<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245</id><updated>2011-11-26T20:52:57.799-06:00</updated><category term='Scarey'/><category term='I got nothing'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Kids Activities'/><category term='Church'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='home life'/><title type='text'>Tracie's Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6661422201861265187</id><published>2011-04-17T07:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:04:49.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>So skipper had a track meet last Saturday. She is throwing discus &amp;amp; shot, or trying to...Anyway, we were lucky enough to get a parking spot close to the discus area, and since there was still a trace of snow on the ground and it was slighly cool Barbie &amp;amp; I decided to sit in the car until it was time for Skipper to throw. Barbie notices this lady with bright red sweat like pants and with a poop green jacket, so we were already making fun of her for her color choices. Shes on the phone, then we notice that she is crying hard. Musta been a bad phone call. Then a young girl comes up with this guy, she tells the girl, the guy like escapes as fast as he can. Crying women and a teenager, he obviously didn't want any part of it. (Can't blame him) She gets on the phone again, talking pretty loudly, waving her arms, dropping the F bomb and she's now right beside our car, we couldn't help but hear, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, on their way to the track meet, they got a call - her, Kenny (her husband) and Kenny's parents that this girl, Melanie, (Kenny's sister) had overdosed, was coding and died. And she (Melanie)had a two week old baby. So Kenny literally drops her off in the street and leave with his parents to return where they came from. The lady (Have since found out her name is Jenn- I now know way too much about this family) goes on to say This situation has been 12 years in the making, i'm not planning the f'ing funeral, i'm not taking the baby, our lives are not going to stop for this, we have basketball on Sunday and school on Monday and then she'd say I don't know what i'm suppose to do. All the time waving her arms, talking loudly, making a scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I get the situation is upsetting to say the least, I understand the whole range of emotions that hit when you get some horrible news, but I kept thinking what I would be doing if I was her and i'm thinking, first of all, I would have gone across the street to make my phone calls for some privacy, and not played it all out in front of strangers and I know I wouldn't have been using the F bomb where people could here me at a middle school track meet with kids everywhere! She was so making the drama about herself! People that knew her, where then coming up to her and asking and as she explain and went on her rant you could just see their faces glaze over and at the first opportunity they would get the hell out of there! I have since found the Obit for this gal and she was only 26 years old with a two week old baby, and her husband lived out of state so I'm thinking her life wasn't real stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little guilty about the way we were making fun of her, but it was better than any of the drama on the reality shows on tv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6661422201861265187?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6661422201861265187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6661422201861265187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6661422201861265187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6661422201861265187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2011/04/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-808842253517991713</id><published>2011-03-10T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:22:35.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickel &amp; Diming</title><content type='html'>In January we spent $115.14 &amp;amp; 211.04 on Barbie's car for a window switch and a water pump; and in the last 30 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had a low tire, so he took his pickup to the repair shop and got an oil change while it was there $48.97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my "low oil" light came on, I have no idea why, but it was time to have my oil changed anyway $31.63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie comes and gets me out of bell choir at church, she slid on ice and hit her back wheel on the curp. Cracked. $53.41 for a new wheel and $111.07 for the repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other morning as i'm backing out of the drive right behind hubby and he stops at the end of the drive way blocking me in and I was instantly ticked about what in the heck he was doing. I had a flat. Flat flat, on the rim flat. $18.51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I left work for the night, got in my car, click click click. Won't start - Crap! We are going to Lincoln on Thursday for State basketball tournaments. I was told probably just a battery. A new alternator and $325.51 later we got to Lincoln &amp;amp; back, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday, I had catored my work's monthly lunch meeting and a trunk full of roaster &amp;amp; crock pots. Left for the day, click click click. Just great! And now it needs a battery $78.55. Oh and the radio &amp;amp; clock that I have been mentioning for YEARS that stays on after I shut off the engine and have ALWAYS been told "oh that clock doesn't pull that much from the battery" all of sudden needs to be replaced because of the pull on the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, some JackWagon, backs into Barbie's car, smashing the headlight and causing a nice dent in the hood and drives away! She filed a police report and we are hoping that the "cameras" at the school got it recorded. The school did not call me back and the police officer said sometimes it's not the right angle and it's spring break so school won't be open now until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year we have spent just under $1,000 on vehicle repairs! Following last summer when we spent $1,200 to have the motor replaced in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-808842253517991713?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/808842253517991713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=808842253517991713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/808842253517991713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/808842253517991713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2011/03/nickel-diming.html' title='Nickel &amp; Diming'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3653388340641255238</id><published>2011-02-24T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:29:23.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Uptodate life</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile since I posted. Everyday, I think today, i'm going to post, then the day is over and I didn't get anything written. Plus I really stink when it comes to writing. So to get everyone up-to-date with my life here are a list of the highlights in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got a different position at my job. Bascially i'm still doing everything I had been doing, but now I sit at the reception desk and answer the phone too. They let 4 people go, which has NEVER happened in the 20 years I have worked there, so basically I'm just happy that I still have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Still working 2 jobs, and the baking for hire as picked up; which is good, but keeps me hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hubby &amp;amp; I had an altercation with a young man who tried to be forceful with Barbie.  (which translates to wouldn't let her leave, had her pinned down to the bed with unwanted advances) Long story short, hubby knocked him around a little bit and the spineless @#%^$ ran right to the cop shop to report "his" assult.  Luckily  the officer that responded hubby played softball with this summer.  We had issues with this same boy a couple years ago that we could have, probably should have pressed charges on him then, but for many reasons didn't.   Barbie was the 2nd girl he has done this to that there are police reports on.  Who know how many went unreported.  We have alot of support from law enforcement, who confidentially told hubby that they wish he wouldn't have stopped hitting him, and many fathers that told us they would have done the same in that situation.  Not that all that makes us feel any better about the whole situation.  Hubby's charges got plead down to disturbing the peace, $100 fine.  Well worth it for the safety of our daughter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Hubby &amp;amp; I are in the beginning stages of buying out his boss.  His boss, mostly the boss's wife, wants to semi-retire and hubby is at the point that he needs to take that next step in his career.     So I hope it all works out, but i'm not making any plans until the ink has dryed on the purchase agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Skipper played both volleyball &amp;amp; basketball with her school team this year.  She really surprised us with her basketball.  My mild, even tempered girl was an agressive little machine out the ball court!  Barbie played voleyball, cheer &amp;amp; dance teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Everything just keeps moving along, for me there seems like is no time for anything.  Even cleaning my house sometimes.  I always feel like i'm playing catch up.   I feel like I am stressed out all the time.  I haven't discussed this with hubby yet, but if the purchase of the business doesn't go through then we will need to make a drastic move concerning our debt because I just can't continue to work 2 jobs much longer.  Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I signed up for that post a day thing, but you can see how well that worked out for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have forgotten more than I have posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3653388340641255238?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3653388340641255238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3653388340641255238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3653388340641255238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3653388340641255238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2011/02/uptodate-life.html' title='Uptodate life'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1508232001948801477</id><published>2010-12-31T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:37:44.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KINDLE OR NOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer &amp;amp; why?  I'm going to start saving for one and I'm just beginning to weigh the pros &amp;amp; cons of each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1508232001948801477?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1508232001948801477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1508232001948801477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1508232001948801477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1508232001948801477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/kindle-or-nook-which-do-you-prefer-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-5554586769049157679</id><published>2010-12-07T06:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:01:44.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Please</title><content type='html'>Please say a pray for our friend's son &amp;amp; grandson. He was born with a heart defect and has already undergone 2 heart surgeries and just keeps having complication after complication since the 2nd surgery.   This little guy can use all the help he can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/kalesoneson"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/kalesoneson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this link works if you'd like to read his story. (I try, but computer literate I am not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-5554586769049157679?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5554586769049157679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=5554586769049157679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5554586769049157679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5554586769049157679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers Please'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7238444237839025372</id><published>2010-09-27T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:45:23.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Homecoming 2010</title><content type='html'>It was Homecoming week at our little High School last week.  Each day the kids had a different theme to dress by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday - color day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Juniors had pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCO9CxnbcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TqB1HfmNsbA/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521570322524368322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCO9CxnbcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TqB1HfmNsbA/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2 - Tourist day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOX-wPCfI/AAAAAAAAASo/RD-I9Pqa7l0/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569685789673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOX-wPCfI/AAAAAAAAASo/RD-I9Pqa7l0/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Duct Tape day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOXXRYPMI/AAAAAAAAASg/wx-CLDczW58/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569675191270594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOXXRYPMI/AAAAAAAAASg/wx-CLDczW58/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Farmer day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOXJaQ7BI/AAAAAAAAASY/pXpgPTTHJJI/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569671470443538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOXJaQ7BI/AAAAAAAAASY/pXpgPTTHJJI/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Spirit day   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's traditional to get one of the football players jersey's to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOWzXis1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/wKn_VKYP9Sc/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569665553445714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOWzXis1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/wKn_VKYP9Sc/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(We had my parents small dog for a few days and I didn't want him to have free range of my house; so we had to block some doorways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dance night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOWcynwpI/AAAAAAAAASI/0SLGHQ3T9RM/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521569659493008018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCOWcynwpI/AAAAAAAAASI/0SLGHQ3T9RM/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't have a date this year, but met up with some friends for supper before the dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thankfully was home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1229776609041929245-7238444237839025372?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7238444237839025372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7238444237839025372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7238444237839025372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7238444237839025372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/09/homecoming-2010.html' title='Homecoming 2010'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TKCO9CxnbcI/AAAAAAAAASw/TqB1HfmNsbA/s72-c/IMG_1780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-824627800469064661</id><published>2010-09-20T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:09:23.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got nothing'/><title type='text'>Deal with it</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most everyone has heard the saying "Put your big girl panties on and deal with it".  I've seen bloggers use and I use it ocassionally myself.  I saw this is a magazine today and it made me chuckle.  Sometimes it's just the way life make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"IF I HAVE TO PULL UP MY BIG GIRLS PANTIES AND DEAL WITH IT ONE MORE TIME THE ELASTIC IS GOING TO BREAK AND I REALLY WILL HAVE TO SHOW MY ASS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-824627800469064661?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/824627800469064661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=824627800469064661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/824627800469064661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/824627800469064661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/09/deal-with-it.html' title='Deal with it'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-723309241116845176</id><published>2010-08-20T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:31:17.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been a shithole of a week - okay well maybe just yesterday but it was a doozie!  And it's going to keep me pinned to the ground for a few weeks and just when I think things will look up it will be there to nock me down again.  I'm not going to go into any details, just that I could really use a hug and maybe some of June's wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-723309241116845176?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/723309241116845176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=723309241116845176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/723309241116845176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/723309241116845176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-has-been-shithole-of-week-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8531400063020357783</id><published>2010-08-18T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T06:54:35.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are just a few things I saw while walking this week and quick snapped a pic with my phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the clouds, they looked like smoke balls and I started to worry I was going to get wet during this walk.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4zYKmUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lr-1tjrw558/s1600/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506715847580358978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4zYKmUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lr-1tjrw558/s400/clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beautiful swans at our park - i can't figure out how to zoom on the phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4jkRPPI/AAAAAAAAARw/nmaFxQPvmNU/s1600/swanss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506715843336158450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4jkRPPI/AAAAAAAAARw/nmaFxQPvmNU/s400/swanss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road construction 1 block from my house&lt;br /&gt;what a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4ZWN6bI/AAAAAAAAARo/usEGUp02JXk/s1600/Road+construction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506715840592865714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4ZWN6bI/AAAAAAAAARo/usEGUp02JXk/s400/Road+construction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we can't walk without Tate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI34c1ubI/AAAAAAAAARg/cno9WYrDCnk/s1600/Tate+Walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506715831762270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI34c1ubI/AAAAAAAAARg/cno9WYrDCnk/s400/Tate+Walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1229776609041929245-8531400063020357783?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8531400063020357783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8531400063020357783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8531400063020357783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8531400063020357783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday-walk.html' title='Wednesday Walk'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGvI4zYKmUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lr-1tjrw558/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4630180355917316778</id><published>2010-08-16T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:02:13.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGn6sw8zvUI/AAAAAAAAARY/o1vM6n_ApSU/s1600/Kelsie+on+a+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506207666398281026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGn6sw8zvUI/AAAAAAAAARY/o1vM6n_ApSU/s400/Kelsie+on+a+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGmXAALqB4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/im_h1OwRaig/s1600/Kelsie+on+a+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGmWp6ltoyI/AAAAAAAAARI/hYS4kJndhA8/s1600/Kelsie+on+a+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are 3 of the 4 little girls that she babysits and went to the rodeo with this weekend.  I love the cabbage patch baby!!  This was definatly her first experience with any type of rodeo or horses or livestock of any kind, but she just loves these little girls and I think she did have a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4630180355917316778?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4630180355917316778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4630180355917316778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4630180355917316778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4630180355917316778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/rodeo-barbie.html' title='Rodeo Barbie'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/TGn6sw8zvUI/AAAAAAAAARY/o1vM6n_ApSU/s72-c/Kelsie+on+a+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2474505533436657598</id><published>2010-08-14T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:55:43.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little blue, a little lonely, a little left out, a little excluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several ladies I know went to the Women of Faith conference in Omaha this weekend.  I was invited but just couldn't justify the expense on my budget, but now I wish included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie left this morning to go with the family that she babysits alot for to go to the rodeo up in north western Nebraska.  This will be Barbie first real experience.  The little girls will be barrel racing, i think.  So she's gone.  For the weekend, having fun, without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked this morning.  Got to work with a good friend and we had a good b i t c h session.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been working on our downstairs bathroom FOREVER!  It's so close.  I finally said it MUST be done before school starts (on Tuesday) or I was going to unleash an attitude he's never seen before.    So when  I got home from work hubby &amp;amp; his friend (wife went to WOF) were working in the shower to get it ready to grout  BUT he wants hubby to go with him &amp;amp; his kids  to go play golf - did I mention that he has been siding his house for 3 years and wants hubby to help him - -  They are suppose to finish tonight when they get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that just leaves me, home alone, feeling sorry for myself, wishing I had something fun to do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough whinning, i'll put my big girl panties on now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2474505533436657598?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2474505533436657598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2474505533436657598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2474505533436657598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2474505533436657598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-feeling-little-blue-little-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2620101083954701872</id><published>2010-08-11T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:54:20.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my mind</title><content type='html'>This is an example of how I am completely losing my mind.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if i put on deodorant this morning. Now i'm sitting here at work stressing to remember if I did or didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i just realized my underwear is too dark for the skirt i'm wearing - UGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2620101083954701872?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2620101083954701872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2620101083954701872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2620101083954701872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2620101083954701872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/losing-my-mind.html' title='Losing my mind'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8659521268107606589</id><published>2010-08-10T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:34:06.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi All! Remember me - you know the one that hasn't blogged in MONTHS! Come on dig deep into that memory bank......No still don't remember me. Hmm I see. Well anyway.....i'll just try to hit the highlights of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I did a couple graduation cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Barbie (formally know as Tink) took my car out of town and the motor blew (fun times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* softball tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* softball tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* softball camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* soccer tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* softball tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* soccer camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* soccer tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* church camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* softball tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* volleyball camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cheer camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* volleyball camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* staycation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dance camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* orthodontic consultation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew, that's the higlights I can remember. It's almost time for school to start again. Actually a week from today! Yikes! So not ready for that! And I think i'm getting my car back today - about $1,300 and 2 1/2 months later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to do better! But it's kinda like exercising, the intention is there but sometime not the gumption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8659521268107606589?