crossing her fingers to get into the stadium next year. She knows the basic rules of the game, can read the score board off of the top of the tv screen, telling you who's playing, who's on base, how many outs there are, balls, strikes, etc. We've had many a fun time yelling and cheering the game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Yankees were eliminated from the playoffs this year, it was a hard pill to swallow for Mariella, she was taking it pretty hard and not wanting the season to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good morning October 29th. Not a good day in Yankee baseball for most fans! Boston wins the world series and A-Rod is opting out of his contract and the new manager will be announced. Her response through tears held back at breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A-Rod can't leave, he doesn't belong with another team, he belongs w/ us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, is Jeter going w/ him?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He can't do this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They should just give him an ice cream" HA HA....Joe loved that one when I told him and said to me "Yeah a 300 million dollar ice cream cone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ryan was listening to the whole thing kinda quiet and then said "Don't worry Mariella, we have Joba!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks Joba Chamberlain...watch out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I'm ditching Mariella's A-Rod shirt and getting new Joba ones to ease the hurt! :)&lt;br /&gt;Until April everyone....play ball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-2131696823451386239?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/2131696823451386239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=2131696823451386239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/2131696823451386239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/2131696823451386239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/10/yankees-how-you-doin.html' title='Yankees, How You Doin&apos;'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-3780201785834913745</id><published>2007-10-26T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:38:41.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbers, Strangers and Youngsters</title><content type='html'>Mariella was getting dressed for school the other morning and when she saw her shirt, (a hip length black and white striped hoodie), she was said "Ma, I can't wear this shirt! NO WAY!" So I said "Why Mariella, it's cute". She replied with, "I'll look like a robber. Only robbers wear these stripes!" She made an adorable robber that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to explain 'strangers' to the kids because they talk to anyone and everyone and air out their laundry, but that's another story...so&lt;br /&gt;Ryan went to walk into the pew at church for Gavin's christening and my Aunt Jackie said to him, "Hi Ryan!" and he said "I can't talk to you, you're a stranger". She almost peed her pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was sweet enough to drive me to the DMV last week to renew my license, (NJ now has digital ones!) and we get up to the lady that checks your six points of proof and she looks at me and says "You're married?!?! Oh, I thought you were like 18, you're 31" Then she looks at my dad and said "And I thought you were her father!" He said "I am her father!" I guess because I was now 31, it was acceptable to have a 63 year old husband!! hee hee. Truthfully, my dad looks awesome for his age. We both left there feeling kinda good! Two spring chickens! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kiddies:&lt;br /&gt;What's a scarecrow's favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strawberries!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-3780201785834913745?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/3780201785834913745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=3780201785834913745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3780201785834913745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3780201785834913745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/10/robbers-strangers-and-youngsters.html' title='Robbers, Strangers and Youngsters'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-2400032480795593995</id><published>2007-09-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:38:08.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh a little</title><content type='html'>On the subject of discipline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was in 'time-out' for something or other and he said, "Mommy, you can't do this to kids. You can't just give time-out" ha ha. (I'm worried, by the way)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on the run:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Ryan was wanting to go to CT (Strawberry Park to be exact), and he was looking out the window at the truck.  "Mommy, I want to go now to CT." "Ryan, you have to wait until the end of October, that's when we're going." "OHHHH, then I'm going without grown ups. Me and Mariella are going!"  Mom: "How are you going to get there?" Ryan: "I'm going to drive your car" Mom: "Mariella, are you going to go with Ryan?" Mariella: "Ryan, wait a minute, what does a red light mean?" Ryan: "Stop", Mariella: "good, now what does a green light mean?" Ryan, "Go" Mariella: "Ok then, we could go". HA!!!! Momma's hiding the car keys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the best for last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner one night, Ryan was eating and said "Mommy, these are the best raviolis I ever tasted!" Mom: "Awe, thanks Ry, you're so sweet". Ryan:  "Mariella, do you know why Mommy knows how to cook good?" Mariella "Why Ry?" Ryan: "Because she's a lady and she has those boobs!"  Mariella: "You know Ry, I'm gonna have those one day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter&lt;/em&gt;.  ~e.e. cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-2400032480795593995?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/2400032480795593995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=2400032480795593995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/2400032480795593995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/2400032480795593995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/09/laugh-little.html' title='Laugh a little'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-4854040776110110799</id><published>2007-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:44:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin Mosquitos</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is a study out that suggests certain people get bitten by mosquitos more than others due to a masking odor that their bodies give off...well, I have whatever odor they mean...Horrible year for mosquitos this year.  I went out to water the flowers and veggies last night and came in a mosquito feasting ground.  They got some good blood dinner off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2005/01/050125085222.htm"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2005/01/050125085222.htm&lt;/a&gt; (in case you're interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of veggies, we're growing some corn this year and I spotted some husks last night! Yippee...hopefully it is mouth-wateringly sweet!  If those darn squirrels (another favorite of mine) don't get to them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel compelled to collect rubber bands? I noticed this morning while unwrapping the newspaper that I collect all of the rubber bands and hang them on a key ring all the time...FOR WHAT? there are like 50 rubber bands taking up space...why we complete these habitual tasks I haven't a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the kiddie pool...the dog days of summer! