<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201</id><updated>2010-07-28T11:42:37.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tracey's space</title><subtitle type='html'>Better living through sarcasm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>750</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-3327959251590563752</id><published>2010-07-28T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:42:37.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Photo is the Best Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/traceygessner/4837984850/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFB5lhaGjMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rKciyuo_hcs/s400/_MG_3691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499028830549347522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-3327959251590563752?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/3327959251590563752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/07/my-absolute-favorite-originally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3327959251590563752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3327959251590563752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/07/my-absolute-favorite-originally.html' title='This Photo is the Best Thing Ever'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFB5lhaGjMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rKciyuo_hcs/s72-c/_MG_3691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-1352120199847475813</id><published>2010-07-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:32:45.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did on my Summer Vacation... So Far</title><content type='html'>Over the past two months I've had a bajilion blog posts pre-formed in my head that never made it onto the screen so instead of slogging through them all one by one (which face it, will never happen) I've decided to do a a "Summer Recap" of sorts to bring everything here up to date. I feel like so many things have happened the past eight weeks that if I wait until the actual end of summer to recap it will go on for days and days. Now, where did we leave off? Marathon time? Ok, ok, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/wordpress/the-great-milwaukee-race/"&gt;The Great Milwaukee Race&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scavenger hunt race that &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/"&gt;Fit Milwaukee&lt;/a&gt; organized with &lt;a href="http://www.runinstep.com/"&gt;InStep&lt;/a&gt; was rad. We had 50 teams (nearly 200 people) sporting our colorful shirts as they ran to various downtown landmarks, solving clues and playing games. Sure, it was a hot, miserable day but it ended with beer at the Ale House!  The race itself drew lots of attention and we're already planning for it to be many times larger next year. It looked so fun that I actually kind of wished I could have run in it- but luckily &lt;a href="http://adventureinthecity.com/"&gt;a similar-style race has since been announced&lt;/a&gt; and the all of us GMR organizers are planning to participate. &lt;a href="http://beerrunner.draftmag.com/2010/06/19/the-race-that-made-milwaukee-famous/"&gt;The Beer Runner wrote a really nice recap of our race &lt;/a&gt;if you are so inclined to check it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBmXco9sKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m_ADYp8_pXk/s1600/gmrcrowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBmXco9sKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m_ADYp8_pXk/s400/gmrcrowd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499007698030407842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chicago Mini-Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my sister-in-law Michelle is a saint who apparently loves having her house overrun with children, she offered to take my kids not for one week but TWO weeks this summer. The first week was in June and though Jason and I didn't plan a large vacation for this one we did spend a few days in Chicago.  I drove in and met him at the Google office and we headed down to &lt;a href="http://www.millenniumpark.org/"&gt;Millennium Park&lt;/a&gt; to catch a free show by &lt;a href="http://www.thebooksmusic.com/"&gt;The Books.&lt;/a&gt; The next day I got to spend a little time shopping on Michigan Avenue where I bought toys for the girls. Because when I finally get a break from my children I immediately miss them and need to buy them stuff.  We also spent some time at the &lt;a href="http://www.lpzoo.com/"&gt;Lincoln Park Zoo.&lt;/a&gt; But the highlight of the trip was &lt;a href="http://www.grahamelliot.com/"&gt;a meal at Graham Elliot&lt;/a&gt;. We had seen him on &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/top-chef-masters"&gt;Top Chef Masters&lt;/a&gt; and were excited to finally make it to his restaurant. We had heard that in addition to offering a more laid back, accessible way of fine dining, he also likes to incorporate thing like candy into his dishes. Yes, weird but intriguing.  I actually had pea and mint marshmallow soup and it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;divine.&lt;/span&gt;  I also ordered a lovely Alaskan Halibut dish and some sorbet for dessert.  Yum, yum and more yum.  AND, the restaurant  had rock and punk music playing the entire time. Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBasV4RK3I/AAAAAAAAANY/AhA7AY-wpuQ/s1600/peasoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBasV4RK3I/AAAAAAAAANY/AhA7AY-wpuQ/s400/peasoup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498994862853270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rebeccaanne/3637029178/in/set-72157619918243236/"&gt;Rebecca Anne.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBjhHR6xFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ptLq7Il5NL0/s1600/sanfran01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBjhHR6xFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ptLq7Il5NL0/s400/sanfran01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499004565560411218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky. Not only did I get treated to an excellent dinner in Chicago but in July we planned an entire weeklong vacation around food!  Good thing I packed my running shoes. Michelle took the girls for week number two and we headed out to California.  I have to say that this was probably the best vacation I've ever taken. Since the girls were born we've only ever gone away for a few days at a time without them and those vacation have always seemed sort of rushed. It's always go-go-go-hurry-and-fit-everything-in. (And truthfully,  before they were born we were probably just too poor to travel anywhere.)  This week we were able to take our time and lounge our way around San Francisco. We visited the &lt;a href="http://www.sfmoma.org/"&gt;San Francisco Museum of Modern Art&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://cartoonart.org/"&gt;Cartoon Art Museum&lt;/a&gt;,  shopped in the Haight, ran through Golden Gate Park (well, I did), and had fabulous food and drinks while visiting fabulous friends every night.  (Recommendations: &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmina.net/restaurant.php?restaurant_id=7"&gt;Michael Mina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fleurdelyssf.com/"&gt;Fleur de Lys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bourbonandbranch.com/"&gt;Bourbon &amp;amp; Branch&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.comstocksaloon.com/"&gt;Comstock Saloon&lt;/a&gt;.) Heaven. I can't remember when I felt so relaxed. I even found time to work out every day but since I wasn't trying to squeeze it in alongside a thousand other things I still felt at ease.  Then for the weekend we headed out to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wine Country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBgsrSqXTI/AAAAAAAAANw/SR_sNjRqnfo/s1600/winecountryrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBgsrSqXTI/AAAAAAAAANw/SR_sNjRqnfo/s400/winecountryrun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499001465670884658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;See now why this is the best vacation ever?  At the end of the week we trucked up to Geyserville, CA  to stay at a bed and breakfast. We were given probably the most embarrassingly large rental car in California and we tackled the long, winding road up the coast, We even stopped at the beach in &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/pore/"&gt;Point Reyes National Park&lt;/a&gt; where I got my first look at the Pacific Ocean.  Yes, ever!  &lt;a href="http://hope-inns.com/"&gt;The Hope-Merrill Inn&lt;/a&gt; in Geyserville was adorable and we spent the weekend &lt;a href="http://www.jordanwinery.com/"&gt;touring a winery&lt;/a&gt;, going to &lt;a href="http://www.tastelocalwines.com/"&gt;local tastings&lt;/a&gt; and yes, eating. I'm tempted to say that I had &lt;a href="http://www.cyrusrestaurant.com/"&gt;the best meal of my life at Cyrus in Healdsburg&lt;/a&gt;- and that's saying a lot because I'm a spoiled brat who eats a lot of good food.  I even went for a beautiful (although HOT) 8-mile run on Saturday alongside the fields of grapevines.  This all led up to Sunday and the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.napa2sonoma.com/"&gt;Wine Country Napa to Sonoma Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's this? A race I didn't run in? Well, a bunch of my bestest running buddies were at this race. They were a part of &lt;a href="http://www.ccteamchallenge.org/Teams/Wisconsin_Chapter.htm"&gt;Team Challenge Wisconsin&lt;/a&gt; and fundraised for the &lt;a href="http://www.ccfa.org/"&gt;Crohn's and Colitis Foundation of America &lt;/a&gt;for months, culminating with the half marathon in Napa.  &lt;a href="http://www.losingitwithoutlosingme.com/2010/07/race-report-starting-and-finishing-my-first-half-marathon/"&gt;My awesome friend Amy,&lt;/a&gt; who just began her fitness/weight loss journey in January ran/walked the entire 13.1 miles- her first big endurance event- and since we were "in the neighborhood" I was dying to come cheer her on at the finish.  