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8659521268107606589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8659521268107606589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8659521268107606589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8659521268107606589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-all-remember-me-you-know-one-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3351339655893732552</id><published>2010-02-24T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:50:30.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>The girls and I went to the movie "Dear John" the other day.  Well it was that Monday, President's Day or Washington's Birthday whatever that last holiday was that I got the day off.  And the girls got out of school at 1:30 that day; so we headed to Kearney to catch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;matinee&lt;/span&gt;.   I was wanting to see "Valentine's Day"  but the show times were not right, so we went to "Dear John" instead.  I had kinda wanted to read the book first, but didn't get that done.  It, the movie, was a tear jerker.  All 3 of us cried.  But i've heard that the book ends diffently than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we had an employee lunch  meeting at work.  1/2 of us for an early lunch the other half for a later lunch.  I went early then I had to go to our other location to cover so those gals could go the main bank for the meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying there on their couch thing was the "Dear John" book.  So I was like hmm I wonder how much of the book is different.  So I started skimming through; this part is pretty close; this part is the same; a few differences here &amp;amp; there.  I kept skimming until I got to the end.  And i'm not going to say what was different, don't want to ruin it for anyone else, but, sniff, i was 'bout in tears from that ending too!  If i'd had time to actually read the book I know I would have been bawling like a baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is now playing in our hometown theatre this weekend and I'm so gonna try to drag hubby there and see it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3351339655893732552?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3351339655893732552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3351339655893732552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3351339655893732552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3351339655893732552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4101558235582182291</id><published>2010-01-01T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:41:05.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4101558235582182291?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4101558235582182291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4101558235582182291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4101558235582182291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4101558235582182291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-350683464078427944</id><published>2009-12-26T10:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:38:43.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard - round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7rqryMLI/AAAAAAAAARA/I0-EnSzzuU0/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419584822965317810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7rqryMLI/AAAAAAAAARA/I0-EnSzzuU0/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7rO-4m_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GA5MOaG-tS0/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419584815529237490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7rO-4m_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GA5MOaG-tS0/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7qpg_CNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kxcnBjPyf40/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419584805471717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7qpg_CNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kxcnBjPyf40/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7qYCqQcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BjIf-i82UTo/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419584800781124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7qYCqQcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BjIf-i82UTo/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7px5NQQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LwwjTdQElPM/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419584790540927234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7px5NQQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LwwjTdQElPM/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-350683464078427944?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/350683464078427944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=350683464078427944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/350683464078427944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/350683464078427944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/blizzard-round-2.html' title='Blizzard - round 2'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SzY7rqryMLI/AAAAAAAAARA/I0-EnSzzuU0/s72-c/IMG_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4271334811313006596</id><published>2009-12-25T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:12:31.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4271334811313006596?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4271334811313006596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4271334811313006596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4271334811313006596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4271334811313006596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3972341630017071285</id><published>2009-12-17T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:53:30.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My swap buddy package came from &lt;a href="http://jqbrat.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and enclosed the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SyqtSgEQCcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bjS5ZQW_3Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416332035223456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SyqtSgEQCcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bjS5ZQW_3Y8/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a 3-Tier cooking rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silicone mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the book "Cake Wrecks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love it all!! I'm excited to use the rack, since I've never had a cooking rack and my rolling mat is slightly battered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My whole family, even hubby, has already looked at the book and enjoyed it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Susan really made some great choices for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks Swap Buddy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3972341630017071285?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3972341630017071285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3972341630017071285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3972341630017071285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3972341630017071285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/swap-package.html' title='Swap Package'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SyqtSgEQCcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bjS5ZQW_3Y8/s72-c/IMG_1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3535773023026702047</id><published>2009-12-09T11:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:20:16.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Znkj4_5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-J3B5V0X16Y/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284550974963602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Znkj4_5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-J3B5V0X16Y/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_ZnU_E_MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/s8obuit661I/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284546794028226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_ZnU_E_MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/s8obuit661I/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Zmx8rFQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/H2phjuAaI4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284537388700930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Zmx8rFQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/H2phjuAaI4Y/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Zmk_90JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ne4ELxEuimI/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284533912850578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Zmk_90JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ne4ELxEuimI/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_ZmHaoNQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cPa-R3reckE/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413284525971617026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_ZmHaoNQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cPa-R3reckE/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No words, just pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3535773023026702047?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3535773023026702047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3535773023026702047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3535773023026702047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3535773023026702047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-pictures.html' title='Just pictures'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sx_Znkj4_5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-J3B5V0X16Y/s72-c/IMG_1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8841378769810400150</id><published>2009-12-04T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:11:34.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The word of the day is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am now on vacation until December 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you say WOO HOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8841378769810400150?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8841378769810400150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8841378769810400150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8841378769810400150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8841378769810400150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8371261958501050324</id><published>2009-12-02T06:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:35:29.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DID post yesterday, but in the process my Internet went down and I lost most of it so I am starting over, in my effort to do better at posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these stupid pictures in reverse order, so bear with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the score of the College football game we went to in November (that says 10-3, it's kinda blurry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlqM1erDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cv8yBsWGXKg/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410623778006674482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlqM1erDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cv8yBsWGXKg/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had 4 tickets but they were 2 and 2, so Tink &amp;amp; I sat together. (she'll kill me for posting this pic) There was a "happy" (aka drunk) couple behind us.  They came in the 2nd qtr.  Talking F this F that and I made a face at Tink and kinda rolled my eyes and the guy says are you listening to us talk and i'm like ya, kinda hard not to.  So then they talked to us the rest of the game - of course they were only there for tne 2nd &amp;amp; 4th qtrs.    Something was said, I can't remember what, and he asks Tink how old she is.  16 she replys and he's like No Way! Then he turns to me and says How old are you and I say I'm older than that to which Tink quickly says She's my mom.  And he was like No way, you don't look like you could be the mom and he hits the girl he's with and says She's the mom! and the girl looks at me and says No way.  So the whole rest of the game they kept saying you don't look like the mom.  So I decided their drunk a$$ could stay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlp179JFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yh7EbQ8AAc0/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410623771859821650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlp179JFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yh7EbQ8AAc0/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good day and it helped that our team won!  I'm in the process of making cookies (i know shock right) I've got 53 dz to do by next week and 5 different places that they go.  I had to make myself a spread sheet to keep it all straight.   A few weeks ago I had made these Maple cookies &amp;amp; left them to sit on island overnight so the frosting could set and when I woke in the morning this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlpsJ5ovI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Hq72k02LGhI/s1600-h/11-13-09_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410623769233957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlpsJ5ovI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Hq72k02LGhI/s320/11-13-09_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dog had eaten 2 dz cookies during the night.  I was so pissed!  Last night I tried a new recipe Mint Brownie Bites or something like that, so I set up some protection from the big fur ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlpLyw__I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O6mW3_hOAAE/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410623760546988018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlpLyw__I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O6mW3_hOAAE/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were still safe this morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to all the cookies, Tink has breakfast for the dance team Wednesday AND Thursday.  Two days?!  I made two coffee cakes last night and got up at 5 am to put in the oven but she didn't even go because she has the flu!  But those dancers didn't go hungry, Hubby dropped them off.    Tomorrow I think I'm gonna make a breakfast casserole and they can have that and the left over coffee cake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go make my shopping list so I can get groceries over my lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8371261958501050324?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8371261958501050324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8371261958501050324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8371261958501050324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8371261958501050324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-post-yesterday-but-in-process-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SxZlqM1erDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cv8yBsWGXKg/s72-c/IMG_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4105602365947543992</id><published>2009-11-26T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:01:36.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to all my blog friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping the turkey's not dry, the potatoes are not lumpy and the wine is open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4105602365947543992?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4105602365947543992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4105602365947543992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4105602365947543992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4105602365947543992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-all-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4150698018120735167</id><published>2009-10-30T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:41:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While i'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night while I was at cake class, hubby &amp;amp; Boo carved the pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Jack&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ8Tvu5CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5DqGO5fqhpk/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398366733472818210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ8Tvu5CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5DqGO5fqhpk/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; his cousin, Jack the second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ8MhL9iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g3mVCKUMkp4/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398366731532760610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ8MhL9iI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g3mVCKUMkp4/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally, I would have liked to help out, but this year with every thing else going on I was extremely happy to 1) not have to deal with it and 2) the hubby actually took some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt; and did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;the efforts from last nights class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ7nJPooI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yPALGHRViWo/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398366721500226178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ7nJPooI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yPALGHRViWo/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1229776609041929245-4150698018120735167?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4150698018120735167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4150698018120735167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4150698018120735167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4150698018120735167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-im-gone.html' title='While i&apos;m gone'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SurZ8Tvu5CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5DqGO5fqhpk/s72-c/IMG_1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6841112917225041146</id><published>2009-10-29T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:54:06.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, remember me?</title><content type='html'>October has been such an incredibly busy month! There has been something every night! And on the few nights that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t actually have to go somewhere I was busy in the kitchen baking or whatever to get ready for the next activity. It has just been extremely overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt;’s had volleyball games about 2 nights a week. It’s not really been a good season. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; plays JV Reserve and some JV and those girls have been getting some wins and you can really see those girls meshing together as a team. At the beginning of the season it was like “Oi”. But the Varsity. Those girls never have gotten their stuff together. And talk about a bunch of nasty be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;otches&lt;/span&gt;. Those girls sat in the bleachers during a JV reserve game and were telling the girls to pull their spanks (shorts) down and calling them sluts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skanks&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; whores. This has pretty much been going on the whole season, just usually not so bold. These girls have made it not a fun experience for many of the girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt;’s thinking about not going out next year, but we’ll see….time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; also turned 16 this month. Lord help me!! I think I started a draft of pictures of her cake, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get it finished. She’s been driving everywhere! We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; lost all control!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the last cake decorating class. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been taking Rolled Fondant &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gumpaste&lt;/span&gt; class at Hobby Lobby . So I spend I spend 2 ½ hours on the road for a 2 hour class once a week. I know I’m crazy, somebody just admit me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s also been volleyball team supper that I organized and made 12 pounds of meatballs for. Then it was my turn (and another lady) to feed the cheerleaders this month. We did a baked potato bar – which luckily she took care of, so all I had to do was make some salads and I did some Halloween cupcakes. And working the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; job, Oh and I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; also started selling AVON, because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have enough to do already. This week has been crazy – I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had 21 dz cookies to get ready; a cake to bake &amp;amp; cover with fondant and make my flowers for class; and bus treats for the volleyball team. (I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chex&lt;/span&gt; mix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hope that November will not be so overwhelming. At least so that I can take a breath without ripping someone else’s head off – or at least my husbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had a few things that have happened and I think Oh I’m so going to blog about this, and then I never get around to it and I forget what it was, so sorry you guys have missed some really stupid, crazy, funny stories because I have the memory of an ant. I’ll try to do better ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a serious note, this week we went to the funeral of a good friend, the kind of guy that you spend a few minutes with him and your best friends.  Anyway, he got H1N1, his lungs filled and he couldn't get past it.  His funeral was Tuesday.  It was a hard day.  Dave was a fire man in his little town that he lived and at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; they did a "Last Pager Call" when all of the the pagers went off and the dispatch called out last pager call for Dave So&amp;amp;So.  And I was doing so good no more tears, then I turned my head, I didn't mean to look, that just what was in my line of vision and saw a man, older than me, fighting for his composure and I just lost it.  There's just something about seeing a strong tough man struggling with this loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends , PLEASE wash wash wash your hands, keep them off your face and please please please see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;competent&lt;/span&gt; doctor if start feeling sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6841112917225041146?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6841112917225041146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6841112917225041146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6841112917225041146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6841112917225041146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-remember-me.html' title='Hello, remember me?'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6401261980362542315</id><published>2009-09-21T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:01:54.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yaa yaa yaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yaa&lt;/span&gt;...!  I know I haven't been around here much, okay at all, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been lurking at all your sights.  Saying I've been busy seems like a lame excuse and it is, but I have been and with a total lack of creative juices to write anything that doesn't sound like a bunch of dreaded dribble.  My biggest problem is that by the time I have 2 minutes to write up a blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; forgotten what it was I was going to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take today for instance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; extremely tired after working the weekend (&amp;amp; dealing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wacked&lt;/span&gt; out druggie last night) and completely overwhelmed to the upcoming busy week so everything in my head is not the upbeat perkiness I would like to portray.  In fact I would like to just stick my tongue out and tell a couple people where they can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys ask me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe that will get me back in the swing .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6401261980362542315?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6401261980362542315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6401261980362542315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6401261980362542315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6401261980362542315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/yaa-yaa-yaa.html' title='yaa yaa yaa'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2439525930741942780</id><published>2009-06-24T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:34:58.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The slacker is back</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we headed to Omaha for the Jr. Olympics.  Tink participated in pole vault.  She got 3rd which qualifies her for the Regionals.  She vaulted 8’.  That’s not a bad vault, but she could/should/has the potential to do better.  Needless to say the coach, hubby &amp;amp; I would like to see more effort from her on her training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink started dance camp the next day in Omaha too.  So my original thought was that we would stay over and go the zoo.  Omaha has a really nice zoo! But when I looked on-line it appeared that the hours were only until 5pm and it was going to cost $45  to get in.  So by the time the vaulting got over that only left us a couple hours.  Then I heard that the  college world series was going on and they share a parking lot, so that would not have been good either.  I did an online pricing reservation and we ended up staying at this hotel that had a water resort attached to it.  Hubby took Boo there and Tink and I headed to the mall.  The mall was unproductive and we decided to go back to the hotel.  Well an hour later we made it.  This rural driver got in the wrong lane and the other mean drivers wouldn’t let me over so we had to take this turn that took us I don’t know where.  But we spotted a sign for the street we were staying on, we took that got on our street, choose to turn right.  I looked at the street sign that said 6600 and thought well our hotel is in the 3200 so we have a ways.  