<?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-7825478459205328216</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:18:36.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-4632379903388123984</id><published>2012-02-04T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T04:05:03.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hummmmm</title><content type='html'>Or, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't wanted to say much about the choice I made back on January 9th. Pam and Matt started talking about doing P90X for the {third} time, and asked me if I wanted to join them. I could have said "No". But... I didn't. I took the fit test and was "deemed worthy" and so jumped into it not really knowing what to expect. I wont lie, it's been hard. It's a little hard on my joints (knees and wrists, mostly), but then again, many things are hard on my joints. WORK is hard on my joints. But, even after a month I'm feeling better. Less exhausted most days. Less stressed out. And, even though it's only been a month, I can see some changes in my body. Not extreme by any means, but just enough to know that it's worth it. I think I'm going to be buying some new clothes in another 60 days! I'm stronger. I can feel it. Just some of the tasks that I've had to do at work that used to be a struggle because items were heavy, I can lift, carry, do what I need to do. It's pretty cool what a difference a month can make. I'm so glad that Pam and Matt are here, encouraging me to just keep going! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed week 8 of my chemistry class. Took this week's quiz, and actually made a "B" on it. I've been getting "A's" on my regular assignments, but the quizzes have been hard for me to know just what to study for/take notes on, because sometimes the lecture notes don't match the quiz! Anyway, I'm still making a B in that class. Imagine that, ME, making a B in chemistry. I'm a little proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given more responsibility at work lately. Hopefully a raise will follow. We had our corporate inspection happen a couple of weeks ago. I just so happened to be working when the inspector came in. It was quite nice to have him pause, take a *DEEP* breath and comment on how much better it smelled in there. And then to continually talk about how much cleaner the store was, and what an improvement it was. (yup patting myself on the back!)&amp;nbsp; Also, we scored a 247/250. I'm not sure what our previous scores had been, but I'm pretty sure this was a crazy huge improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on. I'm... content right now. School's going good. Work is going well. I'm seeing someone very regularly, and I'm very happy with the status quo. Life is, well, good! {bet you didn't think those words would cross my keyboard!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-4632379903388123984?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/4632379903388123984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=4632379903388123984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4632379903388123984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4632379903388123984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-that-make-you-go-hummmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hummmmm'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7559129630730159466</id><published>2011-12-27T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:59:07.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Year in Review.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many things have happened this past year, and I suppose it’s time to tell y’all about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;January: I got smart and decided that it was time to go back to school. I enrolled in online courses through South University on January 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, and my first class started January 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Since then, I’ve taken 32 credits, and after checking out my gpa, I’ve got a cumulative of 3.2. Not fantastic, but it’ll do. My goal is to get an associates degree in health science, then get into nursing school. Long road with lots of classes, but it will be worth it in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;April: Danielle and Jeremy broke up. He moved out, and the long process of separation begins. There were a few times when I thought they were going to get back together, but it doesn’t look like it. If only they could have met 5 years from now, they would have been perfect for each other. Life got crazy for me after Jeremy left. Danielle got a job, and I started juggling school, work and watching Allie while Danielle worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;May: Allie turned a year old. Our daily routine consisted of me stumbling into the kitchen to make my coffee, and Allie trotting (crawling, and later walking) into my room as I sipped my coffee and started my homework. I miss our early morning “chats”. On Memorial Day, I decided to take my sister, Pam, up on her offer to live in California while taking classes. I put in my 8 week notice at work and try to figure out what I would take with me, and what I could leave behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;July: I spent the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July weekend with my sister, Kate, and her family in Virginia Beach. It was a very nice visit, and bittersweet, as I knew it was going to be the last one I would take to see them for a very long time. I brought Allie with me, and Kate’s son, Preston really took a shine to “baby Allie”. Hopefully, Danielle can make an effort to go see them and keep that connection going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;August: THE BIG MOVE! I arrived the day before a mini-family reunion, and it was great to see half the family and also meet my mom’s fiancée (although THAT didn’t happen until after we met Spencer). I had a two week break from classes, and it was nice to just breathe, look for a job and get settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;September: Took a quick trip to Idaho, for my mom’s wedding to Spencer. The sisters that ended up in Idaho spent 2 days cooking and setting up our sister, Beth’s home and back yard for an open house. Pam and her husband Matt also left for a 6 week bike ride down the Pacific Coast from the Canadian Border to the Mexican Border. If interested, you can read their trip journal here:&lt;a href="http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/?o=1&amp;amp;doc_id=9347&amp;amp;v=BO" target="_blank"&gt; Crazy guy on a bike &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/?o=1&amp;amp;doc_id=9347&amp;amp;v=BO"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;October: Still had no luck finding a job. I was really starting to get worried! (I did manage to meet a really nice guy though….)