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-4854040776110110799?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/4854040776110110799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=4854040776110110799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/4854040776110110799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/4854040776110110799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/08/freakin-mosquitos.html' title='Freakin Mosquitos'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-3956121569896199692</id><published>2007-05-31T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:46:48.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, alright, here's the latest...</title><content type='html'>I've been getting requests to update the blog...so here I go...by popular demand, you're welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day I said to Ryan, "wow, how'd you know that? you're so smart!" Mariella hears me and says, "Ma, he knows that because you TAUGHT him, you forgot?"  I am kept on my toes! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day at lunch, Mariella is eating and all of a sudden out of nowhere a light bulb went on in her eyes and I knew I was in for it. "I KNOW!" she says really loud. "YOU ate a special strawberry w/ seeds on it and I grew from one of the seeds! RIGHT?! Is THAT HOW I CAME HERE?!"  My quick thinking response, "Yeah, kinda like that, I'll tell you about it a bit later..."  Remember, never leave the child w/ question...! Thank heaven it ended there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While tucking Ryan in to bed one night, he reaches up w/ one arm, grabs around my neck hard and pulls me to him and says, "Mommy, you're my big teddy bear and I love you!"  And, that's his new bedtime tradition...works for me :)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hey Mom!", says Mariella, "you know what's better than a little bit o' life?" "what's that Mariella?" "A LOTTA LIFE", she said.  You got that right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan singing, "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine........please don't take my mommy, Allison awaaaaaay"  He got kisses and then some.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan last night...presses the boobs..." I JUST LOVE BOOBS," he says....any questions?!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mariella last night getting tucked into bed, "Mom, you are everything I ever wished for and I love you", did I cry my way back down the stairs? you betcha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE POLIZZI TRADITION:  We've adopted the idea of Friday night picnic nights...we've been doing this almost two months now...every Friday night we order take-out and set out a plaid table cloth on the living room floor and have picnic dinner while watching the kids' movie of choice. It's a great way to end the week and gets us away from our ever so rigid schedule! I recommend trying this...lots of fun and something to look forward to! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll keep them coming, I also need to have Joe add to the blog, he gets a lot of funnies too, afterall, he's the 'fun' one!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE and hugs to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-3956121569896199692?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/3956121569896199692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=3956121569896199692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3956121569896199692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3956121569896199692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-alright-heres-latest.html' title='Alright, alright, here&apos;s the latest...'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-8748203314159883551</id><published>2007-03-29T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:28:14.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson</title><content type='html'>It sure was funny this morning. Ryan was doing his usual antagonistic things to Mariella to get a rise early this morning over breakfast. She was not having it today! She got off of her chair, went over to her easel and proceeded to write something w/ her magnetic letters...when she was done, she said "Here Ryan, you see this...it says "STOP RYAN", and I mean it, ok...S-T-O-P spells STOP and you know your name right, R-Y-A-N." He started cracking up laughing and so did I, then Mariella smirked. Great way to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-8748203314159883551?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/8748203314159883551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=8748203314159883551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8748203314159883551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8748203314159883551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/03/lesson_29.html' title='The Lesson'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-6586286364273723654</id><published>2007-03-26T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:36:41.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flushed Away</title><content type='html'>While telling my dad a list of movies we recently rented, among them was "Flushed Away". And his response was, "Wasn't that the one Mariella starred in?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Mariella fell in the toilet the other day! All of a sudden, as i was making lunch, i hear "kaplunk" and she looked up not know what the heck to do next and said "uh, I'm stuck!" Too funny, of course I felt bad but Ryan didn't. At lunch, he said to her "Mariella you went in the toilet?" and then continued, "Well I gonna flush it!" He's so sweet, ya know?!! yikes.  To make a long story short, Mariella's not forgetting to put that ring on anymore, FOR SURE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice lunch with my mom today, just the two of us.  It's been so long since we've done that and you know what...we need more of those lunches.  Life's too short. Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes oh yes it's springtime!  good for the body and soul! enjoy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass along any spring planting tips to me as well, I could use all the help I can get! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-6586286364273723654?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/6586286364273723654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=6586286364273723654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6586286364273723654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6586286364273723654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/03/flushed-away.html' title='Flushed Away'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-1292990230963416755</id><published>2007-03-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:23:17.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the name!</title><content type='html'>Mariella received a thank you card from her friend Sophia for going to her birthday party and for her gift.  Sophia signed her name on the card and Mariella was reading it and all of a sudden looked shocked and said, "MOM! Sophia spelled her name wrong, she forgot the "F"".   So I laughed and tried to explain how "PH" sounds like "F"... Mariella looks at me, puts her hand on her hip and says, "Does she speak Spanish or what?" !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-1292990230963416755?