I have to say watching all the walkers finish after three or four hours out in the heat was kind of more inspring to me than seeing the runner who won.  Not that running a half marathon in 1:04 isn't impressive (because Holy WOW!) but I found myself tearing up seeing the back-of-the-pack runners and walkers who were completing the distance for the very first time. Plus, the large presence of Team Challenge for CCFA got me all worked up to join the team for &lt;a href="http://las-vegas.competitor.com/"&gt;the next round in Las Vegas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBfxMsyLXI/AAAAAAAAANo/pC8-GbZ2YHs/s1600/teamchallenge02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBfxMsyLXI/AAAAAAAAANo/pC8-GbZ2YHs/s400/teamchallenge02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499000443846667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Rochelle, Sarah and Amy at the finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll say it again: I'm the luckiest of ducks and this summer isn't even over yet! We're headed to &lt;a href="http://makerfaire.com/"&gt;Maker Faire&lt;/a&gt; in Detriot this weekend and then in August it will be lucky anniversary #13 for me and Jason, followed by Juliana's 10th birthday.  All the while I'll be training for the &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeelakefrontmarathon.org/lfm"&gt;Lakefront Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in October.  All I have to say is, keep it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBhkdinIfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5LbbrhhUSrU/s1600/spanningtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBhkdinIfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5LbbrhhUSrU/s400/spanningtime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499002424052359666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-1352120199847475813?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/1352120199847475813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/07/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/1352120199847475813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/1352120199847475813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/07/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation-so-far.html' title='What I Did on my Summer Vacation... So Far'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/TFBmXco9sKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m_ADYp8_pXk/s72-c/gmrcrowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-5792589112424004687</id><published>2010-05-27T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:01:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Lesson</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the first time in your life that  you realized you had totally wasted your some of your hard earned money? Maybe you saved up for some hyped up toy with all kind of bells and whistles that turned out to be a piece of junk? Or maybe you simply bought an ice cream street from a street vendor only to drop it on the ground and watch it melt in a puddle of goo.  I think many of us have an experience like this in our memory where we've built up something in our minds only to have it come crashing down before us. Yup, learning these lessons as a kid can be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Last week was the book fair at my girl's elementary school.  Now, I'm not a fan of sending them with cash and an letting them let loose buying whatever they want. I find that at these book fairs (as well as most book stores) it's very easy to buy everything BUT a book. There are toys based on books, sticker books, trinkets and jewelry, journals, stationary and pens, and then my favorite- books about tv shows.  I don't know about you but when I take my kids out to a bookstore I'm looking to buy BOOKS. However, it seems I always get harassed to buy anything but that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava kept asking me to give her cash to go to the book fair even though I had already stopped in with her after school one day and bought a small stack of books for her and her sister. Of course, this told me that she had her eye an additional non-reading material purchase that she knew I would not approve.  After much whining, I said I would consider stopping in to look again as long as it was a BOOK that she wanted me to buy. This was followed by a big, dramatic *SIGH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day when I picked her up from school she had a happy, yet somewhat suspicious smile on her face. As she packed all her things into her backpack I caught a flash of something pink  stashed away with a Hello Kitty logo on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is THAT?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head dropped. Suddenly a smudge of dirt on the floor became very fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weeellll..…….'" she trailed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see it! Where did it come from?" I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"……………. thebookfair."  she said in the tiniest, mumbliest voice you can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava then reached into her backpack and pulled out a brightly colored Hello Kitty computer game.  She handed it to me remorsefully, her head still bowed down and her lower lip sticking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ava, how on did you manage to pay for this?' I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From my piggy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I could remember, all she had in her piggy bank was a bunch of change- no dollar bills. Which led me to my next question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, how much was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seven dollars. I put it in an envelope." was her solemn response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm picturing her going to the book fair, walking up to the mom who was volunteering that day and dumping a pile of quarters, nickels and dimes on the table and having her count it all up. This makes me stifle a giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, well as long as you spent your own money I suppose it's ok.  I just wish you would have told me.  You shouldn't feel like you have to be sneaky, Ava. It's not nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," Ava sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then take the game from her and turn it over in my hand, looking at the description on the back.  I wonder what kind of computer game only costs seven dollars. I examine the front of the box again and then my eyes finally fall upon the little symbol in the lower left corner that read: "PC only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say this is an incident she will not soon forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-5792589112424004687?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/5792589112424004687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/hard-lesson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5792589112424004687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5792589112424004687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/hard-lesson.html' title='A Hard Lesson'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-4981179859747009269</id><published>2010-05-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:22:27.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Winded Race Report: Rockford Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F4e2RGkFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VxRpOrPeHuc/s1600/finish022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F4e2RGkFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VxRpOrPeHuc/s400/finish022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472287493590519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm finally getting around to my race report. Honestly, I've been on this high since yesterday morning and I've just been soaking it in until now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that the finish at this race was even better than my first marathon finish last fall. I don't know if it was because of the PR, it being in my hometown, all my friends screaming with their super awesome "Robot Lady" signs, or the fact that I ran it all alone and stayed mentally strong despite being  pain for a longer amount of time than at the Lakefront Marathon. WHATEVER. All these things simply came together for me and made a moment that I keep replaying in my head over and over again. *Sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BAD:  PAIN.  I had a good amount of lower back pain pretty much the entire race- I think from sleeping on an uncomfortable bed the night before.  I stayed at my Dad's house so I wouldn't have to make a super-early drive to Rockford and he had this weird memory foam stuff on the bed i slept in ( which I initially thought would be nice.) Turns out I couldn't get comfortable all night.  At first I thought it was a case of nerves but in the morning I woke up and my lower back was totally scrunched. Oh noes! I didn't want to freak out too much so I just  stretched for a good twenty minutes or so and told myself that it would warm up once I started running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately this was not the case.  I was able to put it out of my head for a fair amount of time but it kept steadily getting worse after around mile 7 and every time my feet struck he ground I could feel it. Crap! In cases like this it makes me so happy that I practice yoga because I really felt like my ability to keep my breath slow and even and focus my mind.  I was running this race by myself so I was able to crank my music, disassociate myself from the pain and focus on just moving forward. (Luckily, I didn't disassociate so much that my pace slowed.  