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;November: Sucked up my pride and went crawling back to Coldstone about mid-month. Was offered a job as a manager at a store about 20 miles from my home, part time, so it works with my classes, and, well, making about the same pay as I was making at my old store. Not much, but it will pay the bills with a little bit extra at the end of the month. Thanksgiving was spent with new friends eating at a very nice Chinese restaurant, watching a movie and then great conversation and wine into the late evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;December: I’m now working 5 days a week, but still only about 20-25 hours a week. Mainly closings, but I think I’m ok with that. Solstice came and went. I didn’t do much to celebrate the rebirth of the sun, although I did have a new nephew born on that day, how awesome is that? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas Eve was spent making lasagna, playing a new game and watching Fellowship of the Ring. Christmas Day, was spent eating left over lasagna, and finishing up the trilogy. Did I mention all three of them were the extended editions? &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Good company, great entertainment. All in all it was a good weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’m anticipating my birthday. Not sure what I’m going to do, besides work the opening shift. It’s going to be my first year (in about 11!) without my Tansy girl to celebrate with. But really, at 40+ who really celebrates birthdays, anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that’s my 2011 in a very condensed form. Happy New Year, y’all! Hope the next year is more joyful, more peaceful and perhaps even more prosperous for all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7559129630730159466?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7559129630730159466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7559129630730159466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7559129630730159466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7559129630730159466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-in-review.html' title='2011 Year in Review.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6594803399701716111</id><published>2011-11-08T00:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:12:37.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in California...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKuRorsV_Tk/TrjHW8-15LI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pBU126Lasdg/s1600/BethKateandGwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDfxRFsXsbs/TrjHXL75YCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SRqZhpz_Q_M/s1600/gwenidaho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDfxRFsXsbs/TrjHXL75YCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SRqZhpz_Q_M/s320/gwenidaho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672502931828072482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CLARENCE;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've been here for 3 months now. I'm still in the process of finding a job, and it's totally humiliating that a mature woman can't even get an interview to work at a fast food joint. I do have to admit that I've taken a few days off here and there  from scouring Cragislist and hitting up retail websites to give myself a mental break, but all in all, it's been a nearly full time job with out the rewards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOWEVER, last week I did what I vowed I WOULDN'T do when I moved. I marched myself down to the closest Ice Cream shop, and told them that I used to be an assistant manager at a store in North Carolina, I was looking for a job, and did they have any openings. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Of course&lt;/i&gt; the girl at the counter did her job and pretty much shoo-ed me off with the whole "it's the slow season" spiel. As I was trudging to my car, very disappointed mind you, she came running out the store and asked me to come back in and fill out an application, because I had "experience". Ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say, the manager called me this morning and asked me for a contact number for my former manager in North Carolina. I received another call this evening, and I get to go in for an interview tomorrow morning. We shall see if I can&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WOW him and get a few hours a week in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My life has been wonderfully.. slow. Taking a class at a time (granted, they are INTENSE!) and that's about it. I've met a few people here, some I'm really thankful that I did, others, well,.. I'll reserve judgment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I'm wondering... since my life seems oh-so-boring, should I even bother with this blog anymore? OR, should I tell everyone about the mostly boring life of a 40+ woman, trying to go to school, find herself, meet a man who will respect her, and start a new life on the opposite coast? The ups and downs of dating as a "mature" woman can be hilarious, but the question is, do I want to expose myself that way? I've been wondering, since I seem to be the "black sheep of the family" do I revel in that post, and try to maintain it on purpose? That's a question that has been asked of me this past week. Do I tell my family (or the world at large) things about my life to scandalize and tantilize, or because I want them to enjoy my life? It's an interesting thought. &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/7825478459205328216-6594803399701716111?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6594803399701716111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6594803399701716111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6594803399701716111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6594803399701716111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-in-california.html' title='Life in California...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDfxRFsXsbs/TrjHXL75YCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SRqZhpz_Q_M/s72-c/gwenidaho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3410497280452613233</id><published>2011-04-11T15:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:20:33.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in love.