Got to 2500 &amp;amp; was like WTH when I saw that it said North and we needed to be on South.  So we turned around.  Drove drove drove.  Then Tink says “Mom the numbers are getting bigger, not smaller”  WHAT!  13300 – Turn around back the other way.  This is were I just start to laugh!   I was just a couple blocks from being right the first time.  I wasn’t really lost, I just didn’t take the originally planned route! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink comes home today.  She’s called home very little, which means it’s going good.  I had texted her a couple time to which she didn’t respond but then I noticed she had made a comment to a friend on facebook and I was starting to get my nose a little out of shape, but she did finally call.  She text this morning to say that she got Blues (which I think means the best) on her dances.  Tomorrow she starts volleyball league. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo has a softball game tonight.  Yea (sarcastic)  It’s 95 degrees with 93% humidity and the poor little things are terrible and get their a$$ handed to them every game. 1) half the team is too young for the age division they are playing 2) the rest are the rejects that the “competitive” team didn’t want 3)the coach has had minimal practices, I don’t typical want to rag on the coach because he or she did step up to volunteer when nobody else did, but these little girls need some help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s a nutshell of my life that I haven’t posted about for weeks!  I know, I’m a slacker you can say it, it’s okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2439525930741942780?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2439525930741942780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2439525930741942780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2439525930741942780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2439525930741942780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/slacker-is-back.html' title='The slacker is back'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3548712609894850509</id><published>2009-06-19T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:28:25.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am truly pathetic!</title><content type='html'>I've recently realized just how pathetic my life really is.  Tate and I were walking earlier this week through the park, we hadn't been through the park for a few days, and there were 2 new pet "waste disposal" containers.   And when I made Tate's "deposit" I did am arm pull &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;. Took a few steps and thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; I just did an arm pull &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt; because there is a new pet waste disposal container.  I've done over the deep end here people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's my addition to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; or if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; just been really busy, I've had lots of entries in my mind and just don't find the time to type them out to post and then I forget.  -- Sorry I will try to do better, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; just given the prime example as to why my life is pathetic I shouldn't have any excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3548712609894850509?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3548712609894850509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3548712609894850509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3548712609894850509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3548712609894850509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-truly-pathetic.html' title='I am truly pathetic!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1515018238051829741</id><published>2009-05-21T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:31:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>I'm still here!  I've been SO stinking busy and I can't even keep up with reading your blogs let alone type anything.  Some day i'll be back and i'll have forgotten everything that has kept me busy and still won't have anything to blog about.  My brain easy in easy out!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1515018238051829741?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1515018238051829741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1515018238051829741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1515018238051829741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1515018238051829741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2474402109059039</id><published>2009-04-21T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:54:12.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for sharing</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much to &lt;a href="http://my3sonsalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-tags.html"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me to do this survey thing (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Summer and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;2. losing weight&lt;br /&gt;3. being debt free&lt;br /&gt;4. some free time&lt;br /&gt;5. Tink making 9 ft at pole vault&lt;br /&gt;6. a finished bathroom in the basement&lt;br /&gt;7. the upstairs bathroom not leaking into the basement&lt;br /&gt;8. quitting my 2nd job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked&lt;br /&gt;2. Rode my bike&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooked on the grill&lt;br /&gt;4. taxied kids&lt;br /&gt;5. cut down the dried dead flowers from the flower bed&lt;br /&gt;6. worked the reception desk at work&lt;br /&gt;7. craved a vanilla coke&lt;br /&gt;8. yesterday was a long time ago -- I don't remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish I could do:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be debt free&lt;br /&gt;2.  unshy-  is that a word??&lt;br /&gt;3.  shop on an unlimited budget&lt;br /&gt;4.  not work&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;amp; still live comfortly&lt;br /&gt;6. get the girls perky again (not bigger, just perky)&lt;br /&gt;7. Have the perfect body without working out&lt;br /&gt;8. this one would be TMI if I shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI-New York&lt;br /&gt;4. Good Morning America&lt;br /&gt;5. Chesey Lately&lt;br /&gt;6. The Soup&lt;br /&gt;7. Anything HGTV&lt;br /&gt;8. idk - I don't watch that much TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:  YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2474402109059039?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2474402109059039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2474402109059039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2474402109059039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2474402109059039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-for-sharing.html' title='Thanks for sharing'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-5368773405373140939</id><published>2009-04-21T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:52:59.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Add it to the list for Mother of the Year!</title><content type='html'>I am a bad mom!  I didn't make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tink's&lt;/span&gt; lunch today!  It's just my passive-aggressive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her several time over the weekend to fold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; in the dryer.  I even reminded her last night that she was to be folding the laundry in the dryer.  I got a blank stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I decided to "forget" to make her lunch.   She came up, grabbed her lunch bag and made a sad face that it was empty and I said "oops I forgot".    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; hubby had to make a big deal about and smile from ear to ear and say "why did you forget?" and I just said "I guess I was too busy folding laundry" .  She was pissed then, but she didn't say anything.  Do you think she got the message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working an average of 45-46 hours every week for the past 3 years, ya think they could help out a little bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-5368773405373140939?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5368773405373140939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=5368773405373140939' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5368773405373140939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5368773405373140939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/add-it-to-list-for-mother-of-year.html' title='Add it to the list for Mother of the Year!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2011832181941140062</id><published>2009-04-13T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:20:00.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got nothing'/><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>I got this &lt;a href="http://janefay.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-150.html"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; since i've been a little dry lately with my posts I thought I'd borrow it - okay steal because I'm not giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My ABC's by Tracie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 39. There will be no more birthdays&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Queen. But between me, hubby and Tate it's getting a little small.&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore(s) you hate: All of them. But mostly the bathroom. Hate cleaning the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;D. - Dog’s name: Tate.&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start-your-day item: Shower&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: Purple.&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: Gold.&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5'3".&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: I used to play the flute but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t prove it.&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Peaon.&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): two girls that both love me very much as long as they are getting what they want.&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: WTH?! I live in a house ?.&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom’s name: Connie.&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: I don't think i've ever had a nickname - except maybe &lt;a href="mailto:B@tch"&gt;B@tch&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;O.Overnight hospital stay other than birth: I've never stayed over in the hospital except for childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: Just one? Bad driving habits drive me nuts! Use your turn signal or i'm gonna call you a name.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie: I haven't seen this movie yet (I think it opens this weekend) but Zac Efrons new movie "17 AGAIN", he's talking to these two girls about respecting themselves and they ofcourse say things about wanting to "respect" him and he says forget it, your some other dads problem. I've only seen the preview but I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;R- Right- or left-handed: right.&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: One brother. one sister - i'm in the middle&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up:Well I set the alarm for 5:15, but then reset it for 6:15.&lt;br /&gt;U- Underwear: Bikinnis&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: I don't like vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways you run late: Checking my facebook and blogs&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you’ve had: I broke my wrist and lots of x-rays for that.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favorite: The monkeys, polar bears, elephants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2011832181941140062?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2011832181941140062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2011832181941140062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2011832181941140062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2011832181941140062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-945727594137533540</id><published>2009-04-10T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:16:52.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>It was half right</title><content type='html'>So last night I was wiped out!  But I had to finish up my cookies for the job for today.  Scotcharoos.  But i was out of a couple things and sent hubby to the store when he took Tink to dance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Get EITHER Peanut Butter Chips OR butterscotch chips AND corn syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Which one of the chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  It doens't matter, they are interchangeable for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Which one do you want, make me a list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Dude, it's 2 things you can't remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made him a list:  in which I wrote  Butterscotch chips,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets back, I unpack the sack, bring out chips - the milk chocolate chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHAT does your list say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  You said they were interchangeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What does your LIST say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him:  (hanging his head) I haveta go back to the store don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  um ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-945727594137533540?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/945727594137533540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=945727594137533540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/945727594137533540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/945727594137533540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-half-right.html' title='It was half right'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7387474165130622893</id><published>2009-03-28T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:59:17.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7gn_kAI/AAAAAAAAANw/7QbKroIpKrI/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436622457344002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7gn_kAI/AAAAAAAAANw/7QbKroIpKrI/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Tink's Freshman volleyball coach, she lives behind us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7ljvBVI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pvxo1JnK9gg/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436623781659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7ljvBVI/AAAAAAAAANo/Pvxo1JnK9gg/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7TrS_dI/AAAAAAAAANg/7ABHQXkeGqg/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436618981539282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7TrS_dI/AAAAAAAAANg/7ABHQXkeGqg/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7X_LX8I/AAAAAAAAANY/rygolTJA9H0/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436620138667970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7X_LX8I/AAAAAAAAANY/rygolTJA9H0/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h6uKs0NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OyDDT_8w5NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436608912707794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h6uKs0NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OyDDT_8w5NQ/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gkUikNeI/AAAAAAAAANI/lWQ-42t-Ipo/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435124564735458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gkUikNeI/AAAAAAAAANI/lWQ-42t-Ipo/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to have her "Dew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gkBAd2yI/AAAAAAAAANA/sMSHTZLB4u0/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435119321439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gkBAd2yI/AAAAAAAAANA/sMSHTZLB4u0/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjxI9f_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6wHl8ZenG8k/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435115062099954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjxI9f_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6wHl8ZenG8k/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjvCeRDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Vc5LxX4Cny4/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435114498016306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjvCeRDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Vc5LxX4Cny4/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjZvMAtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bTPcjzKMILc/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435108779983570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7gjZvMAtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bTPcjzKMILc/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, that opened the car door for her, is her Pole Vault coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fZA7tXwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vww5nWvRmr0/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318433830811295490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fZA7tXwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vww5nWvRmr0/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fZEaYJFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LDA_pihBy90/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318433831745234002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fZEaYJFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LDA_pihBy90/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful!  And i'm in tears, when did she grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fYbebhOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-91lbB3p40A/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318433820756378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7fYbebhOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-91lbB3p40A/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1229776609041929245-7387474165130622893?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7387474165130622893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7387474165130622893' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7387474165130622893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7387474165130622893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/prom-2009.html' title='Prom 2009'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/Sc7h7gn_kAI/AAAAAAAAANw/7QbKroIpKrI/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1474330217079232613</id><published>2009-03-26T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:10:40.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>So, last night i'm doing one of my yoga videos.  Boo's trying to type her DARE report on the computer and she says "mom, their butt's aren't as big as yours" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, ya Boo that's kinda the point, Thanks for pointing that out"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1474330217079232613?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1474330217079232613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1474330217079232613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1474330217079232613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1474330217079232613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2817247200750010125</id><published>2009-03-09T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:22:28.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleacher Butt &amp; Dead Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>Basketball basketball basketball. That's pretty much all i've been doing.....um watching....for the past 2 weeks. Starting with girls districts a week ago last Thursday. And they were and hour &amp;amp; 1/2 away. Then boys districts. I went Thursday, Friday, Saturday, skipped Monday, went Tuesday then girls state basketball tournaments started in Lincoln on Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Tink cheered and/or danced at ALL of that.  (Our girls team got 4th at State)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Thursday &amp;amp; Friday off to go to the State Tournament in Lincoln, but before I left, I had committed myself to making a cake for work for a surprise coffee time celebration for a co-worker that got married.   The bride use to bake/decorate cakes for people.  &amp;amp; she was good.  She quit after her first husband passed away.  So making a cake for her was like preaching to the Pope.  A little intimidating.  But here is a picture of the finished product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311374701697748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SbXLJnuwzvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1guTV9LaCsk/s320/Denise+Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I could use some lessons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway.....in other news.   My cell phone died a very slow &amp;amp; painful death today.   And I am in mourning!  I have/had a razer.  It fell out of my coat pocket the other night when I was picking Boo &amp;amp; her friends up from the YMCA.  And the little hinge thing broke off on one side leaving this ribbon looking thing exposed and now it appears that ribbon thing is tearing.  &amp;amp; I'm tearing!  (Are those even spelled right?  I have NO idea).  After work I went to the cell phone store.  I am looking at a lavender razor OR a pink blackberry pearl.  I can't decide.  I'm not even sure what all the blackberry pearl will do.  Plus it ups our phone plan considerably!  But it's pink and it's cute and somewhere deep inside my tummy I think that's what I want,  BUT the lavendar razor is cute too, but pretty much what I have except in color and we would be saving about $11/month.  What to do what to do.  I'll take suggestions!  PLEASE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2817247200750010125?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2817247200750010125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2817247200750010125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2817247200750010125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2817247200750010125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleacher-butt-dead-cell-phones.html' title='Bleacher Butt &amp; Dead Cell Phones'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SbXLJnuwzvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1guTV9LaCsk/s72-c/Denise+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2625912613276692480</id><published>2009-02-27T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:51:38.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happiness in the small pleasures is tring to decide whether to make Tink's lunch before OR after my shower then realizing it's Friday and she eats at school on Fridays. (Pizza Hut Fridays)  Whoot Whoot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2625912613276692480?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2625912613276692480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2625912613276692480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2625912613276692480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2625912613276692480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-pleasures.html' title='Small Pleasures'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8481071009496602329</id><published>2009-02-17T07:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:41:56.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, yesterday I had the day off for President's Day. And hubby took it off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CgHpC0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/GxFCVV2YJ8w/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761560884808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CgHpC0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/GxFCVV2YJ8w/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was hoping to get "lucky", but I had other plans. (insert evil laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(side note - notice the new paint color on the walls above - we finished painting on Sunday, - now he just needs to finish the wiring and start the trim) (Jordan do you see you're apron?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CTeL24I/AAAAAAAAAL4/vZincZMw0eA/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761557489703810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CTeL24I/AAAAAAAAAL4/vZincZMw0eA/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, he was aware of the carpets getting cleaned when he took the day off.&lt;br /&gt;And he took me to lunch too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CCSCovI/AAAAAAAAALw/THuzRcD6XHk/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761552875365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CCSCovI/AAAAAAAAALw/THuzRcD6XHk/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well at least one of us got to relax!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I took the girls to school Monday morning, some school group - the FFA,  I think- was doing a seat belt check.  If you were wearing your seatbelt you got a piece of candy, but if not then you got a dumb dumb sucker.  Luckily every one in the car had their seat belts on and even I got a piece of candy, but WHY did they do this on the one day that I litterally roll out of bed, throw my hair up in a pony, no makeup, to do this?  Not on every other day, when my hair is fixed and my face doesn't look all wrinkled and puffy?!  WHY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1229776609041929245-8481071009496602329?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8481071009496602329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8481071009496602329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8481071009496602329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8481071009496602329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidents-day.html' title='President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZq_CgHpC0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/GxFCVV2YJ8w/s72-c/IMG_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1603890306856103464</id><published>2009-02-14T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:30:48.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few weeks back, &lt;a href="http://beccablogfromleftcoast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;, organized a Sweetheart Swap for some of us.  We left her a comment saying we wanted to play and she matched us up with another blogger to whom we sent a little something something for Valentine's Day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was very lucky this year as I got to meet two new bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had &lt;a href="http://southerndramamama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; over at Southern Drama Mama.  