I must have checked my Garmin a hundred and fifty times through the race!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE AWESOME: My friends. They kept showing up again and again and it lifted my spirits each time like you would not believe. I first saw Amy and Emily (who got started driving at 3:45 even though they weren't even racing!) around mile 6. Then whole crew of girls showed up around mile 19 after they all had finished the half. I was pretty sure everyone would head back to the finish at this time but they surprised me by showing up not once, but TWO more times along the course and at one point even flew by me cheering out the window of the car!  Plus, Krista and Rochelle jumped in and ran with me for a bit  around mile 22 and when I heard about how ALL of them had PRs at the half it raised my spirits like you would not believe.  After hearing this I headed into a mile long stretch of wooded trail where I was pretty much alone and I had kind of a rush where I ran with my arms out to the side and felt like I was flying.  This was one of the high points of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got to mile 23.  I was holding a pace between 9:10 and 9:30 all the way until this point but the pain in my back was starting to spread through my hips and down the side of my leg- especially on the left side where I'd been having some recent trouble with my IT band. I knew that even if I ran 10 minute miles until the end I would still make my goal of sub 4:15 so I didn't let it bother me that I had to slow up.  Turns out I stayed at a sub-10 pace but it felt like I was trudging through peanut butter.  Strangely enough I didn't feel out of breath at all but my lower body had had enough.  I was thankful at this point for the volunteers along the path.  Although I had my music pretty loud I could see their mouths moving with encouraging words and I thanked almost everyone I passed at this point (probably speaking way too loud because of my earphones. Ha.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last mile of the race I noticed so many people walking.  It was strange because I felt like I was the only one left running at the point (even though I know it wasn't the case.)  I was glad that I didn't overdo it so much that I had to walk as well but I could feel their pain every time I passed someone.  As I came up to mile 26 I saw one  guy who was walking stop and stretch as he got ready to make the turn around the corner to the finish. It made me laugh to think about "putting on a show" for the spectators at the end.  But you've gotta finish strong, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PART THAT MAKES IT ALL WORTH IT: I had been thinking about this for miles. (Ok, months. I admit it but I kept visualizing it over and over during the race in order to get me through.) I had a cheesy, inspirational song blaring on my ipod (Melissa Etheridge singing "I Run for LIfe") as I entered the final stretch.  I came around the corner and scanned the crowd in the distance until I saw my bright colored signs in the distance again.  OMIGOSH. I won't lie, I totally started to cry.  It kind of felt like a movie with the sweeping soundtrack blaring as  I waved my hands around in the air. If I could have done so at this point I would have leapt, jumped up and down or done some kind of crazy dance.  The finish was on a slight downhill so I got a huge burst of energy as I made my way toward the crowd. Whenever I finish a race I feel kind of disoriented by all the people so I didn't get a chance to take in everyone who was there but I do remember deciding to focus on Krista and Amy who were in the middle of the road cheering me on along with RANDOM STRANGE DUDE who joined in on the fun and started screaming my name like a lunatic.  Thanks, random strange dude.   I high-fived Krista and flew to the finish with a smile so big my face actually was hurting later.  On top of my buds being there I also had my husband Jason and our two girls Juliana and Ava, my Dad, my Aunt and Uncle, my brother in-law Dan (who finished in 3:28!), my sister-in-law, mother-in-law and my three little nieces and a nephew. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have a hard time topping this one. Of course, that doesn't mean I won't try.  My next goal is to finish the Lakefront Marathon with my group of awesome ladies who totally rock my world like you would not believe.  Everything I'm doing now is so different from where I was even a couple of years ago and I am so, so grateful.  I always say that marathon running is similar to childbirth in that you are so elated with the result that you forget all the pain you had to endure and  you tell yourself it would be an awesome thing to do again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:18, 9:09, 9:12, 9:14, 9:20, 9:10, 9:02, 9:18, 9:14, 9:21, 9:16, 9:30, 9:25, 9:08, 9:30, 9:17, 9:30, 9:24, 9:32, 9:21, 9:19, 9:20, 9:42, 9:40, 9:58, 9:53&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Miles- 55:57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 Miles- 2:01.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 Miles- 3:07:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.2 Miles- 4:07:42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:28 pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F4sJ4NZWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JbUwPOGeau4/s1600/finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F4sJ4NZWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JbUwPOGeau4/s400/finish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472287722193118562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how happy Krista is to see me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F5GuWXcpI/AAAAAAAAANA/0nQ_B5xKl0I/s1600/finish03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F5GuWXcpI/AAAAAAAAANA/0nQ_B5xKl0I/s400/finish03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472288178659881618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason the clock is wonky in this photo and it's missing the seconds. My official time was 4:07:42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-4981179859747009269?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/4981179859747009269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/long-and-winded-race-report-rockford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4981179859747009269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4981179859747009269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/long-and-winded-race-report-rockford.html' title='Long and Winded Race Report: Rockford Marathon'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S_F4e2RGkFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VxRpOrPeHuc/s72-c/finish022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-7832984623404284242</id><published>2010-05-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:11:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S-NMCzDEB0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/y8f95-WDyXA/s1600/crabapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S-NMCzDEB0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/y8f95-WDyXA/s400/crabapple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468297983504418626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite parts of spring is when our crabapple tree blooms. This was taken a few days before the peak.  Since then the pink petals have already begun to drop. I only wish it would stay like this all summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-7832984623404284242?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/7832984623404284242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7832984623404284242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7832984623404284242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/05/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S-NMCzDEB0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/y8f95-WDyXA/s72-c/crabapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-7380097570070677985</id><published>2010-04-23T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:25:01.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S9GnBZfRQhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/41uGe1j9h8M/s1600/momcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S9GnBZfRQhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/41uGe1j9h8M/s400/momcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463331465440870930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the ninth anniversary of my mom's death. The day she passed away I couldn't imagine what my life would be like nearly a decade later.  Juliana was barely eight months old and Jason and I were scraping by somehow in our "charming" little apartment on Chicago's northwest side.  I was finally getting into a good routine with the baby and really enjoying being a mom. I can remember that morning sitting at my dining room table while Juli napped. It was one of the first warm spring days of the year and I had the windows  open as I sorted through the mail, paying bills.  Mom had been in the hospital for a couple of weeks and they were trying to figure out what course of treatment to take next for her cancer but I had just seen her the day before and I really believed in my heart that she was going to get better.  I remember sitting there next to the window and feeling the breeze flow through the room and I thought to myself, "Wow, life is really good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got the phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then I have been very cautious about letting myself think, "Wow, life is really good."  Of course, I KNOW that I have a good life.  I am incredibly lucky. However, something about totally surrendering to that feeling and having that  "perfect" moment is a little bit scary for me because I feel like the second I do it will all be taken away.  I am GRATEFUL for what I have but very careful not to get too comfortable and start taking things for granted.  