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/1292990230963416755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=1292990230963416755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1292990230963416755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/1292990230963416755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-in-name.html' title='It&apos;s all in the name!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-4092707322211512326</id><published>2007-02-08T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:28:41.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's HOT !!</title><content type='html'>Today Mariella was feeling the tiredness of the day and around 4pm, she turned fast and went to walk, slipped on a book and basically went flying face first, belly down!  She got up quick and I said "Mariella, you ok?" She said "Yeah Ma, it was like giant slip and slide fun!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was playing on the computer today building his WowWowWubzy Robots (on Nickjr.com, incase you're interested!) and I checked on him and he said "Mom, this is a hot momma robot like you!"  Too much...he gets it from his dad who I'm blushing to admit calls me a hot momma...works for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;ox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-4092707322211512326?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/4092707322211512326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=4092707322211512326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/4092707322211512326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/4092707322211512326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s HOT !!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-6930176875179789762</id><published>2007-02-05T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:28:41.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Superbowl Commercial?</title><content type='html'>You gotta love the commercials.  I have a hard time remembering most of them but my favorite, one that stands out, has to be the Blockbuster one where the hampster and the rabbit are using the 'mouse' !  Bud Light was an awesome contender throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some other favorites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we just realized that Blockbuster Total Access kicks Netflix's a$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funnies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella learned how to play the card game "war".  She beat Grandpa countless times yesterday without flinching! Got him going!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  "This is diculous"  (there's a masculine pattern here folks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "We can't go to the beach!"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  "Beach me" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a fab weekend, we did.  I joined my Grandmother and some family at the OTB at O'Neil's for her 87th birthday.  Gotta give it to an 87 year old woman that loves the ponies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-6930176875179789762?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/6930176875179789762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=6930176875179789762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6930176875179789762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/6930176875179789762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/02/favorite-superbowl-commercial.html' title='Favorite Superbowl Commercial?'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-8161177044139725093</id><published>2007-01-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:19:22.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good movies anyone?</title><content type='html'>Having a  hard time finding good movies to watch...any good suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Joe and I had a "date night" and watched &lt;em&gt;Relative Strangers&lt;/em&gt; with Danny DeVito, not such a good pick, he was actually extremely annoying in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my recent favorites is &lt;em&gt;Derailed &lt;/em&gt;with Jennifer Anniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with the funnies of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKP: "Mommy, you need a pair of Dr. Phil pajamas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKP: "Where does apple juice come from?"&lt;br /&gt;RRP: "I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;MKP: "From apples, silly!"&lt;br /&gt;RRP: "No, it's from the fridge"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-8161177044139725093?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/8161177044139725093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=8161177044139725093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8161177044139725093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/8161177044139725093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-movies-anyone.html' title='Good movies anyone?'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-3992755514803891860</id><published>2007-01-25T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:04:56.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny stufffff</title><content type='html'>You just have to laugh...these are just from the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning at breakfast, Ryan unzips his pj's puts his hands on his hips and says "shake your bon bons, shake your bon bons", wiggling his buns! THEN, he tries to zip-up and it gets stuck so he says, "This is getting on my nuts!" ...I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella was walking around the other day and said, "Hey Ryan, you know when you marry me your name is gonna change to Mariella Polizzi" ! Miss Independent! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading to Ryan the other afternoon, I had a v-neck sweater on w/ a tank under. Ryan grabs my tank and pulls it down to take a look...he says, "Mommy, what's THAT?" So I said, "that's my boobs" and he said "They're beauuutiful!" And my response, "THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-3992755514803891860?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/3992755514803891860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=3992755514803891860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3992755514803891860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/3992755514803891860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-funny-stufffff.html' title='Some funny stufffff'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2877879201593599565.post-7192793545369995568</id><published>2007-01-25T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:13:13.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just starting out</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking a blog is what we need! Enjoy, I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2877879201593599565-7192793545369995568?l=thepolizzis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/feeds/7192793545369995568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2877879201593599565&amp;postID=7192793545369995568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/7192793545369995568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2877879201593599565/posts/default/7192793545369995568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepolizzis.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-starting-out.html' title='Just starting out'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388687750570678993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