Go check her out. I had not previously been a Kelly reader, but now that I have met her I have added her to my list of friends.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://velvettush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadine&lt;/a&gt; got my name and she sent me this fluffy pink &amp;amp; blue scarf and some of her famous toffee.  However, I have NO picture of the toffee as my food seeking, selfish, piggy family ate it ALL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZbuKxFqCjI/AAAAAAAAALo/z3xRYV07QNc/s1600-h/!cid_media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302687480018504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZbuKxFqCjI/AAAAAAAAALo/z3xRYV07QNc/s320/!cid_media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love the scarf!  Thanks Nadine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1603890306856103464?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1603890306856103464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1603890306856103464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1603890306856103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1603890306856103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetheart-swap.html' title='Sweetheart Swap'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SZbuKxFqCjI/AAAAAAAAALo/z3xRYV07QNc/s72-c/!cid_media1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7669044514906105346</id><published>2009-02-10T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:16:03.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ut Oh!</title><content type='html'>So hubby and I are at parent teacher conferences, my cell phone rings.  It's Tink wanting to know if she can hang out - ride around -  with her friend Leah, and these 2 boys.  We let her, she had like 40 minutes between dance class and dance team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home, doing our thing.   Watching Biggest Loser, blog surfing.  Door bell rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah's dad "I'm here to get Leah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Leah's not here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD:  "That's what I thought."  turns &amp;amp; leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut the door and was like ut oh somebody's in trouble!  Texting Tink that I'm pretty sure Leah's in trouble  (and i'm pretty confident that Tink's at dance team - or get kicked off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door bell rings and in walks Leah.  "Tink here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  "No, but your dad was just here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah:  "What did you tell him?  What did he say?"  She's like freaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  "We told him you weren't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's back out the door and running down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum body's in trub ble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7669044514906105346?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7669044514906105346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7669044514906105346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7669044514906105346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7669044514906105346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/ut-oh.html' title='Ut Oh!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4212867439318721687</id><published>2009-02-05T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:53:56.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DivaCup</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.divacup.com/"&gt;DivaCup&lt;/a&gt;?  I was reading in my local newspaper the frugel article "Spend a little to save a lot" by Sara Noel.  And in this she mentioned the DivaCup.  I was curious, so I googled it and this is what I found.  Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4212867439318721687?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4212867439318721687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4212867439318721687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4212867439318721687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4212867439318721687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/divacup.html' title='DivaCup'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8241776688677025428</id><published>2009-02-04T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:46:54.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today, so far, I have received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for my B-day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; gift certificates to the massage ?? parlor?  store,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is awesome cuz the massage therapist does an awesome job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYnPmu8lP5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Vrbo7Pj-7s/s1600-h/Unwind.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298994700922208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYnPmu8lP5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Vrbo7Pj-7s/s400/Unwind.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this bauble that says "BELIEVE"  - which I ABsolutely L O V E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYnPmmCBPVI/AAAAAAAAALY/7lws78ysFaE/s1600-h/Believe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298994698529094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYnPmmCBPVI/AAAAAAAAALY/7lws78ysFaE/s400/Believe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But are my friends &amp;amp; family trying to tell me something?&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/1229776609041929245-8241776688677025428?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8241776688677025428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8241776688677025428' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8241776688677025428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8241776688677025428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-are-you-saying.html' title='What are you saying'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYnPmu8lP5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Vrbo7Pj-7s/s72-c/Unwind.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2043692342772928728</id><published>2009-02-02T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:00:00.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who got asked to prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess who got asked to prom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Thursday morning he asked her if he could drive her home after school, forgetting she had an orthodontist appointment she said yes. At lunch time he texted her to make sure that it was still going to work out because he has a surprise for her. But she told him she had an appt and would not be there after school. He says, okay call me when you get back, I'll come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi8Ix6fvI/AAAAAAAAALI/BJu0Sabd2C8/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297678953215590130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi8Ix6fvI/AAAAAAAAALI/BJu0Sabd2C8/s400/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, we had a 40 minute wait to see the orthodontist (that never happens) so by the time we got back to town, Tink had 15 minutes to change and get to the basketball game. He was now coming over after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi73voLkI/AAAAAAAAALA/IsAZKOa6gfA/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297678948642598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi73voLkI/AAAAAAAAALA/IsAZKOa6gfA/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi79n2G9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/RU-aSRjQFzg/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297678950220569554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi79n2G9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/RU-aSRjQFzg/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after the very exciting basketball game - we lost by 1, but it was a great game. He came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked in, handed her the roses and asked is she would go to prom with him. Which she responds very quickly YES. Hubby then pipes in and says "What are you asking her for, you're suppose to be asking me first?" Kinda went over his head! But then I said to him "Only if she can borrow a dress" (meaning from his older sister-who babysat for us for 3 summers) Also went over his head. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi7lpvz6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/w9Jd6RCTIac/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297678943786094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi7lpvz6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/w9Jd6RCTIac/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked with his mom at the bank, (she has since left the bank) Her &amp;amp; I were in a department together when she was pregnant with him. So we know the family pretty well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he "likes" Tink and Tink is saying "just friends" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I told her MONTHS ago that if she got asked as a freshman, she would be borrowing or buying used. I can't justify big bucks on a one wear dress for a freshman. She was working me, showing me dresses on the Internet, finding some reasonably priced, and she ALMOST had me. But then I told her just to call and talk to D - (the boy's sister) and we went to go look at her dresses and she had one that was pretty close to what Tink had been looking at on the Internet. Fits perfect. We just need to have to dry cleaned because the mom accidentally drug part of it through the mud when they moved . I can deal with the dry cleaning vs the price of a new dress. And I told Tink that I would spring for the shoes since we didn't have to pay for the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord help me, she's growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2043692342772928728?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2043692342772928728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2043692342772928728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2043692342772928728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2043692342772928728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-got-asked-to-prom.html' title='Guess who got asked to prom'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYUi8Ix6fvI/AAAAAAAAALI/BJu0Sabd2C8/s72-c/IMG_1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2985068308733617840</id><published>2009-02-01T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:50:14.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my honey!!  He is 41 today - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(way older than me) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYW1FkJxoaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o6vRBrvsaRU/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297839643879907746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYW1FkJxoaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o6vRBrvsaRU/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry you got me in the pic, I don't know how to crop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2985068308733617840?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2985068308733617840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2985068308733617840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2985068308733617840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2985068308733617840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SYW1FkJxoaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o6vRBrvsaRU/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4230170821798208440</id><published>2009-01-21T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:11:20.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>1)      My mom heard about someone in town here that has a teacup poodle, possible free to the right home.  I know this person, and I’m thinking I’m probably the right home.  (That’s what she hinted to my mom anyway) AND I’ve kinda always thought that it would be cool to have this tiny little poodle with my big poodle.  It’s 6 weeks olds, male, black.  I want to name it Sal.  So along with my Tate we could have some Tator Salad.  I thought that was funny, my mom laughed.  Hubby doesn’t quite see it my way and I am pretty sure that I WON”T be getting the teacup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)      I broke my spending record at Wally’ World this past weekend.  We were OUT of EVERYTHING.  $320.23.  I think that’s the most I have ever spent on groceries.  And I keep coming up with things I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)      I got 2 new pair of shoes on clearance. Both purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)      I had to have yet another sex education discussion with my Sunday school class – as to why Mary is referred to as the “Virgin” Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)      We have not seen Boo’s dance bag since before Christmas.  But I have now cleaned every closet and a good portion of the basement looking for it and it’s looking like I’m going to be replacing 3 pairs of freek’n dance shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)      Had Monday off for the MLK holiday.  One word – AWESOME!  I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, picked up kids – wait, did I say Awesome?...... I did take time to watch the movie “House Bunny”  and it was kinda cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)      Our pastor’s daughter is staying with us for a couple of nights.  She is one of Tink’s friends.  But Tink had a busy night (working the concession stand &amp;amp; dance practice) &amp;amp; wasn’t home much of it, plus Tink had dance at 6:45 this morning.  PD is a sweet girl, it’s just a little awkward having an extra kid around that you’re not use to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)      Tomorrow is Boo’s 11th Birthday.  I have to frost a cake tonight.  Wish me luck~  She wants to have one of those mystery birthday party things, but all I found on the internet was downloadable for $30 and I don’t want to pay $30.  So I don’t know what we are going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that’s it, enough random for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4230170821798208440?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4230170821798208440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4230170821798208440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4230170821798208440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4230170821798208440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1509951729157681288</id><published>2009-01-13T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:47:16.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I got!</title><content type='html'>Look what I got in the mail on Saturday!!  I was SO excited!  Jordan from &lt;a href="http://luckywifeandmomto2girls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucky Wife&lt;/a&gt; had a little contest on her site one day (not this site, but her old spaces site).  She had a picture of her family from Christmas and was wondering who could figure out what was "off" in the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWzlQduqkrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MlusG_daDG8/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855733274514098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWzlQduqkrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MlusG_daDG8/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't quite figure out what was not quite right, I guessed enough, she must have felt sorry for me, cuz I won the apron!  It really was a trick question though.  All I saw was a smiling happy looking family with great food in front of them in matching serving bowls (I know matching!)  I did ask what was in the blue roaster, I thought it looked like turkey, since I thought it was the legs sticking up.  And she confirmed that yes that was the Turkey.  I was SO close to the answer because that is what was not right - that she had put the turkey in upside down.  Who knew you could cook it upside down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanks Jordan!  I LOVE THE APRON!!&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/1229776609041929245-1509951729157681288?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1509951729157681288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1509951729157681288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1509951729157681288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1509951729157681288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-i-got.html' title='Look what I got!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWzlQduqkrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MlusG_daDG8/s72-c/IMG_1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3497168124623576922</id><published>2009-01-11T18:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:14:41.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Repairs II</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy weekend.  I traded shifts at the hospital this weekend and worked the day shift instead of the evening shift so I could be off to watch Tink dance at the basketball game.   I think I like days.  It was busier, more things to do, more people, more phone calls.   We traded shifts for all of January &amp;amp; February.   So we'll see how it works out.  Saturday I was up at 5:45 am and pretty much didn't stop til 10:30 pm, tonight I'm looking to go to bed early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my camera to video Tink &amp;amp; the dance team Saturday night doing their dance, but i've never downloaded/uploaded (whatever) a video before, so I don't know if it will show up here or not.  Tink was trying to upload (whatever) it to her facebook, but it said it was going to take like 4 hours!  She keeps watching it over &amp;amp; over.  I think she's going to wear out my camera.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqVT2scn1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HQWeYh17pOI/s1600-h/!cid__media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290204880632061778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqVT2scn1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HQWeYh17pOI/s320/!cid__media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite movie is on!  Can you tell what it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grease  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheet rock layer did come on Saturday, pissed me off in the process,(but that's another story) and got the 1 sheet of sheet rock hung, but no mudding.  I know......... baby steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqU3iI2h4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CoV_u7quVxs/s1600-h/!cid_media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290204394077718402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqU3iI2h4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CoV_u7quVxs/s320/!cid_media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (yikes, there's my reflection - ug, not a good pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqU3JescFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/II0sYQ31tHA/s1600-h/!cid__media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290204387458445394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqU3JescFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/II0sYQ31tHA/s320/!cid__media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he did go hunting on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;(which is YET another story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqU3CjVp5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/-yUznXyMN4c/s1600-h/!cid_media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1229776609041929245-3497168124623576922?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3497168124623576922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3497168124623576922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3497168124623576922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3497168124623576922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-repairs-ii.html' title='Home Repairs II'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWqVT2scn1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HQWeYh17pOI/s72-c/!cid__media1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6929052127689436480</id><published>2009-01-09T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:03:12.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home repairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The electrician came last Sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDE3cqtBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5nkbYTsblT8/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289410775741019154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDE3cqtBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5nkbYTsblT8/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and put in some outlets and light switches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDE91hV6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0eBB8sV_HAI/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289410777455876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDE91hV6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0eBB8sV_HAI/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around the new sliding glass door that got installed, about 3 or 4 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDEsSUMQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/srI5aP_z__A/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289410772744810754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDEsSUMQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/srI5aP_z__A/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hoping the contractor will put up the sheet rock this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm hearing noises of him wanting to go hunting.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and in case you are wondering, i'm talking about my hubby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS.  Jean - that worked -- Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6929052127689436480?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6929052127689436480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6929052127689436480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6929052127689436480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6929052127689436480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-repairs.html' title='home repairs'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SWfDE3cqtBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5nkbYTsblT8/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4648390456169053776</id><published>2009-01-08T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:40:21.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>I admit I am illiterate with electronic stuff.  And i'm starting to get frustrated when I can't figure something out.  Which is why most of the time I don't try.  When I see the instructions, my eyes kinda glaze over and roll into the back of my head, and then my head starts to spin and I put the instructions down and walk away.  That's my approach so far.  BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a question i'm going to ask to see if any of you have any suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set up this Blogger account I initialy used my theotherblonde hotmail e-mail account.  And that is currently where all of the responses to my posts go.  I want to change that so it's all through my real name e-mail.  I just want to deal with one e-mail address.  But I can't find a place to edit that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4648390456169053776?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4648390456169053776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4648390456169053776' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4648390456169053776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4648390456169053776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-638042166722622816</id><published>2009-01-02T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:26:39.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>New Year's Eve, we went to Kearney, to eat with some friends.  My first mistake was asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; if she wanted to come along.  Boo went to a friends for a sleepover.  I thought my friend was bringing her son too, but evidently he changed his mind.  So we picked this bar/restaurant, locally owned, so that put us at 5.  which is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, more than 4 and less than 6 and evidently the hostess had her head straight up her arse and couldn't figure out how to seat 5 and then ended up putting us in a booth that seats 4.  And needless to say when we tried to fix the situation by adding an additional chair, we became a fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hazard&lt;/span&gt; and that was NOT allowed.   And that's all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; saying except that I probably will not be going back there to eat any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about a movie, but the couple we were with were going to meet up with their kids to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; golf and expected us to go with them.  IT was all right, not the funnest ever, but okay.  Then we came home.  I had a very difficult time keeping my eyes open on the ride home and when we got home and I hit the couch that was pretty much it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; says she said it was midnight, but I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;comatose&lt;/span&gt; to hear, next thing I know its 12:30 and hubby says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to bed.  To which I got up and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's day, hubby made brunch - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;omelette's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; toast- and we went for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's, oh I don't want to actually call it a resolution, but that's probably what it is, is to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; more regularly.  So hubby, Tate &amp;amp; I went for a walk.  By the time we got home again it was time for the Gator Bowl - Nebraska 26 Clemson 21!  Go Big Red!!  I didn't really watch much.  I'm kinda superstitious.  I think, they don't play as well when I'm watching, they do better if I don't pay much attention.  Which is what I did, mostly.  I did some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;-folding included-, took down the Christmas tree, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt; and put back up some snowman crap.  That was pretty much my day.  But it was nice just being home and putting around as I pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my car went into the shop.  The "low oil" light has come on a couple of time and we've had to , duh, add oil.    