Over the past year in particular, as I've started to develop new friendships in Milwaukee and begun to feel like I've found my place here I've been flirting with this feeling again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was out running the other day I kept thinking about  how amazed my mom would be if she could see what I am doing now.  It's not that I was a couch potato when she was alive but even running a 5K was unthinkable for me back then so a full marathon? GET. OUT.  She was always my biggest fan back when I was dancing in college and she came to see every last performance I was in, no matter how small it was.   In fact, my very last show at Columbia College she wasn't feeling very well and called to say she wouldn't be making the drive in.  I was ok with it but it turned out that she went back and forth about it all day- wondering if she had made the right decision- and then at the last minute ended up driving nearly two hours into Chicago to watch me perform. I think the piece I was in was about ten minutes long.  However, it was my last performance before I left to have Juliana and she said she just wasn't sure if she'd ever get the chance to see me dance again. Turns out she was right.  She wouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not dancing on stage anymore but I know that my mom would be my biggest cheerleader at every race I run now. When I run the marathon in my hometown of Rockford, Illinois next month I'm going to picture her at the finish line and maybe for that one short moment  I'll be able to close my eyes and think to myself, "Wow, life is really good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-7380097570070677985?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/7380097570070677985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/04/nine-years-later.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7380097570070677985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7380097570070677985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/04/nine-years-later.html' title='Nine Years Later'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S9GnBZfRQhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/41uGe1j9h8M/s72-c/momcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-9166395778021459986</id><published>2010-04-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:07:15.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in Action.</title><content type='html'>Ah, yes. My poor little neglected personal blog. It's not that I don't have anything to say. In fact, if you search the internet for me you'll find I have much to talk about- to the point that I'm probably a wee bit annoying.  I've mostly been blogging like a madwoman over at my baby, &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/"&gt;Fit Milwaukee. &lt;/a&gt; I'm also trying to keep up with about a bajillion friends on &lt;a href="http://dailymile.com/people/tmgessner"&gt;Daily Mile&lt;/a&gt; (where I'm an "ambassador") while still squeezing in a little love for &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeemoms.com/blogs/kitchentable/Mom_in_Progress.html"&gt;Milwaukee Moms.&lt;/a&gt; And if you haven't heard by now, I'm helping organize a little shindig called &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/The-Great-Milwaukee-Race.aspx"&gt;The Great Milwaukee Race&lt;/a&gt;.  Basically, on June 19th Fit Milwaukee and &lt;a href="http://runinstep.com/"&gt;Instep Running and Walking Centers&lt;/a&gt; are going to be putting on a ginormous scavenger hunt through downtown Milwaukee and the Lakefront area. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared. Four of us are planning everything- from the locations and clues to the challenges and puzzles the participants will be performing at each destination. We've got a ton of interest so far and a handful of teams have already signed up so I'm hoping we can pull off something FUN for everyone. If all goes well I'm looking forward to organizing more Fit Milwaukee events and expanding our empire. World domination folks. (Or at least semi-local.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was on television again.  What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" salign="l" flashvars="&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://witi.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/8a927cac-6439-4d61-8fb9-9df43c594e8e&amp;amp;propName=witi.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.fox6now.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=fox6now.com" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" menu="true" name="PaperVideoTest" bgcolor="#ffffff" devicefont="false" wmode="transparent" scale="showall" loop="true" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf" align="middle" height="450" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-9166395778021459986?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/9166395778021459986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/04/missing-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/9166395778021459986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/9166395778021459986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/04/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action.'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-865730298395710032</id><published>2010-03-12T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:07:38.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Look! I Was on the TeeVee Again!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' salign='l' flashvars='&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://witi.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/bbf2c768-c23e-4540-9ee3-f6dabf81f324&amp;amp;propName=witi.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.fox6now.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=fox6now.com' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' menu='true' name='PaperVideoTest' bgcolor='#ffffff' devicefont='false' wmode='transparent' scale='showall' loop='true' play='true' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' quality='high' src='http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf' align='middle' height='450' width='300'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how funny those filler "action" shots are of people doing random stuff are until I had to do it myself.  "What do you mean you want a shot of me hanging out and using my laptop?" Weird.  Being interviewed was easy but having them film me reading a magazine in my kitchen was hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also,  I shall henceforth be referred to as Busy Mom of Two and Fitness Nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-865730298395710032?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/865730298395710032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/03/hey-look-i-was-on-teevee-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/865730298395710032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/865730298395710032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/03/hey-look-i-was-on-teevee-again.html' title='Hey Look! I Was on the TeeVee Again!'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-7952948183700284294</id><published>2010-03-05T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:46:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innernet Birthday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92eOceg0FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gI6s4pVXm7M/s1600/facebookbdaylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92eOceg0FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gI6s4pVXm7M/s400/facebookbdaylove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466699493697179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S5F6-9gijvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wABrc4oUeVc/s1600-h/twitterbdaylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S5F6-9gijvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wABrc4oUeVc/s400/twitterbdaylove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445268646549163762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warm fuzzies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-7952948183700284294?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/7952948183700284294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/03/innernet-birthday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7952948183700284294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7952948183700284294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/03/innernet-birthday-love.html' title='Innernet Birthday Love'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92eOceg0FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gI6s4pVXm7M/s72-c/facebookbdaylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-4222546987557705058</id><published>2010-02-24T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:44:19.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day She Will Look Back On This and Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92dyjFsvaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JHFCOxTQNCo/s1600/uranus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92dyjFsvaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JHFCOxTQNCo/s400/uranus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466699014435814818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation: &lt;i&gt;"There are only 2 states in my Uranus. And there are 7 colonies. The 2 states are not named! And the Uranus that is mine has only the typewriter to write with. My Uranus."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava, age 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why Uranus is using a typewriter. Take it up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-4222546987557705058?