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="APA-RunningHead"&gt;    (Second essay in my Comp class, and I think it's rather good.... I had to share.... Now to find out what my grade is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;I met her on my eighteenth birthday. I was young, naive, and fell instantly in love. Her big brown-gray eyes, her soft dark hair and her cute button nose clenched the deal.   The moment the nurse placed that beautiful, little bit of a thing in my arms I felt utterly at peace for the first time in several months. And although that peace was short lived, for at least a few moments I caught a glimpse of the future. As I put my child to my breast and felt her suckle, as the oxytocin flowed, we fell in love. I felt at peace, content, and I knew from that moment on, my life would NEVER be the same again. I felt a connection to women all over the world, and knew that there was nothing I couldn’t do, and nothing I wouldn’t do for my child.  And now, 22 years later, a new bond has formed one that has taken me entirely by surprise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Nobody had prepared me for the utter joy and contentment that motherhood could bring. The first time I truly understood how amazing a newborn could be was when my mother brought home my baby sister. I was 4 at the time, and I remember my mom sitting for hours, rocking Beth in a wooden rocking chair crooning the lullabies that she used to sing to me to that tiny blonde baby, and she would look so content. I would imitate my mother, and rock my baby dolls and sing to them, try to nurse them like my mother would do my baby sister. But a baby doll is a poor substitute for an infant, and the emotional reactions that happen when you hold a baby don’t happen when you hold a doll. There are things that can’t be taught, you have to learn through experience. Motherhood is one of those things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-indent: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I held my first born, I suddenly understood the beaming Madonna in portraits. Before this moment, I never understood why she looked so happy, so ecstatic. As a mother, I felt initiated into a secret society of women. I felt that this was the meaning of life: to give life, and to nurture life. This was what I was meant to do. All those years playing with my dolls, then later babysitting the neighbor kids was just the prelude, I was finally stepping on stage for the opening act. Seeing those big brown-gray eyes looking back at me as my child took nourishment from me for the first time was the single most awe-inspiring moment of my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt; Later, as my child grew bigger, the awe inspiring moments were fewer and further between. Nevertheless, at certain moments, the oxytocin would kick in, and the peace and contentment would reign supreme in my soul. If I was feeling stressed out, I would snuggle her into me and sing those lullabies that my mother would sing to me, and I would feel contentment, joy, at peace. These scenes of joy and difficulty would repeat themselves as I grew as a mother and my child grew into a strong-willed individual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;My life took on a whole new dimension as a few short months ago as another beautiful child was laid in my arms. Looking down into her gray-blue eyes as she stared back up at me, gave me such a feeling of  contentment that I hadn’t felt in nearly 18 years. Holding my first grandchild in my arms for the first time was a reawakening of my soul. Feeling her tiny fingers clasp around my pinky, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the world is a much better place because she is here. Suddenly, the same feelings that I felt all those years ago while holding my first born were renewed, but with a depth that I never knew existed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;It’s amazing how my life has come full circle. As I was holding my newborn, I didn’t think I would ever feel so at peace with the world. Now, nearly twenty two years later, I find that I can get back that intoxicating feeling. I cannot imagine anything else that can bring me to that &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-indent: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;level of contentment, apart from for watching my children, and then my grandchildren, grow up and have families of their own. If I can see my progeny have even half as much joy in their lives through sharing them with the ones they love, then I will consider my life well lived. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="APA-TextParagraph"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3410497280452613233?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3410497280452613233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3410497280452613233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3410497280452613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3410497280452613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-fell-in-love.html' title='I fell in love.......'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1579801531845849387</id><published>2011-03-15T00:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:01:04.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you're curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Four months. Really? Four whole months? Not a whole lot has happened, I don’t think, but I guess I should be nice and post “something”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That “nice guy” I was seeing the last time I posted? Still a nice guy, just not MY nice guy. We parted ways in early December. We still talk about once a week, but really wasn’t my cup of tea. Sorry Luigi! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cui73pbPGOw/TX7vIhS9ASI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZtveVi1vXAk/s1600/10%2B11%2B23%2B010_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cui73pbPGOw/TX7vIhS9ASI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZtveVi1vXAk/s400/10%2B11%2B23%2B010_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584163517641851170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Allie, November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcEbNCJk1cY/TX7vIcwvj9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2215w_5s4O0/s1600/10%2B11%2B25%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcEbNCJk1cY/TX7vIcwvj9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2215w_5s4O0/s400/10%2B11%2B25%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584163516424622034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Allie, November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Allie had her first Christmas. It was a blast watching her play with the paper. We survived quite a few days of snow down here in the South, and the December/January was fairly brutally cold. This former Idahoan has thin blood and can’t stand the cold. I’m ready for Spring already!