And guess what.  It's going to cost around $1,200 to fix - which is about the cars total worth.  So I don't know what we are going to do.  Plus the compresser on the heat pump is making a funny noise and they are coming on Monday to look at that and that may very well make the decision for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one more thing i'm kinda bumming about, but it's difficult to explain, so just send me some cheer if you got a little extra! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-638042166722622816?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/638042166722622816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=638042166722622816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/638042166722622816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/638042166722622816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8241091628704565246</id><published>2009-01-01T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:26:07.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8241091628704565246?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8241091628704565246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8241091628704565246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8241091628704565246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8241091628704565246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4192030400511752617</id><published>2008-12-30T12:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:11:57.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas-with words</title><content type='html'>I downloaded a bunch of pics, I haven't quite got the concept of what order I am suppose to download them to get them in the order I want, but here we go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate get jealous if he thinks anybody else might be hugging or cuddling, and he has to worm his way in........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvwbMPEXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i44BM0D424Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659990396178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvwbMPEXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i44BM0D424Q/s320/Christmas+2008_036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he's really jealous of Buster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvwLeBGCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fjGrTp-dP1w/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659986175793186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvwLeBGCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fjGrTp-dP1w/s320/Christmas+2008_033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate got a new toy for Christmas and he absolutely LOVES it!!! Plus he is the only one not to beg me to not post the "bad" morning pictures like some of the occupants who shall remain nameless of this house, umm right Tink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvuCk7TdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nt-ikHG8nYQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659949429116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvuCk7TdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nt-ikHG8nYQ/s320/Christmas+2008_031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we went to Church.  We were asked to light the Advent Candle.  It was a very nice service, then we drove around looking at Christmas lights.  I needed a few things from the grocery store for the meal to be made the next day.  So we left home 30 minutes early before church and drove across town (yea, I know it's only a mile, but still it was all the way across town) and the grocery store was CLOSED!!!  I couldn't believe it!  Then we drove to the other grocery store and it was closed too!  I knew they closed for Christmas day, but I don't remember them closing early for Christmas Eve.  I really just needed 2 apples for the stuffing recipe, I could skip the salad.  After we got to church I started scoping the congregation for whomever I thought might have some apples.  Yes, okay I have no shame.  I needed apples.  My brain works one day at a time and I didn't get my grocery supply list done.  Luckily our friends were there and she had apples.  All was saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvtjX7m7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/W--mN-KcArI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659941053111218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvtjX7m7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/W--mN-KcArI/s320/Christmas+2008_030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas day, Boo actually didn't get us up till 8:15.  (Good Girl)  They quickly ripped through their presents.  My mom &amp;amp; dad &amp;amp; hubby's sister came over for lunch.  Mom &amp;amp; Dad just happened to have an extra turkey in their freezer, so we had that with all the fixins--mashed potatoes, stuffing, (mine-with applies &amp;amp; my moms) sweet potatoes, corn, rolls.  It was a nice day.  Only I thought they would all go home early enough that we could run to Kearney for a movie and that didn't happen, but I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvs1DOvmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sGmntUPPx80/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659928618253922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvs1DOvmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sGmntUPPx80/s320/Christmas+2008_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had my whole family over.  Mom &amp;amp; dad, my brother, his wife &amp;amp; two kids, my sister, her hubby and two kids and my brother's older daughter and her BF.  Our tradition has always been lasagne.  My sister made one and I made one.  Hubby made sure to serve from my sister's pan first so he could have any of the leftovers.  :)  It was a nice night too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpufrt8tcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/am9-fMy9jqg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658603263145410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpufrt8tcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/am9-fMy9jqg/s320/Christmas+2008_028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was back to the real world, as I had to work at the hospital.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpufDNjj1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-oFYl1PEKYU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658592389861202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpufDNjj1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-oFYl1PEKYU/s320/Christmas+2008_027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpue3w0HsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tcXX1GGA0t0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658589316521666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpue3w0HsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tcXX1GGA0t0/s320/Christmas+2008_019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink really did beg me not to post her morning pics on my blog, and there &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; are more pics of the kids then the dog, but I DID post them to facebook...but I didn't "tag" her and she thanked me on my wall!  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully you can tell from this one picture that she had a really nice Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpuednX3lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zALSdUzu9qI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658582297599570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpuednX3lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zALSdUzu9qI/s320/Christmas+2008_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpueCL9FCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gL4-1M39c8I/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658574934840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpueCL9FCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gL4-1M39c8I/s320/Christmas+2008_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1229776609041929245-4192030400511752617?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4192030400511752617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4192030400511752617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4192030400511752617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4192030400511752617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas-with words'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SVpvwbMPEXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i44BM0D424Q/s72-c/Christmas+2008_036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7584980139365561181</id><published>2008-12-24T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:19:42.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We started our Christmas on Sunday with Hubby's family-dad, step-mom, sisters.   This was at my house.  We had soup.  I made chicken noodle and step-mom brought chili, and we just had a lot of different finger foods in fill in around the soup.  Hubby's niece had to be to work by 2 so it was all really early, which was nice.  My MIL was so appreciative that I offered to host that she brought me a thank you gift and that was so sweet - a Santa figurine that I absolutely LOVE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, hubby &amp;amp; I went to Kearney and finished our shopping, well most of it.  There were a few things that I got in town yesterday.    School got out yesterday at noon and I think the girls spent the day doing nothing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight our family was asked to light the advent candles for church tonight, then, i'm hoping, we can go look at Christmas lights.  We haven't done that at all yet this year!  I'm hoping it can just be a nice quiet family night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas day will be at my house.  My parents and hubby's sister &amp;amp; niece.  Basically, any of our family members that don't have anywhere else to go.  My mom has a turkey that we are going to fix.  Hubby &amp;amp; I weren't planning on turkey, but mom already had it in her freezer.  I've never cooked a turkey before.  Hubby has fried one before, but we didn't want to mess with that.  Hubby is kinda freaking out about it.  He keeps saying why can't they cook it and just bring it over with them.  and I'm like, cuz my mom's turkey is ALWAYS dry!! It will be fine.  I looked up on the Internet some tips.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, we will have my family, again at my house.  Traditionally, my family celebrated on Christmas Eve and we always have lasagna.  Well we've been able to keep the lasagna, but with all our different jobs -my brother works in law enforcement and my sis in a nursing home -neither of which close-we've had to jiggie around the date.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So there is my Holiday schedule.  Just in case you were wondering!  LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I work the weekend at the hospital.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope each of you have a glorious Holiday and may the spirit of Christmas be in your hearts!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7584980139365561181?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7584980139365561181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7584980139365561181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7584980139365561181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7584980139365561181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-schedule.html' title='Christmas schedule'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7107330550958914665</id><published>2008-12-18T15:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:58:08.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Shower</title><content type='html'>My SIL has a history of expecting help (financial and otherwise) from others but she expects this help on her terms.  I've always struggled with this.  I'm not saying that i'm not willing to help her out, but I don't appreciate her expecting the help and on her terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, at 10:30 she TEXT hubby to say that she didn't have any hot water and could she come for a shower.  Tink &amp;amp; Hubby had not showered yet either.  Hubby text her back, "NOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL  "either 10:45 tonight or at 5:45 am tommorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of choices are those.  I was already in bed, Tink brings the phone into me to read, why I don't know, it's not my sister!  I just responded with "ugg" .  AND if she REALLY was in a bind why in H E L L did she just not call on the phone vs. texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it bugs me, but I got to thinking about what I would have done in the same situation.  I think I would have a) taken a very fast cold shower or b) heated some water up on the stove for a quick bath or c) gone without for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to try to take care of things myself instead of asking for help.  I don't like to ask for help.  Her first response is expect someone else to deal with it for her.  And as my dear friend pointed out this morning, that is a difference is personalities.  Okay yes it is, but it still bugs me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7107330550958914665?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7107330550958914665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7107330550958914665' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7107330550958914665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7107330550958914665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/shower.html' title='Shower'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7646477914985009751</id><published>2008-12-18T08:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:34:02.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Question?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you had no hot water? And needed to take a shower? Would you call a relative or close friend to see if you could shower at their place? And then say you could only come at 10:45 pm or 5:45 am? I have a story, I just want to know what you think.   -  Sorry if that is vague.  I am the supplier of the hot water.   And i'm just really trying to decide if my SIL is that stupid of a user or if i'm maybe just overreacting to be irritated about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....in other Tracie news. I've come to work with yet another headache. I am not prone to headaches. Sometime during the monthly hormonal fluctuation I get a headache, but this one has been pretty constant for at least the last week &amp;amp; 1/2. Monday it was in the back and my neck and shoulder were so tight I was starting to question if I was getting the flu, yesterday it felt like sinus pressure, so I thought well maybe I'm getting a sinus infection and today my neck is stiff again but there is just a dull ache right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made an angel food cake for a funeral at my church today. I was also working on some cookies while it baked and talking to my sister on the phone. I knew enough to put the phone down while I took the cake out of the oven and inverted it on the bottle. I grabbed the first hot pad out of the drawer which was a crocheted hot pad with holes in it (not holes like it needs to be replaces, but like holes between the stitches) and I didn't even think about it, reached in with that hot pad and my finger grabbed the oven rack. To which I said &lt;a href="mailto:*@#$&amp;amp;%"&gt;*@#$&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;^! Then I tried to invert the cake on the bottle, thought I had it lined up but instead but the bottle through the cake! To which I said *&amp;amp;^%$#@! Finally got back on the phone and my sister said "what the hell is going on over there?" The rest of the night I kept hoping that the hole in the cake wouldn't be that noticeable. But......needless to say I sent hubby back to the store at 9:15 to get another cake mix. So you say, at least you have a cake you could do something with now. Well you'd think. But as soon as hubby &amp;amp; Tink realized the first cake was a flop they were like ravenous animals on fresh kill. This morning Boo says "Mom, why did you only make 1/2 a cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody sing ..."The weather outside is frightful..." okay that's enough. I think I made my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping was very frustrating on Monday. I don't know how my husband and I can have the same conversation and both have a completely different opinion on what we decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I have bored you enough, if you made it this far. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7646477914985009751?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7646477914985009751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7646477914985009751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7646477914985009751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7646477914985009751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/question.html' title='Question?'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-474047533262259202</id><published>2008-12-12T18:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:35:58.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well it's been a pretty good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1)  My immediate supervisor was gone today - so good day in its self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2)  I was named &lt;a href="http://sonotjunecleaver.blogspot.com/"&gt;June's&lt;/a&gt; BF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3)  I won an apron from Lucky wife &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://jnframpton.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Mom of 2 girls&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4)  I have a date with my hubby and get this other adults for grown up activities!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5)  I had my hair done! - with some new colors.  I can't just go dark, like is the style, so she put some dark touches in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I might go buy a lottery ticket.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-474047533262259202?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/474047533262259202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=474047533262259202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/474047533262259202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/474047533262259202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3707959625481220627</id><published>2008-12-12T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:42:20.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;am I wide awake at 3:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sound asleep at 6:00 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3707959625481220627?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3707959625481220627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3707959625481220627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3707959625481220627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3707959625481220627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6244503925761934939</id><published>2008-12-10T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:45:22.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Where are my jeans?</title><content type='html'>This morning we are getting to ready to go.  Boo is in a hither because she can’t find any jeans and just won’t take my word that there are NONE in the laundry.  Because evidently she must think I hide her clothes.  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said “Did you check that pile of clean clothes in your room?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  all huffy “MOM, they are NOT it there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well maybe when you get home from school you should try putting away that PILE of clothes then you would be able to find what you needed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  “No mom they are not in there I already looked”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  See previous comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  Glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (to the tune of “If you’re happy and you know it”) “ If you love your mommy put a smile on your face, if you love your mommy put a smile on your face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  Glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  If you love your mommy put a smile on your face, if you love your mommy put a smile on your face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  cracked a laugh and stomped off wailing “that’s not fair!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I won that one, but the clothes WILL NOT be put away either, ….so maybe it’s a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6244503925761934939?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6244503925761934939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6244503925761934939' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6244503925761934939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6244503925761934939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-my-jeans.html' title='Where are my jeans?'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2750525957087314810</id><published>2008-12-09T07:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:18:36.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what we woke up to this morning.  I wish I could add the sound of the wind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/ST5uyJus8cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YlbQYK7hJh0/s1600-h/first+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277777621209117122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/ST5uyJus8cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YlbQYK7hJh0/s320/first+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2750525957087314810?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2750525957087314810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2750525957087314810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2750525957087314810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2750525957087314810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuck.html' title='YUCK'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/ST5uyJus8cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YlbQYK7hJh0/s72-c/first+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1880282483581668511</id><published>2008-12-07T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:39:48.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I'm still cringing too!  I deleted my spaces account.  I think, okay hope, that was the right thing to do.  I started over there and met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of great people, and even though I haven't met anyone over here yet, I think it is easier to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shopping yesterday, was almost a complete waste of time.  SO MANY PEOPLE!  Drives me nuts!  We did finish the 3 nieces, but everyone else is like ???  no clue what to get.  So we did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of walking around.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turned around hubby had wondered off.  He's worse than a kid!  Seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we now have several options for the kids.  But we can't decide. I've been wanting to get the girls TVs for their rooms with DVD players,  I wouldn't let them have cable, but they like to watch movies in their rooms and are constantly fighting over the portable DVD player.  These are kinda pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; really wants a new cell phone and a slim digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo wants an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;, a cell phone.  A cell phone for her would be cheap enough.  She could have my old one (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; really like to get a blackberry-I think) or there are some on line for free or .99.  But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; is way more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking hubby what he thinks, but, and he does what drives him crazy when people do this to him, doesn't ever answer the question directly.  And kinda just keeps talking in circles.  ??&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do....we can't afford all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sounds like we need to be thankful that we have such a problem, because that means all of our needs are met! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I made a great super tonight.  Well okay I made super tonight.  First time all week.  But then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; went to youth group - they were all going to go eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and hubby had a meeting.  So it was just me &amp;amp; Boo.   We liked it, Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;,  but we could have just as easy had cereal.  Oh well!  At least that can't say I never cook!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1880282483581668511?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1880282483581668511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1880282483581668511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1880282483581668511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1880282483581668511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7227166740921311956</id><published>2008-12-06T11:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:43:53.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am  a loser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I AM A GREAT BIG LOSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for not posting more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a very nice Thanksgiving. At my sisters. She &amp;amp; her hubby did all the cooking. It was great. All I had to do was show up! So relaxing! And I didn't even end up having to work at the hospital because my co-worker (that I work with on the weekends) wanted the extra hours and offered to work it for me!! YEA!! (Thanks N!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But there have been a few things going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tink got into MAJOR trouble! I would not have blogged about the details here anyway because I don't wont the whole world to know, but it has been emotional for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My BIL, my above sister's hubby, got yet another DUI Friday night after he wrecked his vehicle. And he checked himself into a treatment center. And again he barely blew over the legal limit, but it's still over. He isn't a stumbling drunk nor is his consumption a lot, he just doesn't make wise decisions. He tries so hard to please people that sometimes in order to get the acceptance he puts himself at risk. But hopefully he will get the help he needs because this has been very difficult on my sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My community has lost yet another teenager this week. That makes 3 since April! One due to natural causes - he had had an heart condition his whole life, but during PE he wasn't feeling well and went to the restroom and that is where the students the teacher sent to go check on him found him. The next 2 from senseless car accidents. Neither had been drinking or screwing around just bad driving decisions. I just try to remember that as traumatic as it is to lose young people that for whatever reason it was God's plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have the whole weekend off so I'm going to try to get a big push going on the holiday shopping &amp;amp; baking this weekend. And as you can see I am using my time wisely on the computer! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I do think I just heard the dryer buzz, so I probably better get busy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7227166740921311956?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7227166740921311956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7227166740921311956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7227166740921311956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7227166740921311956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-loser.html' title='I am  a loser!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-840386265892230106</id><published>2008-11-27T09:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:28:55.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Wishing each &amp;amp; every one of you a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope your day is all you wished for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-840386265892230106?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/840386265892230106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=840386265892230106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/840386265892230106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/840386265892230106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishing-each-every-one-of-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8599759427560665364</id><published>2008-11-20T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:29:05.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's been yet another busy week.   I've been sitting here at work trying to remember......it's a tough job! (remembering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was escaping me completely, but I finally remembered that I had back to back meetings at church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday my dad had knee replacement surgery.  Which went very well, and now he is in the recovery/healing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had an employee meeting over the lunch hours.  Half goes at 11:30 and the other half goes at 12:30.  And well, I cooked.  For 35 people.  Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, all the fixings.  The bank doesn't have a stove or anything so it all had to be in roasters &amp;amp; crockpots.  Another co-worker brought a couple of salads and dessert and someone else brought corn.   But it went really well, and I received a great amount of praise!  (which, you know, is why I did it - haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get back into Yoga.  Several years ago, I wouldn't miss, but then it just got harder &amp;amp; harder to juggle all the schedules and I gave it up.  The Y offers classes twice a week and I aim for both, but usually just make one.   This session of classes, there is also a 20/20 cardio/toning class that i've been trying to attend too.  But it's at 4:10 and that makes it hard to get there.  I've gone twice.  (But I think there has only been 4) .  On Tuesday I was actually seeing spots!  I joked that I was going to start calling the instructor Jillian!  (From the Biggest Loser)  As she kept saying "DIG DEEP"  And i wanted to tell her where she could dig!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that life so far this week - not much, but an update!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8599759427560665364?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8599759427560665364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8599759427560665364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8599759427560665364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8599759427560665364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-its-been-yet-another-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4892723836797324573</id><published>2008-11-15T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:09:16.018-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Tate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks pretty innocent doesn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SR8LDJHxKAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8NlX4zRDhh4/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268942237662783490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SR8LDJHxKAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8NlX4zRDhh4/s200/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, don't let those handsome good looks fool ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, while I was in Kearney, Boo was at a friends, Tink went out to eat with the dance team for a "bonding" night and hubby was out in the garage with my dad building steps for our new patio door this little twerp got the container (with a lid) of cookies off the counter and proceeded to eat himself sick.  I'm guessing around 3 dozen cookies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now anybody with half a brain knows that you don't leave this little cookie monster alone in the house for ANY length of time.  I can't even go downstairs to do the laundry that he doesn't start ripping the house apart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;guess&lt;/strong&gt; who was up half the night puking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess &lt;/strong&gt;who else was up cleaning it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okay not just me, hubby helped, some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; who had to go outside at 2:30 AM and again at 4:00 AM to coax the dog back in the house because he thought he was in trouble and wouldn't come back in by himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Picture this:  me in ONLY my bathrobe outside in the cold in the middle of the night trying to bribe a big poodle with a dog biscuit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; who goes right back to sleep and starts snoring and guess who else tosses and turns and is almost back to sleep and hour later when the cookie monster start to hurl again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; who now has 4 extra loads of laundry to do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt; who is perfectly fine this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4892723836797324573?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4892723836797324573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4892723836797324573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4892723836797324573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4892723836797324573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/tate.html' title='Tate'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SR8LDJHxKAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8NlX4zRDhh4/s72-c/IMG_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-562703772668641461</id><published>2008-11-14T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:48:43.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Ready for the weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who's ready for the weekend??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ME - that's who!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I will run over to  Kearney tonight.  I want to stop at Hobby Lobby, have a return a JC Penney and need to hit Wally World for the next two weeks of grocerys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do have to work at the hospital on Saturday, but won't have to on Sunday since I worked last Sunday due a trade.  Yea!  I'm looking forward to only having to work one night of the weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I am looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great weekend to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-562703772668641461?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/562703772668641461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=562703772668641461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/562703772668641461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/562703772668641461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-for-weekend.html' title='Ready for the weekend!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8151046881831150122</id><published>2008-11-10T17:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:13:23.129-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend we traveled to the big city of Omaha for Boo and her dance class to attend Dance Olympus.  On Saturday there was a competion.   I found humor in the fact that they were assigned the "Green Room" for their dressing room vs. dressing room 1 or 2, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAQRvpFnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_e6c3qUPM-A/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171150083462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAQRvpFnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_e6c3qUPM-A/s200/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are in the green room, Boo is right behind this little girl that stepped in front on me right when the picture snapped.  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAP2QmsXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NuHkhFLlrao/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171142705525106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAP2QmsXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NuHkhFLlrao/s200/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't take any flash photography in the the auditorium, and I didn't know how to shut my flash off, plus it was pretty dark so they probably wouldn't have turned out anyway - (atleast that's what I'm telling my self)  .  Here is Boo and her dance mate with their 2 third place trophies!  The two teams that beat them in both their Tap and Jazz were VERY good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAPa913KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k3MmkB-k4iU/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171135379070114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAPa913KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k3MmkB-k4iU/s200/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arn't their costumes just adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAOwVXfLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Gfud9RymQTw/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171123935018162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAOwVXfLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Gfud9RymQTw/s200/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic. of the hairdo that we had to do.  One of the mom's actually gave a demonstration on how we were to do the hair!  The hair tutuorial was a little overwhelming, and I told Boo that she was so screwed because she had me to do her hair.  But we practiced and I think it turned out pretty cute!  Although, she did get a couple of odd looks at the mall!  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAOag6lQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-YKePkoTKtg/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171118077875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAOag6lQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-YKePkoTKtg/s200/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8151046881831150122?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8151046881831150122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8151046881831150122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8151046881831150122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8151046881831150122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SRjAQRvpFnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_e6c3qUPM-A/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2323075239346702243</id><published>2008-11-10T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:27:06.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>Frustration 1</title><content type='html'>So this morning is a perfect example of my growing frustration at home.  When I took the 2nd job, hubby said he would “pick up the slack” at home.  And when I get home at 11:00 I am exhausted and go straight to bed, not because the work is grueling, many nights it is so boring you want to rip out your hair and count the strands, but just because it’s late, later than I usually go to bed and I know it’s going to be a long week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am getting ready for work this morning, I put my laundry in the basket and notice that it is so full there is a tower going up the wall and I thought to myself it would have been nice if he could have taken this downstairs to the laundry room, but I didn’t say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move into the kitchen for breakfast.  I usually make Tink’s lunch for her.  Last night I specifically asked her to make her sandwich, and I got some lip back, but I was very clear that I wanted HER to make the sandwich LAST NIGHT.  I open the refrigerator to pack it into her lunch bag – no sandwich.  I said “didn’t she make her sandwich like I asked her to?” guess not.  The dishes from last night’s supper are still out. The containers that they brought the food to the hospital in laying on the island now with caked dried cold cheese, hamburger still in the skillet, cups all over the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at hubby and said “What did you do last night”  (obviously nothing) “Well I took the (new) clothes out of the bags (and put them in the laundry) and you said that you bought the wrong bras (sorry TMI) so I put those in the sack and put them on your dresser.”  He’s now looking at me sheepishly and says “I guess, nothing”  (no kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said trying not to cry “I think &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; need to find the 2nd job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want ME to get a second job?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well this obviously isn’t working!  We’re in worse financial shape now than when I started there 3 years ago.”  And not to mention I am completely stressed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab my toast go sit down at the table, he makes pop tarts for himself &amp;amp; Boo.  Tink finally come up and he starts ragging on her because she didn’t make her sandwich.   ? I wasn’t going to say anything, just let her pay the consequences of not having done it.  But no, he has to start ragging on her, she lips backs, he yells at her for lipping and says “mom doesn’t need this”  and I sit there thinking WTH and just shake my head.  Whatever buddy, don’t cover your own guilt by yelling at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really ticked me off last weekend was when he announced he was going hunting all day.  WHAT, I’m going to go work all day, first Saturday morning at the bank and then my 2nd job and you’re going to go do what you want without any regard for anything else.  Then on Monday when he finds out his boss worked all day I hear “well I screwed up, I should have stayed home and helped Boss”  Ya think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having just said (typed) all that, hubby is not a complete jerk, he’s just an oblivious man.  This frustration is NOT the reason I so upset the other day, it’s just the easiest to talk about right now.  Because we all rag on our hubby’s, it’s in the sisterhood doctrine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2323075239346702243?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2323075239346702243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2323075239346702243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2323075239346702243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2323075239346702243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustration-1.html' title='Frustration 1'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-5504798965529046996</id><published>2008-11-07T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:45:12.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I will vent, cuz I got SO SO SO SO much to vent about, but first i'm off to Omaha to Boo's dance competion thing.  Unless ofcourse I start drinking margaritas and am able to drink everything away.  - Yea I don't think thats going to happen this is more of a church going do gooders crowd than a let's get drunk in the parking lot soccer people that we usually go places with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-5504798965529046996?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5504798965529046996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=5504798965529046996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5504798965529046996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/5504798965529046996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7428640145426394917</id><published>2008-11-05T12:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:41:44.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when your so frustrated it overwhelms you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated at work&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated at home&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated=bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sit here crying trying to understand why I just can't find the positives and thinking the best thing to do is just not let anyone in, build my wall,  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my best not being good enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being judged unfairly -especailly from people who have NO right to be judging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of working hard and getting no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay I don't expect anyone to comment, I just needed to get it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7428640145426394917?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7428640145426394917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7428640145426394917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7428640145426394917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7428640145426394917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2515620906228726591</id><published>2008-10-31T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:51:45.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Here's our Jacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Do you see Tink standing in the door? No not the one just hanging around, the other door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu_AuZmXZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Zlng6BhtFss/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263510608688864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu_AuZmXZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Zlng6BhtFss/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boo's design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu_ATLiufI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GlAoAjf68kE/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263510601382148594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu_ATLiufI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GlAoAjf68kE/s200/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hubby's design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-__zGVtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wUNC1JwG7QY/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263510596179351250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-__zGVtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wUNC1JwG7QY/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some lady even asked if we carved those and how great they were.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she was on a sugar brain surge or what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our visitorsL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece's&lt;br /&gt;a princess (I think) and Gabriella from High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-LNiZPUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q8txjdxRMOs/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509689334316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-LNiZPUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q8txjdxRMOs/s200/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sista -&lt;br /&gt;she won't shut up long enough to get a good pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Kz8LLkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PZ6YbueYpS0/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509682463125058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Kz8LLkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PZ6YbueYpS0/s200/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaina - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our pastor's great-granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Kn52YsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VjnA5EvOYSo/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509679232148162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Kn52YsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VjnA5EvOYSo/s200/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-KN8d6VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lFiLh_SQXNA/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509672263805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-KN8d6VI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lFiLh_SQXNA/s200/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo's friend is having a slumber party tonight for her b-day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they all went trick or treating as a group.  And the best part is that her mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took them all!  WooYoo!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a gorgeous night out tonight  High 60s, no wind - perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like the nights I did take kids, when it was cold, and windy and misting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the moment you have all been waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drum roll please...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The cheer costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(please notice that no foul language was used - thought but not actually used-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get points for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Js8kb7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/igYpOua6zPM/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509663405862834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu-Js8kb7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/igYpOua6zPM/s200/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not my best work, but I think it could have turned out way worse and she would have loved it.  Because I made it, for her.  Notice she only made out with one pom that I had to make her go back to the car to get.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, i shoulda closed the doors to the desk before I took that pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1229776609041929245-2515620906228726591?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2515620906228726591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2515620906228726591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2515620906228726591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2515620906228726591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQu_AuZmXZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Zlng6BhtFss/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8214480881682868932</id><published>2008-10-31T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:34:08.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Halloween Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year at work, on Halloween day, we get a visit from Witchie Poo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Witchie Poo is one of our employees alter egos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first year she did this, she got SO many employees caught off guard, especially the guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I meant to bring my real camera and I forgot, so I took these with my cell phone, so the quality is a little blurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsRFgezhgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SwZJG_MDuFI/s1600-h/Witchie+poo+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263319375828715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsRFgezhgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SwZJG_MDuFI/s200/Witchie+poo+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so much fun!  She just cackles and laughs!  And asks if you've been naughty or not.  The more naughty you admit to, the more candy or loot she gives.  Some of the things she says -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsRFPnBW_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VU-FPkc_2wI/s1600-h/Witchie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263319371299773426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsRFPnBW_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VU-FPkc_2wI/s200/Witchie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zingers, she can totally slam people (things you wouldn't really say to their face) then cackle, they laugh too and it's all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Her "new" socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsREo7jGzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bQ2n8Zufm18/s1600-h/socks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263319360916888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsREo7jGzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bQ2n8Zufm18/s200/socks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is handing out the loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsREt4pGZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sAMYpYQtdyU/s1600-h/Witchie+Poo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263319362246875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsREt4pGZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sAMYpYQtdyU/s200/Witchie+Poo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I e-mailed these pictures to everyone at work too this morning, and she brought me out another piece of candy and a plastic frog because I had been extra naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsREe9f7nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5ef7O_xAJeI/s1600-h/Kirk%27s+Loot.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8214480881682868932?