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/4222546987557705058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/one-day-she-will-look-back-on-this-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4222546987557705058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4222546987557705058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/one-day-she-will-look-back-on-this-and.html' title='One Day She Will Look Back On This and Laugh'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S92dyjFsvaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JHFCOxTQNCo/s72-c/uranus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-3151202365265470613</id><published>2010-02-19T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:55:02.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running: It Does a Body Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's theme on Daily Mile was before and after photos.  Everyone was posting photos of themselves before and after they started running/working out.  Ok, so technically I was 9 months pregnant in my before photo and I've never been that size normally but still- LOOK HOW HUGE I WAS!  I had totally forgotten.  The "after" photo is from before this morning's run. (Don't worry, I wore more clothes than this outside.) I've actually dropped 16 pounds since the beginning of December when I decided to start food journaling in addition to running and my average pace has improved immensely. Imagine running with two eight pound weights in your hands. I got to ditch those.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S37AyYkJURI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlTLBX-DLHY/s1600-h/beforeafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S37AyYkJURI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlTLBX-DLHY/s320/beforeafter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439997371730186514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-3151202365265470613?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/3151202365265470613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/running-it-does-body-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3151202365265470613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3151202365265470613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/running-it-does-body-good.html' title='Running: It Does a Body Good'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S37AyYkJURI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlTLBX-DLHY/s72-c/beforeafter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-1734691354139677904</id><published>2010-02-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:15:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal.</title><content type='html'>While out on my snowy 8-mile run this morning one thought kept going through my head:   Someday I will become an ultra-runner. I don't know necessarily when,  but someday-hopefully in the near future- I WILL complete an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultramarathon"&gt;ultra-marathon&lt;/a&gt;. I want to be that hardcore.  And you know,  I like to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-1734691354139677904?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/1734691354139677904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/goal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/1734691354139677904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/1734691354139677904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/02/goal.html' title='Goal.'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-5840083207307082522</id><published>2010-01-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:40:11.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Relay Recap</title><content type='html'>*Repost from &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/"&gt;FitMilwaukee.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S2IDrMJvihI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gM5gPGJ44SI/s1600-h/postrelayrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S2IDrMJvihI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gM5gPGJ44SI/s320/postrelayrace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431908141093587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that you say? How did the &lt;a href="http://www.indoormarathon.com/"&gt;marathon relay&lt;/a&gt; go? Well if you managed to avoid our bombardment of tweets and Facebook statuses this weekend I'll recap a bit for you. First of all, the race was an absolute blast. Our two teams ran strong the entire 26.2 miles. Fit Milwaukee Team 1 had a finish time of 3:32:34 and Fit Milwaukee Team 2 came in at 4:04:01- &lt;a href="http://www.online-entry.com/raceresults/101302-Relays.htm"&gt;28th and 49th places respectively out of 68 teams&lt;/a&gt;. Not too shabby! Combined together we make two lean, mean, marathon running machines. What was so special about this event though, was that it didn't matter whether you ran a 6 minute mile or a 15 minute mile- the spirit of camaraderie at the &lt;a href="http://www.thepettit.com/"&gt;Pettit Center&lt;/a&gt; was absolutely contagious that afternoon. Sure, there were elite runners there who blew our times away but the great thing about the sport of running is that ANYONE can participate. All levels of runners were there and they were all incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the race, each team member was responsible for completing just over 6.5 miles. Our strategy was to break this down even further into two 3.25 mile legs. This way it wasn't as daunting to those who had never ran that far yet and you also got a good amount of rest in between the two sets. 3.25 miles worked out to 12 laps around the track- which meant 12 times by the awesome Fit Milwaukee cheering section. The support from the people who came out to cheer us on was amazing and gave each runner an undeniable lift. When the last couple of runners crossed the finish line the feeling in the room was electric. I have no doubt that some of those great individual pace times would not have been achieved without the energy from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this was a fantastic race and you can be sure that Fit Milwaukee will be there next year as well- hopefully with even more teams. Much thanks to The Pettit Center and race director Chris Ponteri for putting on such a fantastic event. And also thanks to our official race documenters, Jim Raffel, Scott Feldstein, Brennan Stehling and Kay Collins for the photos and videos. Speaking of which, you can check out the lot of them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottfeldstein/tags/fitmke/"&gt;Race photos from Scott Feldstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mrcollins58/InStepIcebreakerIndoorMarathonRelayAtThePettitCenter?feat=directlink#"&gt;Race photos from Kay Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIm Raffel's video mashup of the indoor marathon relay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xpFNYnJD3o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xpFNYnJD3o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim also had &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5uaqg7tq0w&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;some kind words about Fit Milwaukee in general that you can view here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, congratulations to everyone who participated and let's keep the movement going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S2ID4uHZ8NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ydAU9yiYB1E/s1600-h/relay10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S2ID4uHZ8NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ydAU9yiYB1E/s320/relay10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431908373548888274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "How many laps do I have left? face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-5840083207307082522?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/5840083207307082522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/01/marathon-relay-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5840083207307082522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5840083207307082522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/01/marathon-relay-recap.html' title='Marathon Relay Recap'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S2IDrMJvihI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gM5gPGJ44SI/s72-c/postrelayrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-7429242610616532622</id><published>2010-01-24T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:14:49.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy McGavin</title><content type='html'>Running my first leg of the indoor marathon relay at the Pettit Center yesterday.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kbctourcompany"&gt;Kay&lt;/a&gt; for the photo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S1xjLrkdWmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cSXLWkSn5S8/s1600-h/marathonrelay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S1xjLrkdWmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cSXLWkSn5S8/s320/marathonrelay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430324303027329634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get some photos of the whole team up soon. Yesterday was a totally awesome Fit Milwaukee lovefest. I am a lucky girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-7429242610616532622?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/7429242610616532622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/01/speedy-mcgavin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7429242610616532622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/7429242610616532622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2010/01/speedy-mcgavin.html' title='Speedy McGavin'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/S1xjLrkdWmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cSXLWkSn5S8/s72-c/marathonrelay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-8700854001288934977</id><published>2009-12-31T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:20:49.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Top 10</title><content type='html'>I'm totally copying some friends of mine and doing my own Top 10 list for the year.  (Disclaimer: My family is always above everything on  this list and blah blah blah so they don't have their own individual slot but for the record they are tippity-tops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Volunteering&lt;/span&gt;  I spent most Fridays this year helping out in Ava's kindergarten class. At first, 30+ kindergartners in a small enclosed space was overwhelming but now it's the best thing when one of her friends spends the night at my house and still calls me "Miss Tracey". Plus, I get to pretend  I'm &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJSrjW9Wc4A"&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/a&gt; every time I ride the school bus on field trips. In the last two months of this year I also started volunteering at the food pantry in Bay View and I stepped up to be co-leader for Ava's  Daisy Scout troop.  We'll see what new adventures that will bring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Seeing my BFF graduate nursing school.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.thorvalson.net/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; used to always go on about how she had never graduated anything before. Well she can't say that anymore! The speech she gave at the pinning ceremony had me, and many others, in tears.  I'm like a proud proud mama when it comes to her accomplishments and now my best friend of twenty years is a freaking nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kentucky Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;  It may sound a bit weird but Jason and I go on vacations specifically to eat.  This year we drove to Louisville and had one of the best meals ever at the &lt;a href="http://www.seelbachhilton.com/05_dining.php"&gt;Seelbach Hotel.&lt;/a&gt;  Yep, four star dining in Kentucky.  Whoulda thought? Touring the &lt;a href="http://www.woodfordreserve.com/age.aspx?ReturnUrl=/Default.aspx"&gt;Woodford Reserve distillery&lt;/a&gt; was the icing on the cake. Now if only we could bring home a barrel in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzG92hslYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6JFyFYTcfDA/s1600-h/barrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzG92hslYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6JFyFYTcfDA/s320/barrels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421426817358402946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. E&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ating Well.&lt;/span&gt;  I can't say this enough times but I'm so glad that I finally started appreciating good food. Some of my favorites this year were the of course Seelbach, &lt;a href="http://www.carnevor.com/"&gt;Carnevor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lakeparkbistro.com/"&gt;Lake Park Bistro&lt;/a&gt; and  the &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/entertainment/65404582.html"&gt;James Beard Foundation dinner at Bacchus.&lt;/a&gt;  We also enjoyed places like Hinterland, Mr B's, Saketumi and Balzac.  Good times. (Also, good thing I like to work out so much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzHXgnPhiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/B8M4zOxi-xY/s1600-h/bacchusdinner01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzHXgnPhiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/B8M4zOxi-xY/s320/bacchusdinner01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421427258152683042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Presidential Inauguration in D.C&lt;/span&gt;.  This was one of the most amazing things I've ever been a part of and I'm so glad we were able to to take the girls with.  I will never get over how full of joy that mob of a million people was and it was beyond worth it to be smooshed for a few hours. When I see photos or video of that day on tv it still seems unreal that we were there.  This has been a rough year for our country but I have faith that we will pull through and recapture that feeling of hope and elation again.  Rock it, B-rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzHsGC6GrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lKOV9BQixeA/s1600-h/capitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzHsGC6GrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lKOV9BQixeA/s320/capitol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421427611798215346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt; I found my blogging voice again! It started with &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeemoms.com/blogs/kitchentable/80342247.html"&gt;Milwaukee Moms&lt;/a&gt; and now &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/"&gt;Fit Milwaukee&lt;/a&gt; really seems to be taking off.  We have so many plans for fitMKE in 2010- from the weight loss challenge to sponsoring our own race. Everyone working on it is pumped.  Much thanks to Brennan for brining everyone together to work on the project!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzIwBTWCSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iBX6-RUB-X4/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzIwBTWCSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iBX6-RUB-X4/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428778756081954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Becoming a "Real" Runner&lt;/span&gt; You knew this was coming. Although I &lt;a href="http://www.traceysspace.net/2008/09/i-did-it.html"&gt;ran my first 5K&lt;/a&gt; in September of 2008 I dont feel like I really came into my own as a runner until this year. At my last count I ran 10 races since April from ( 5K, 10K, half marathon and marathon) and I'm getting ready for my final race of the year this morning.  I'm so glad that I challenged myself to do this and it's been so rewarding in every sense.  I've logged 1,000 miles since I started keeping track on April 1st so who knows what's in store for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.badgerlandstriders.org/home.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Badgerland Striders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if you know this about me but I'm a total hermit. After living in Milwaukee for four years I've always felt like I've had a hard time making  friends until I joined the marathon build up runs. I was SO nervous that first Saturday like I was a little kid. Turns out our little group of 10 minute milers stuck together all summer, through thick and thin and crossed the finish line together!  I love that &lt;a href="http://bananza.tumblr.com/"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt; and I have kept up the Saturday long runs post-marathon even in the freezing cold and I can't wait to meet up again with some of the others again to start training for the spring marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzH6C16hcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ibo8nZb4b0c/s1600-h/premarathon09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzH6C16hcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ibo8nZb4b0c/s320/premarathon09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421427851456579010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lakefront Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/ok-marathon-report.html"&gt;The absolute highlight of my running year.&lt;/a&gt; I can never thank my bestest running buddy Anne enough for convincing me to do it.  I doubt I will ever feel like I did at the finish line again  when I saw that little crowd of people holding signs with MY name.  I'm sure going to try though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzIFg6BrYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/39gWC4erXGo/s1600-h/marathonfinish01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzIFg6BrYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/39gWC4erXGo/s320/marathonfinish01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421428048505449858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Internet.&lt;/span&gt; (Specifically &lt;a href="http://www.dailymile.com/"&gt;Daily Mile&lt;/a&gt; and above all &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter.&lt;/a&gt;) In case I haven't said this enough, I'm a total introvert. This year the Internet really brought me out of my shell- not only online but in real life.  Every day I login to Daily Mile and am inspired and motivated by the people I've connected with on there.  And Twitter? I've met some of the most amazing people this year on Twitter that I can't even begin to name them all because I'm sure i"ll leave somebody out.  I've been fortunate to meet many of them outside of just on the computer screen and I hope to meet many more in the coming year.   Milwaukee Tweeps are the best!  Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-8700854001288934977?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/8700854001288934977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/2009-top-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/8700854001288934977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/8700854001288934977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/2009-top-10.html' title='2009 Top 10'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SzzG92hslYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6JFyFYTcfDA/s72-c/barrels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-6784743547031709319</id><published>2009-12-17T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:23:01.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Ava!</title><content type='html'>Here's the video I made for Ava's birthday. I didn't get a title sequence on it yet so that's why it's black at the beginning but otherwise, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPzT_b1UOrw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPzT_b1UOrw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-6784743547031709319?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/6784743547031709319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/happy-6th-birthday-ava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/6784743547031709319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/6784743547031709319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/happy-6th-birthday-ava.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Ava!'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-8801865891515873492</id><published>2009-12-14T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:46:39.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be A Jerk, It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dCewSTnuXY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dCewSTnuXY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so my favorite Christmas Song right now!  I am such a sucker for Spongebob. "Tis the season to be jolly, not jerky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-8801865891515873492?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/8801865891515873492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/dont-be-jerk-its-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/8801865891515873492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/8801865891515873492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/dont-be-jerk-its-christmas.html' title='Don&apos;t Be A Jerk, It&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-3903846144327494495</id><published>2009-12-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:11:55.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am a Christmas-making MACHINE! Once I set my mind to something I tend to overdo it and holiday preparations are no exception.  It's not that I'm necessarily trying to be Supermom but once I get in a particular mode I just go into ultra-mega-overdrive. This week I decided that Thou Shalt Be Christmatized and attacked my surroundings appropriately.  Christmas lights up on the porch? Check.  Candied pecans in the oven? Check. Christmas card photo and 2010 calendars printed, gingerbread house decorated and Christmas tree bedazzled?  Checkity-check-check.  Mom: 1 Christmas: 0.  Wait. That doesn't sound right.  Let's just say we are all winners!  Oh and did I mention that I ordered almost all my gifts online already? Double win!  I'm not trying to gloat, I just figure that I'm going to be coming down from this high soon and I want to remember this feeling when my cats have torn down the tree and I haven't wrapped a single item at midnight on the 23rd.   Until somebody invents a way to bottle efficiency I'm savoring the moments I can get.  Now if you'll excuse me I have some peanut blossoms to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sx-v7BP30KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/15FIduQNf9M/s1600-h/gingerbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sx-v7BP30KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/15FIduQNf9M/s320/gingerbread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413238705604776098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post is from &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeemoms.com/blogs/kitchentable/78860657.html"&gt;MilwaukeeMoms.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-3903846144327494495?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/3903846144327494495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/making-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3903846144327494495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/3903846144327494495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/making-christmas.html' title='Making Christmas'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sx-v7BP30KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/15FIduQNf9M/s72-c/gingerbread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-6876542309669569128</id><published>2009-12-08T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:47:03.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/7qvpcJ%22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sx65w3zWGqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ahhAVICQUIs/s320/anthrodress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412968051410082466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I find this dress under my tree on Christmas I promise to totally rock it on New Year's Eve. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S  Size 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-6876542309669569128?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/6876542309669569128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/dear-santa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/6876542309669569128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/6876542309669569128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sx65w3zWGqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ahhAVICQUIs/s72-c/anthrodress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-434045506704955284</id><published>2009-11-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:53:43.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sw1QZBEl4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Erf1cSaRkOY/s1600/grouprun.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sw1QZBEl4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Erf1cSaRkOY/s320/grouprun.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408067118256480786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have really started to pick up at &lt;a href="http://www.fitmilwaukee.com/"&gt;FitMilwaukee.com!&lt;/a&gt;  We've had weekly group runs at the lakefront and this past Sunday we joined up with &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paininthepark.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pain in the Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a great circuit workout. (And when I say "great" that means I was seriously sore for a good two days afterward.)  I've really enjoyed meeting local fitness nuts and hope we can find a way to keep something going through he cold, dark, Wisconsin winter.  &lt;a href="http://indoormarathon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indoor marathon anyone?&lt;/a&gt;  I kid, I kid. (At least I think.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sw1STtOTATI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PC8C3sB-i6M/s1600/lunges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sw1STtOTATI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PC8C3sB-i6M/s320/lunges.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408069226052387122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-434045506704955284?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/434045506704955284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/shameless-plug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/434045506704955284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/434045506704955284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/Sw1QZBEl4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Erf1cSaRkOY/s72-c/grouprun.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-393070408730700940</id><published>2009-11-04T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:26:22.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbit</title><content type='html'>Juliana is a vegetarian.  Or least she said last week that  she wanted to be a vegetarian.  So I went out of my way to try and teach her about making sure she gets enough protein and to tell her that going veggie doesn't just mean eating toast and cookies for every meal and then she hits me with:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know but I"m only going to be a vegetarian until next Thursday."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because apparently she was TRIPLE DOG DARED by Miss Madilyn that she couldn't possibly make it one week without eating meat.  And everyone KNOWS that if someone triple dog dares you than you HAVE to take the dare unless everyone will call you &lt;i&gt;chicken&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I sense a talk about peer pressure coming on next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-393070408730700940?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/393070408730700940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/tidbit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/393070408730700940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/393070408730700940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/tidbit.html' title='Tidbit'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-4637317520837115511</id><published>2009-10-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:43:09.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy/Paste</title><content type='html'>*This post originally appeared on &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeemoms.com/"&gt;MilwaukeeMoms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make: I'm a Bears fan. i realize this is nothing short of blasphemy in Wisconsin but I tell you, I really can't help it.  It's in my bloooood. But seriously, as much as I love Milwaukee I'm a Chicago girl at heart.  Well, technically I grew up in Rockford, Illinois but we'll forget about that little technicality. It's much cooler to say you are from Chi-cah-go right? And I did go to college there so…where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Da Bears.  It takes a special kind of person to keep cheering for a team that seems perennially doomed. (See also: Chicago Cubs)  For me though, I learned all about football in the year 1985. You know, the year of infamous '85 Bears, Walter Payton, Jim McMahon, the Super Bowl Shuffle. I still remember that fall when I was 7-years old-and I asked my dad to start explaining all the rules to me.  I loved getting to sit on the couch with him, eating Doritos and yelling at the tv when there was a bad play (whether or not I even understood what was going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first sport I ever cared about and the first team I ever cheered for and they made it all the way to the Super Bowl and WON!  