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8214480881682868932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8214480881682868932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8214480881682868932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8214480881682868932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-tradition.html' title='Halloween Tradition'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SQsRFgezhgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SwZJG_MDuFI/s72-c/Witchie+poo+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2696158677331488710</id><published>2008-10-29T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:30:45.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Not around</title><content type='html'>I haven't been around much this week.  Boo decided last week that she wanted to be a cheerleader for halloween.  So guess who has been sewing all week?  I just have some finishing touches and it should be done.  A real seamstress would fall down laughing if she could she my work, but for a halloween costume it will do.   Right now I am the "best mommy ever".  Atleast until the next time I ask her to clean her room or unload the dishwasher then we'll be back to "that's not fair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming the costume fits, i'll post pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2696158677331488710?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2696158677331488710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2696158677331488710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2696158677331488710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2696158677331488710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-around.html' title='Not around'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8141660333069189683</id><published>2008-10-24T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:09:39.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Pray for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tink just passed her leaner's permit driver's test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8141660333069189683?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8141660333069189683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8141660333069189683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8141660333069189683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8141660333069189683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray for me!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7392843138438343065</id><published>2008-10-23T15:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:56:53.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just shoot me!</title><content type='html'>I swear to GOD I am surrounded by stupid people!  (No not you guys) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I took Tink out to our local one stop store – like a Wal-mart only a whole lot smaller.  I don’t got out there very often because every time I go out there I leave severely ticked off.  But Tink needed some khaki pants for her vocal music concert tonight since the pair she has she can’t button and since the weather was so bad yesterday – rain turning to snow, high winds- we could not go to Kearney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull into the parking lot and there is one spot near the building open, because the rest of parking lot is under water—seriously.  But the car next to this one parking spot has their driver’s door open but they are loading something into their trunk.  So I start pulling in slowly, thinking they would like you know SHUT their door.  NO.  They finished loading whatever they were doing then went into the building with the car door still hanging open.  So I squeezed in anyway.  IDIOTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find some pants that she’s willing to wear, she grabs the size she thinks she needs.  She didn’t want to try them on because she had just gotten out of v-ball practice and only had on her spandex (no undies).  I looked at the priced.  $27.99.  To which I shrieked and said to Tink “I wouldn’t pay this much for pants if we were at name brand store.”  Well, I might, but she better LOVE them!!  But I was NOT expecting that prices at the discount store.  But we had to have them.  So now I’m irritated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to the checkout.  This boy she knows that use to be our neighbor was working out there and Tink didn’t want to go to his line, so we go to what APPEARS to be the next shortest.  Get in line behind “Tom”.  Now around here all you gotta say is “Tom” was there and everyone just goes “Ahh” and shakes their head.  You don’t have to explain cuz everyone knows him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just say, “Tom” believes he lives in the pioneer days.  Dressed cowboy to the hilt during the day.    Cross-dresser by night.  People have spotted him out &amp;amp; about shopping dressed as an attractive woman – except for all that facial hair.  “Tom” likes to get the reaction out of people.  He’s also the, I guess you call it nice-rude.  He’s very polite but he asks you do things for him that are so outlandish that you wouldn’t do for any other customer.  And he pushes until you are so exasperated..  I could go on &amp;amp; on, but hopefully you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,  so we’re in line behind Tom, he then leaves the line at the end of him being checked out and comes back with this big-A jug of whiskey.  Of course the kid working the checkout line is not old enough to sell it so he has to ask for help.  So the lady comes over deals with the alcohol tells Tom his total and he says “Well, I gotta go back out to the pickup and get my checkbook”  I just rolled my eyes and shook my head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime the lady that came to help with the alcohol opens another lane.  So we move over there.  But this other couple got in front of us.  The couple from above with the car door.  All she has is a Big-A jug of Vodka and a Nestle ice cream bar.  (And I’m now thinking what’s up with all the big-A jugs of Alcohol) and she has ONES to pay for it.  She’s shuffling through her money and says I know I have a ten in here somewhere and money is falling and it’s all crinkled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Tink and said “Just shoot me!  Shoot me now!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-7392843138438343065?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7392843138438343065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7392843138438343065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7392843138438343065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7392843138438343065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-shoot-me.html' title='Just shoot me!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2858808820046498188</id><published>2008-10-21T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:53:54.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>It says what?!</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday at Sunday School we were having the lesson on Abraham and Sarah and God giving them a baby and being patient for God's gifts.  The kids were taking turns reading the lesson story and the scripture story from the Bible.   I have 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I must say that I do not care for the Bibles that are in the rooms for the kids to use.  One of our previous lessons, the scripture did not match the papers that we were trying to do. Then I got out the one Adventure Bible and it matched word for word.   There use to be Adventure Bibles for kids in all the Sunday School rooms.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Those&lt;/span&gt; were easier reading and have little boxes that give an example of the scripture lesson to put it into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; for the kids.   I'm not sure what happened to them, but they have been replaces by these others.  I'm not sure what the version of these are, but for kids, I don't like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  one the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade boys in the class was reading the bible verse and it came to a part about Sarah being past the age of still having her monthly period.  He blushed slightly, said the word period like it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grotesque&lt;/span&gt;, but he kept going and didn't have much of a reaction and none of the other kids did.  So I thought, whew, got through that okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept reading then it said something, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; paraphrasing, it was Sarah talking "am I still young enough to enjoy sex?"  He fumbled over those words turn 10 shades of red.  And I said "Does it REALLY say that?"   He started snickering, and the other teacher said "YES it really says that!"  And the whole room burst into laughter.  He was so embarrassed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda was funny, mostly just his &amp;amp; my reactions I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to ask the pastor what happened to those other Bibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2858808820046498188?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2858808820046498188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2858808820046498188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2858808820046498188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2858808820046498188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-says-what.html' title='It says what?!'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1447648754151889368</id><published>2008-10-18T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:33:04.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Men at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the activity at my house last Saturday.  I didn't get a "before" picture before they started but this is pretty close - just imagine the window surronded by "berry berry" sheet rock.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjV7xV5GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1sbGLZ2f1xw/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258484005893170274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjV7xV5GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1sbGLZ2f1xw/s200/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tate was in the middle of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWFgaF4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/bPMI5eA6ZJU/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258484008506496898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWFgaF4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/bPMI5eA6ZJU/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWUxeb6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VzqyY63P9BE/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258484012604616610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWUxeb6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/VzqyY63P9BE/s200/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWooWV4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/M2--JqEYfE4/s1600-h/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258484017935046530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjWooWV4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/M2--JqEYfE4/s200/IMG_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjW3ALjTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TegnMEL4rN8/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258484021793099058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjW3ALjTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TegnMEL4rN8/s200/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to catch them just standing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneoas0UHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MGX2g76zthM/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258478825875198066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneoas0UHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MGX2g76zthM/s200/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneotpD9cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mqRVOyr4t_U/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258478830959719874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneotpD9cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mqRVOyr4t_U/s200/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad, hubby, &amp;amp; Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneoxpWbEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVO8rN-hbJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258478832034671682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPneoxpWbEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVO8rN-hbJ8/s200/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnepD5jbfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/osmTu3kdqn4/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258478836934471154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnepD5jbfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/osmTu3kdqn4/s200/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get an "after" shot either.   The door works, but hubby is going to add an outlet and a switch for some lights outside.  Then the sheet rock will needto be replaced and then more dust, etc. etc.  Maybe by this time NEXT year! &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/1229776609041929245-1447648754151889368?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1447648754151889368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1447648754151889368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1447648754151889368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1447648754151889368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/men-at-work.html' title='Men at Work'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPnjV7xV5GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1sbGLZ2f1xw/s72-c/IMG_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7325939498690147557</id><published>2008-10-17T07:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:42:20.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>Although not June quality, here are pics of 2 of the cakes I made this past week for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tink's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  The third cake is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to materialize.  Please keep in mind that this was my first frosting experience.  I was a frosting virgin.  And though it was slightly messy there was a fair amount of enjoyment and I will probably try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below cake is the one we ate for the family party the night of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tink's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday.  Yes those are those cake candies that you buy at the store.  They were Tinkerbell and that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; wanted.  I used purple frosting because that's what I had left over from the first cake.  I was trying for a lime green for the edge.  I had the neon food coloring &amp;amp; the decorations said green &amp;amp; pink, but the pink and purple lids BOTH had pink lids and I accidentally grabbed by purple and I just couldn't get past this baby poop green color.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAojaY4SI/AAAAAAAAACY/92XX_DZ3FEs/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258093999144100130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAojaY4SI/AAAAAAAAACY/92XX_DZ3FEs/s200/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next 3 pics. are the cake that we took to the volleyball team dinner on Wednesday.  The "freshman" were in charge of the food so I thought since it was her actual birthday day that cake &amp;amp; ice cream would be fun.    The girls were all so nice and the following adjectives were used: cute, fun, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiApqdwqfI/AAAAAAAAACg/v6Ht2-l2yFk/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258094018217159154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiApqdwqfI/AAAAAAAAACg/v6Ht2-l2yFk/s200/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAqWRFJWI/AAAAAAAAACo/7DyGVAxGpp8/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258094029975135586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAqWRFJWI/AAAAAAAAACo/7DyGVAxGpp8/s200/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAq-ugbaI/AAAAAAAAACw/4fyRio69hqs/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258094040835976610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAq-ugbaI/AAAAAAAAACw/4fyRio69hqs/s200/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what Hoorah means, other than it's printed on their t-shirts and they say it sometime after they score a point.  I'm just the mom!&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/1229776609041929245-7325939498690147557?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7325939498690147557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7325939498690147557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7325939498690147557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7325939498690147557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPiAojaY4SI/AAAAAAAAACY/92XX_DZ3FEs/s72-c/IMG_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2950727222956453961</id><published>2008-10-15T07:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:20:40.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>15 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Tink!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257353614200960882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPXfQekQd3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/20eLM_cqEME/s200/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't believe it's been 15 years. It just seems like yesterday that we brought her home from the hospital. Just the other day that she &amp;amp; I had some major toddler power struggles. Just the other day she started kindergarden. Just the other day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse me while I go dry my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's a 5'7" freshman in high school! A super sweet girl and i'm SO proud of her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2950727222956453961?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2950727222956453961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2950727222956453961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2950727222956453961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2950727222956453961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-yeara.html' title='15 years'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SPXfQekQd3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/20eLM_cqEME/s72-c/IMG_1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1043645797270234770</id><published>2008-10-13T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:20:04.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home life'/><title type='text'>Columbus Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have the day off!  WooHoo!!!  It's great!  I love a day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had MANY things to get done today.  And I should have made a list.  Cuz my brain had gone all ADD on me.  It's seems I start something, move on to the next thing without finishing the first thing.  Can't get organized.   feel like I haven't gotten much done, because the house is kinda in disaray due to the ADD thing, but I have been busy most of the morning (well until I logged on to the computer)  I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken Tink to school&lt;br /&gt;went to the grocery storey-before my shower even and my hair was ohhhohhh&lt;br /&gt;baked a cake&lt;br /&gt;exercised&lt;br /&gt;showered&lt;br /&gt;beat the dog-no not really, but we did have words-he is SO naughty&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned out the front coat closet&lt;br /&gt;changed the mouse on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I really should make a list for what I want to get done this afternoon.  But.... I probably won't, I'll just keep pinballing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repair shop came to get my car, they changed the water pump last week/2wks ago and my "Low Coolant" lite came on yesterday while the girls  &amp;amp; I were in Kearney.  SO hubby thinks my car must have a "slow" leak probably due to that they didn't get something tightened correctly.   I called hubby when I noticed the light was one, so he says I will need to add some antifreeze and to watch the heat gauge thing closely, we were almost to Kearney so I told him I thought wal-mart would do that, he agreed.  The girls &amp;amp; I went to the mall, did our damage then headed over to wal-mart.  I stood in line back at the automotive department to be told "they are not trained for anitfreeze"  WHAT!?  I stood there and said " they just can't poor some in for me" and the lady was like "NO, they are not trained, yada yada" plus she had this not nice attitude.  SO i replied " fine, i'll figure out how to do it myself"  and I turned around and walked out.  Oh did I mention that it was pouring rain!  The girls and I started our shopping, I was almost in tears!  Somewhere between complete anger and frustration.  We finished up our shopping headed out to the car, in the rain,  then I try to figure out how to get the hood open, and where the antifreeze goes.  Several phone calls to hubby later, I am trying to the get the cap off the radiator thing and I can not get it off and I am now pissed at hubby for not being there.  And please keep in mind that we are in the parking lot of wal-mart.  Cars coming and going, cars that contain men, men that the watching this woman standing in the rain messing with the engine portion of her car.  And the ONLY person that asked me if I needed any help WAS ANOTHER WOMAN!!!  I couldn't ge the cap off to add the antifreeze and I was so mad and wet by this point I just called hubby and said "we are on our way, i'll call you when we overheat!"  But, luckily, we made it home without overheating.  I kept the vent on blowing cold air into the car just the get the air moving through the engine, hopefully helping to keep whatever cool, beside me &amp;amp; the girls, and I don't know if it helped or not.  I hate dealing with that kind of stuff by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, hubby was like all you should have needed to do was push down and turn, like a medicine cap and it should have came right off.  To which I said "prove it" and I marched him right out the garage with my hands on my hips and made him take it off.  And he struggled with it, but evently got it off.  But he agreed, especailly in the rain when it &amp;amp; my hands were wet, that I probably would not have gotten it off.    They just brought my car back........no bill, hopefully they won't charge for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get busy, my day's a wasting!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1043645797270234770?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1043645797270234770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1043645797270234770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1043645797270234770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1043645797270234770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/columbus-day.html' title='Columbus Day'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6456267122596536339</id><published>2008-10-07T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:41:18.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Free Night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This week is &lt;strong&gt;suppose &lt;/strong&gt;to be my calm before the storm as next week is just {shudder} overwhelming.  This is supposed to be a semi-&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; week.  Tink has a game on Thursday at home.  That’s it.  I can handle that.  So I have all week to bake cookies.  Off at 4 on Monday, should be able to get right home and get started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then, I promised (and forgotten) Boo a new pair of shoes (and she wasn’t about to forget that-unload the dishwasher yes, new shoes, no) after school, -she went up two shoe sizes, did she need those?-We had NO food, so a trip to the grocery store, and a meeting with a bridal couple for their upcoming wedding, plus the normal taxi driving around picking up &amp;amp; delivering of the children to their many activities.  I didn’t get home until 6:30.  So much for getting a good start before we had to go to Boo’s parent-teacher conferences at 7:55.  Which, I might add, she would appear to be the perfect child.  All A’s, the teachers all said that she participates in class, asks questions, can “see” the bigger picture and is just a delight to have in class.  Really!?  ….She must be different at school.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyhoo, I did still manage to get some of cookies baked up last night.  But I was left wondering what happened to my "free" night. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,   tonight……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,  I again get off at 4 and there is nothing until Tink’s PTC.  So I should be able to get started on more cookies right away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6456267122596536339?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6456267122596536339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6456267122596536339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6456267122596536339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6456267122596536339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-night.html' title='Free Night?'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4071515638596881631</id><published>2008-10-02T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:02:39.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Tracie and I’m a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t, again, posted in awhile.  Seems to be my M.O.  I just can’t seem to find the time, energy, or the creativeness.  All the blogs I read seem to reek from creative verbage, pictures, and a purpose.  Then there are my posts – boring, uncreative.  So anyway, that makes it easier to be a lurker vs a blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights of the things I did not blog about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The idiot checker at Wally World that gave my family the new catch phrase “Is this a cold item?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Volleyball games/cheerleading/dance classes……ie.  kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I’m sure hubby did something pinheaded to blog about, but I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Work/Supervisor—Let’s just say I really need to win the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Church-our youth pastor just up &amp;amp; quit with no notice-which is really a blessing, because there were issues and the kids didn’t like him, and, I am on the committee that deals with the staff AND I’m on the youth council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October doesn’t look good for posts either.  