How exciting!  My parents had a Super Bowl party with all their friends and I made decorations. At school, my second grade class made posters to hang in the hallway. You couldn't go anywhere without hearing that song, "We are the Bears Shufflin' Crew…" Remember how awfully awesome that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days it's a little different. Painful, you might say.  1985 is a mere memory and here I am living in Packer Land.  My beloved team has not been on top of the mountain since and they had a disastrous appearance in the Super Bowl just couple of years ago. And let's not even mention last Sunday's game, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I soldier on.  I wear my blue and orange to the grocery store on Sundays to pick up beer and snacks despite all the dirty looks.  I watch every game and even when they are down and out I still believe!  I could live in Wisconsin the rest of my life but I'll still cheer for my scrappy, infuriating, Chicago Bears.  I keep on cheering in the name of da SNL Super Fans, for Clark W. Griswold in his Bears hat, for Ditka and for The Fridge.  And I cheer because I know my dad is at home cheering as well, mostly likely tearing off his cap in frustration and hurling it at the tv shouting "STUPID D@$#  BEARS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, at least we didn't sign Favre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SvGgiKoJMTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QQpsTJUNIIo/s1600-h/gobears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SvGgiKoJMTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QQpsTJUNIIo/s320/gobears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400273937022660914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-4637317520837115511?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/4637317520837115511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/copypaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4637317520837115511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/4637317520837115511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/11/copypaste.html' title='Copy/Paste'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8O21e2PtVzg/SvGgiKoJMTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QQpsTJUNIIo/s72-c/gobears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-2698563067102551548</id><published>2009-10-22T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:47:59.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gessner Media Bonanza Continues...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was lucky to be asked to talk about marathon running/being a fit mom on TMJ4's Morning Blend. I admit, I am not a regular watcher of daytime talk shows and I was pretty nervous about appearing on it but it ended up being  a lot of fun. Molly and Matthew were easy to talk to and it sort of felt like a regular conversation except with really good lighting. Thanks so much to Sonya Jongsma Knauss from Milwaukee Moms for asking me and for thinking that I had something interesting to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgMEyy7NuvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgMEyy7NuvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-2698563067102551548?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/2698563067102551548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/gessner-media-bonanza-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/2698563067102551548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/2698563067102551548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/gessner-media-bonanza-continues.html' title='The Gessner Media Bonanza Continues...'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-799719984192520482</id><published>2009-10-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:03:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not a Stage Mom, I Swear.</title><content type='html'>Ava has been a bit of a media sensation around here lately. A couple of weeks ago she appeared on the Fox 6 morning show in a segment about fall events at the Milwaukee Public library. Plus, she also appeared in a video about getting library cards that is being shown to 1st graders around the city. (Yes, yes, I have a connection at the MPL so that's why I got her the hook up.)  Juliana was "too shy" to take part but if you look closely in the library card video you will see a photograph of her in the shot where I open up my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgKI-PiHgI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgKI-PiHgI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't see the morning show video yet you can find it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" salign="l" flashvars="&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://witi.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/2489ffad-8dbf-4815-b577-87a68209fc66&amp;amp;propName=witi.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.fox6now.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=fox6now.com" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" menu="true" name="PaperVideoTest" bgcolor="#ffffff" devicefont="false" wmode="transparent" scale="showall" loop="true" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://witi.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf" align="middle" height="450" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-799719984192520482?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/799719984192520482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/im-not-stage-mom-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/799719984192520482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/799719984192520482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/im-not-stage-mom-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m Not a Stage Mom, I Swear.'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-5919638557373958473</id><published>2009-10-19T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:59:47.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>*This post originally appeared at &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeemoms.com/blogs/kitchentable/64207212.html"&gt;MilwaukeeMoms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, Jason and I drove the girls to Madison to see the band "They Might Be Giants" perform at the Barrymore Theatre. If you're not familiar with who they are you may have heard some of their songs on television. They sang the theme song for Higglytown Heroes on the Disney Channel as well as the opening song "Boss of Me"  for the sitcom Malcolm in the Middle. They've also been featured on PBS and Cartoon Network and their kids cds, "NO!",  "Here Come the ABCs", "Here Come the 123s" and "Here Comes Science" are wildly popular- especially in my house.  Originally an alternative rock band, their shift to writing children's music has given me an common interest with my kids that I wasn't expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I have been huge fans of the band for more than fifteen years now.  (Yes, I said FIFTEEN years and just writing that number down kind of took me back a bit. Geez.) Jon Flansburgh and John Linnell started out in the early eighties as a quirky rock duo and gained popularity during the nineties with the alternative music crowd.  Their most popular album, "Flood" just went platinum  nearly twenty years after it's original release.  I have great memories of going to see the Giants with my friends back in high school and I love the fact that we are now able to take our kids to see the same rock band we saw back in the day. At the same venue nonetheless!  Walking into the Barrymore Theatre, it felt like I had just been there jumping up and down and singing with the crowd of people in front of the stage.  Now here I was with my two kids standing in the exact same spot.  If you would have told me fifteen years ago...blah, blah, you get the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best part of a TMBG kids show (besides the CONFETTI MACHINE!) is listening to all the parents sing along.  Most of the Giants earlier work is very kid-friendly so you can count on them to throw in an oldie like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeQ-wjDH4F4"&gt;"Istanbul (Not Constantinople" &lt;/a&gt;in between singing about alphabet letters and balloons.   Plus, there is something just great about seeing a grown man shout the words to "Particle Man" while dancing with a baby.  I dare say some of the adults had more fun than the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that my kids and I can enjoy this music together. It's such a battle in the car these days over what we're going to listen to but this is one thing we can agree on. I can put up with a certain amount Hannah Montana but it's far more rewarding to overhear my five-year-old singing the lyrics, "I'm a Paleontologist, That's Who I Am..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7zo2zY1Zqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7zo2zY1Zqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and learn all about TMBG here:  &lt;a href="http://www.theymightbegiants.com"&gt;http://www.theymightbegiants.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989434456567311201-5919638557373958473?l=www.traceysspace.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/feeds/5919638557373958473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/musical-circle-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5919638557373958473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989434456567311201/posts/default/5919638557373958473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.traceysspace.net/2009/10/musical-circle-of-life.html' title='The Musical Circle of Life'/><author><name>Tracey Gessner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422</uri><email>tracey.gessner@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01620260838074199827'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>