If I make it to the 18th, I’m home free, but until then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      28 dozen cookies&lt;br /&gt;      3 birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;       5 volleyball games&lt;br /&gt;      2 meetings&lt;br /&gt;      1 team supper&lt;br /&gt;      1 cheer supper&lt;br /&gt;      1 wedding w/rehearsal &lt;br /&gt;Plus working two jobs, and keeping up with the house &amp;amp; kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be lurking, just don’t forget me in my absence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4071515638596881631?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4071515638596881631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4071515638596881631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4071515638596881631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4071515638596881631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2910351476028081514</id><published>2008-09-22T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:17:30.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Wakey Wakey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Saturday morning when I got up, I woke Boo so she could start getting ready for Optimist volleyball practice, then I went downstairs to rotate the laundry and wake Tink, she had mentioned that maybe she wanted to help with Optimist Volleyball (some of the high school team usually helps out with this program).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got to the bottom of the stairs there was this dark purple addidas duffle bag on the floor.  And I’m not remembering that Tink had a dark purple duffle bag although I couldn’t at the time recall just exactly what colors she did have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked through the family room to the laundry room, did my thing, (you know the laundry) came back through, was almost through on my way to Tink’s bedroom when I notice Tink asleep on the couch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like “Tink what are you doing there?”  I leaned down and started rubbing her back saying wakey wakey Tink.  The body moves, the head lifts and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;IT”S NOT TINK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brain was working overtime trying to figure out why the face didn’t match the person.  It was “L”, Tink’s friend who evidently came over after I had gone to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t know who was more freaked- her or me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tink had gotten up from the couch and moved to her bed sometime during the night and Tink decided that 9 am was too early to help with volleyball.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2910351476028081514?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2910351476028081514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2910351476028081514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2910351476028081514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2910351476028081514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey Wakey'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-7827624305552469563</id><published>2008-09-18T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:21:04.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What else do I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What else do I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SNKpiz8DHWI/AAAAAAAAACI/atttX6-mEqM/s1600-h/van+coke.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247442931362766178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SNKpiz8DHWI/AAAAAAAAACI/atttX6-mEqM/s200/van+coke.bmp" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SNKpbzCB4zI/AAAAAAAAACA/8p6cvd8gGhY/s1600-h/Hershey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247442810860331826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SNKpbzCB4zI/AAAAAAAAACA/8p6cvd8gGhY/s200/Hershey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I think i'm set for the afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1229776609041929245-7827624305552469563?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7827624305552469563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=7827624305552469563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7827624305552469563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/7827624305552469563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-else-do-i-need.html' title='What else do I need'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SNKpiz8DHWI/AAAAAAAAACI/atttX6-mEqM/s72-c/van+coke.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6835359415521417430</id><published>2008-09-14T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:41:24.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2vAO167TI/AAAAAAAAABc/bD8dZpfi6cU/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246041559475612978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2vAO167TI/AAAAAAAAABc/bD8dZpfi6cU/s200/IMG_0937.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tink &amp;amp; her date for the homecoming dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6835359415521417430?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6835359415521417430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6835359415521417430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6835359415521417430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6835359415521417430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2vAO167TI/AAAAAAAAABc/bD8dZpfi6cU/s72-c/IMG_0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-9163151706580431470</id><published>2008-09-10T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:53:19.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless his heart</title><content type='html'>Yes, I’m referring to my hubby.  I was busy/running late this morning making breakfast, so I asked him to make Tink’s lunch.  (Otherwise he just sits there zoned out) Which he did willingly, but I should have known better.  First of all, he was in the way.  He’s just so, I don’t know, big.  He just stands there in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to the fridge to get the stuff to make a turkey sandwich.  Tink takes a turkey sandwich every day, she doesn’t eat ham.  He pulls out the bread.  Stands there looking for the mayo.  I say “it’s in the bottom of the door” where it’s always at.  I then notice he has just regular bread, so I say “she likes her sandwich on the hoagie bun” and he is still standing in the open fridge.  All the while I’m needing eggs, milk, cheese, bagels, etc out of the fridge he is standing dumbfounded in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes the sandwich stuff over to the counter and then he says “does she have any more turkey?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  “what” I just bought a family size package of shaved turkey; I look over “honey, that’s ham”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM:  IT IS?!  SHIT! Can I put it back?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  “What else does she take?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  Jello, pretzels, fruit snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the fridge, stands there; finally finds the jello by himself.   Then he goes to the cupboard opens the top, looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Says:  “Fruit snacks are on the bottom” She too now has this tone to her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless his heart, but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say to him – Do you live here?  How do you NOT know this stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-9163151706580431470?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/9163151706580431470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=9163151706580431470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/9163151706580431470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/9163151706580431470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/bless-his-heart.html' title='Bless his heart'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-3194580576916123906</id><published>2008-09-03T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:55:25.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I picked Boo up from school.  Well almost she was walking home and I pulled over and she got it.  She had a dentist appointment.  Which resulted in needing 2 teeth extracted, well 1 tooth and 1 root that didn't come out with the tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started telling me about this "game" this boy in her class showed some of them.   Where you put your hand on your neck and sweeze until your face turns purple, then you stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had JUST talked about this game as a 10 year old boy from another Nebraska town DIED as a result of playing this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "BOO, WE JUST TALKED ABOUT THAT, YOU CAN DIE FROM DOING THAT! DON"T DO THAT!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started crying and said she didn't realize that it was the say thing because when I showed her that my hand action was different.  THen I stated asking the "mom" questions.  Which boy showed you this?  Where did he show you?  Who else did it?  She caught on real quick and started pleading with me not to tell anyone.  And I just said "honey I have to tell, what if someone gets hurt or killed because they were playing this game and I knew and didn't do anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called the principal and spoke with him.  I told him that I wasn't looking to get this boy in trouble, but this was a very serious thing they were doing.  He said he would "investigate" and that yes it was serious.  I think he was also wondering which adult was suppose to be in charge of the kids?  I don't know.  Boo did say after school today that this boy got called into the office.  I hope, though, that the principal talks to the class as a whole as to about how dangerous this is and didn't just lecture this one boy.  That was my intent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-3194580576916123906?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3194580576916123906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=3194580576916123906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3194580576916123906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/3194580576916123906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-picked-boo-up-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-4791043303796258763</id><published>2008-08-24T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:10:05.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>August 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theotherblonde.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!68EAB81CED08D663!1817.entry"&gt;Meltdown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink had a meltdown Thursday night. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When weightlifting started the Basketball coach was getting on Tink about going out for BB and not cheer &amp;amp; dance, which was already too late since we’d already paid a ton of $$ for the uniforms.  She said she just smiled at him and said no.  The other day Hubby’s dad &amp;amp; BB coach were somewhere together and again BB coach tells hubby’s dad that he thinks Tink should be going out for basketball, he can make her a ball player yada yada.  Dad tells hubby, hubby tells Tink.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She has been at school everyday this week by 6:00 a.m. for volleyball practice, full day of school, and practice again from 4-7.  This, by itself, is an exhausting schedule.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday she finds out there is cheer practice on Thursday right after school.  (They are on early schedule due to heat-but it’s not hot right now) and something about popsicles.  Which she didn’t quite get but thought W/E.  Evidently the cheerleaders had out popsicles to all of the different sports participants.  Her time was 4:00.  I don’t know if this is the time she got stuck with, being the only freshman, or if this is what she volunteered for.  Tink then calls VB coach to tell her she would be a few minutes late.  This did not go over well with VB coach, who then proceeded to chew Tink’s hiney and that she needs to get her priorities straight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tink calls me at work to say how mad she is at VB coach and I didn’t quite jump on Tink’s band wagon.  Eventually she hung up on me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So Tink goes to VB practice on time, skips the cheer thing and then overhears VB coach bad mouthing Tink to the other coaches.  Which I agree is not cool. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she gets home, we all talk about it.  Hubby &amp;amp; I try to explain to her – this is where the coach is coming from, this is the reality of high school, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hubby then leaves to take Boo to a play with a friend. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make conversation with Tink.  Asked her about her lunch, that I packed, that she didn’t eat much of.  (She’s been eating like a horse) and finally she breaks out in tears about how – dad is pressuring her to play sports, how none of the girls will be her partner at practice (that’s another whole long blog), the upperclassmen pull the “I’m an upperclassman” bullcrap, she’s getting ribbing about being a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hubby get home and I tell him what she said.  He didn’t want her to feel that he was putting pressure on her to play sports that she needed to do whatever she really wanted.  And how proud is of her for going out for cheer &amp;amp; dance.  And that she needed to take the comment from the BB coach as a compliment that the BB Coach thought she was a good enough player, not that hubby wanted her to play BB. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheer &amp;amp; Dance is where she needs to be.  She is CONSTANTLY doing cheers around the house.  She has always twirled across the room, not walked.  She has never done that with a ball.  She’s a good athlete, but she has never practiced at home with a ball the way she does cheer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think next week will be better.  I think she is just exhausted and overwhelmed and things just bother you more when you are exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-4791043303796258763?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4791043303796258763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=4791043303796258763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4791043303796258763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/4791043303796258763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-6745341091483219646</id><published>2008-08-21T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:54:17.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>August 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theotherblonde.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!68EAB81CED08D663!1807.entry"&gt;G-Sale &amp;amp; School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on this post ALL WEEK!  Seriously, I just can't seem to get it finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe garage sale i had last Saturday went pretty well.  I would have liked to have gotten rid of more clothes, but all of the big things sold.  We made right around $300.  The rest of the clothes, I packed up and we took to good will.  Usually I continue to store them for the next garage sale, but this time I just wanted it all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't rain!  I was just exhausted though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink started high school Monday!    My baby!   She had to be at school and ready for volleyball practice by 6:15 am. every stinking morning.  The NSAA has limited the practice time before school starts,  they use to have 2 a-day practices for 2 weeks before school started, but for some reason this year they wern't allowed to do that,  they are having their 2 a-days now while school is in session.  Which makes for a very long day for those kids -  I would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo stared her first year of middle school on Tuesday.  Mom's not ready for that one either.  I hate that they are growing up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it has started, coming home every night to backpacks strung all over the couch, shoes kicked off at the door, homework strung out everywhere else.  And Mom, I need lunch money, I need picture money, I need an activity pass, I need my assignment planner, I need new tennies, I need new knee pads, I need, I need, I need.!  It's enough to put me over the edge!  I swear the first month of school is financially draining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crosswalk lady totally irritated me!  2nd day of school!  The lady is a moron!  There was a car parked on the corner, so this mom pulls in behind the parked car to drop of kid (mom happens to be a co-worker).  I pull up to the stop sign.  I'm the only car.  I start to go and catch the movement of the cross walk lady from the corner of my eye and I stop.  She's moved to the middle of the street to stop traffic (me) so kid can safely cross the street.  KID WAS STILL GETTING OUT OF THE CAR!  He wasn't even ready to cross the street.  She did this all last year too.  Kids would still be 1/2 block away and she'd stop traffic and then yell at the kids to hurry up.  Then the kids run to the corner and across the street.  In my opinion, which I know doens't count for much-and i'm telling you cuz nobody else would listen, she is not teaching the kids the proper safety common sense when crossing a busy street.  She's teaching them to hurry up and run across.  Plus I was the only car, would it have killed her to let me go?  Well, I showed her, I didn't wave!   I did think about calling the school and complaining, but I thought it would be easier just to change my route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-6745341091483219646?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6745341091483219646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=6745341091483219646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6745341091483219646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/6745341091483219646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-2981750514704709692</id><published>2008-08-14T16:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:58:35.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tink got her braces off yesterday. She was so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She had a brace check on Monday, which I took the afternoon off to take her to (and I also slipped in a massage too) and the Dr. told her we could get those puppies removed! Woo Hoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our appointment choices were: Wednesday or Thursday at 7 am &amp;amp; (not OR) 2pm&lt;br /&gt;or Monday or Wednesday of next week at 7 or 7:30 am &amp;amp; 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, of course, had some scheduling re-coordination to do to make those time work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was scheduled for Wednesday @ 7 am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house at 6:15 - Tink, Boo &amp;amp; me -&lt;br /&gt;(And I meant to bring my camera for this prestigious event, but I forgot and used my cell phone instead) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in the parking lot of the lovely building below at 6:57 a.m. I guess I should have taken a picture of the parking lot because it was empty! But within 3 minutes, just enough time for me to panic and be pissed if nobody showed up till 7:30, the Dr. pulled up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234524779886382162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SKTEjbkbjFI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pvj6a6aJNYM/s200/08-13-08_0659.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1poKSnorCm174r1XqCcbLuSfCLLw9mxI083_LrBu4mxBadqUGqmL_sO4K2eEYC1462f89y1JvyOO4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's the before shot. You can't really see the braces, but they are there&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234524338504140242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SKTEJvStBdI/AAAAAAAAABM/9R9Cs0mBtDk/s200/08-13-08_0700.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; took him about 30 minutes to cut the braces off and grind the glue off her teeth. Then we went back to the waiting room to wait for the rest of the staff to show up at 8:00 to do her molds for the retainer. Which took about 10 minutes after the staff arrived and got settled in for their day. So then we had the rest of the day until 2:00 pm to mess around till we had to be back to get her temporary retainer. Below are the "after shots" She ran her tongue over her teeth all day and smiled with closed teeth at any reflective surface all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234523756741360882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SKTDn4DpfPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wNm3sNkTC0g/s200/08-13-08_0816.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pDFeP2Ahux-UeXUQ1SmoK_nfJcda0KwNwUxZ7tXhJrJ03ZCrQBye5jGL2GIroaSnTcyoUftuGniU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234522975106553170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SKTC6YPY1VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_-PYY2S5gxY/s200/08-13-08_0815.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1py_RxIUScrcAT5DzktxXrnyXq39DphKYi3nrN3ue9-pdmO8IIYkAjQLIZ5e_esbPCjiy-c1wrpdY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She was pretty excited! The retainer's going to take gettin some use to - with the extra saliva and the funny speech thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I guess this sounds like i'm complaining about the orthodontist, and i'm really not. That's just the way the day rolled. I just don't have that creative writing skill to make it all sound funny-- and although I don't particularly care for this guy and Boo will be seeing someone else, Tink's teeth do look good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-2981750514704709692?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2981750514704709692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=2981750514704709692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2981750514704709692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/2981750514704709692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/tink-got-her-braces-off-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SKTEjbkbjFI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pvj6a6aJNYM/s72-c/08-13-08_0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-1544473492469831420</id><published>2008-08-08T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:11:36.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><title type='text'>Softball at 40</title><content type='html'>So last night was Church league softball for hubby.  It was the first night of their season end tournament.  Every year this man gets hurt.  Shoulder, road rash from sliding, ripped muscles.  Last week he took a line drive right to this left shin,….the good leg.  Currently his right ankle is in a brace, having graduated from a walking cast from a fall on the ice this past winter.  That, I might add, the nice people from workman’s compensation are paying for.  I kept saying “you are going to screw up that ankle and we are going to have to pay for it”  Last night, line drive.  He got his right foot lifted just in time for the ball to smack him right on that big toe knuckle.  He tried really hard to walk it off.  I said to Boo – go get your dad some ice, he’s gonna need it.  This morning the knuckle are of his big toe was swollen and there was just a little color between the big toe and the second toe.  By lunch the color was crawling up his foot.  I can’t get him to realize that he is not 20 anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is hubby’s dad’s 70th birthday party.  Hubby, the girls &amp;amp; his sister went down (to their town-about 25 minutes away) at lunch time and I’ll go down after work.  They are going to golf &amp;amp; stuff, but someone had to stay home to work!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-1544473492469831420?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1544473492469831420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=1544473492469831420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1544473492469831420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/1544473492469831420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/08/softball-at-40.html' title='Softball at 40'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-8857998521415997370</id><published>2008-07-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:01:13.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YMCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i've been taking a few classes at the Y - mostly water arobics,  and yoga.  I like the gal that teaches water on Thursday better than the gal on Tuesday.  On Tuesday I don't feel like i've got that good of a work out.  So tonight, instead I went to P H A T - Phenomenal Hips, Abs &amp;amp; Thighs - and i think she only worked the abs then I stayed for Cardio Xpress.  YEA I don't think i'll be doing that again.  I thought I was going to die! Seriously! And i know that as soon as I really relax tonight and I won't be able to move when I get up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1229776609041929245-8857998521415997370?l=nemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8857998521415997370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1229776609041929245&amp;postID=8857998521415997370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8857998521415997370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1229776609041929245/posts/default/8857998521415997370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/ymca.html' title='YMCA'/><author><name>Tracie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SM2zMya6aNI/AAAAAAAAABo/5zq_-68quEg/S220/IMG_1248.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229776609041929245.post-5402545230363443786</id><published>2008-07-22T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:29:00.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this is my first post on, what is this? Blogger? Anyway, let's try to keep it simple while I experiment around a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my daughter Tink. Saturday she competed in the Cornhusker State Games. She did her Personal Record and won/received the Bronze medal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SIaWn0E5RaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jqic2TuzGeI/s1600-h/Corn+Huskers+and+more+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030028348278178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lp5pAl1VdGw/SIaWn0E5RaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jqic2TuzGeI/s320/Corn+Huskers+and+more+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my other daughter Boo. She also competed in the weekend Cornhusker State Games. Her team won the championship. 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