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBBTDd7ZTjg/TX7vIJOS4DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gVz4TlbLFLY/s1600/10%2B12%2B25%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBBTDd7ZTjg/TX7vIJOS4DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/gVz4TlbLFLY/s400/10%2B12%2B25%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584163511179862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Christmas Morning, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCUI691hMoI/TX7uBoMV0UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/f5IGGZn1hWo/s1600/10%2B12%2B26%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCUI691hMoI/TX7uBoMV0UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/f5IGGZn1hWo/s400/10%2B12%2B26%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584162299722453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little snow angel, December 26, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7yWSkmrVhY/TX7uBd3WpgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0Um6Vk_iNhs/s1600/10%2B12%2B26%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7yWSkmrVhY/TX7uBd3WpgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0Um6Vk_iNhs/s400/10%2B12%2B26%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584162296950072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I became a mother-in-law for the second time. Tansy and David tied the knot December 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2010. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had a ceremony down at the courthouse and a dinner at David’s mom’s house to celebrate. They are planning a “party” at some point in the summer (maybe?) to celebrate with family and friends. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwSYWcI8nro/TX7uAl0D74I/AAAAAAAAAjg/H6eRNCq1fhs/s1600/10%2B12%2B29%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwSYWcI8nro/TX7uAl0D74I/AAAAAAAAAjg/H6eRNCq1fhs/s400/10%2B12%2B29%2B004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584162281903878018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Perlman, December 29, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gD71pX0PwDU/TX7uAbAhSGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gnaKGJbjkQQ/s1600/10%2B12%2B29%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gD71pX0PwDU/TX7uAbAhSGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gnaKGJbjkQQ/s400/10%2B12%2B29%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584162279003342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAqq04cJBE/TX7snPMwQDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kEOfuL_k9GE/s1600/11%2B01%2B27%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAqq04cJBE/TX7snPMwQDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kEOfuL_k9GE/s400/11%2B01%2B27%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584160746825072690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yup, still at Coldstone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started taking online classes this January. I finished my first class already; I received an “A” in it. Right now, in class #2, I’m maintaining an “A” average. I take a class at a time, and they last 5.5 weeks. It’s a little intimidating, but I’m getting into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Danielle and I took a trip up to Virginia Beach the last week of February. We got to meet Kate’s newest baby, and Mom and Pam were out visiting at the same time, so they all got to meet Allie. Unfortunately, the Lineberrys got sick while we were there! We did, however, manage to get a 4 generation picture taken! Thanks Pam!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pC-E5vEpGOA/TX7smy7dHdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/t0NucjPLej8/s1600/11%2B02%2B23%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pC-E5vEpGOA/TX7smy7dHdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/t0NucjPLej8/s400/11%2B02%2B23%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584160739236322770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie as the "Pumpkin Fairy" February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-JnP7L9NzI/TX7smtLb1xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/49anH06plHM/s1600/08%2B01%2B26%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-JnP7L9NzI/TX7smtLb1xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/49anH06plHM/s400/08%2B01%2B26%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584160737692735250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGE-imOVRcs/TX7smXOAswI/AAAAAAAAAi4/j16A6-SZUeU/s1600/08%2B01%2B26%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGE-imOVRcs/TX7smXOAswI/AAAAAAAAAi4/j16A6-SZUeU/s400/08%2B01%2B26%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584160731797959426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Parleigh, February, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GY0D16kcu34/TX7smGnd2EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bNkTVdwPQOo/s1600/08%2B01%2B27%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GY0D16kcu34/TX7smGnd2EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bNkTVdwPQOo/s400/08%2B01%2B27%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584160727341324354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four Generations: Allie, Danielle, Gwen&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Allie is now crawling all over the place, and has figured out how to go up a step. We just don’t live anywhere that let’s her explore multiple steps. I think I’ll have to bring her over to my friend Kelly’s house to explore the staircase. &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; She is also pulling herself to a standing position and trying to “cruise”. She’s growing up WAY too fast!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-763860d666a405fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D763860d666a405fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331702423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12435C55C043BFC74FD3338E9550A431726DEC32.607E98455CDBC658ACA95E13A53A4F09318BD54B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D763860d666a405fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8dSPk5u243knsKDxY2AFKpaz62M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D763860d666a405fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331702423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12435C55C043BFC74FD3338E9550A431726DEC32.607E98455CDBC658ACA95E13A53A4F09318BD54B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D763860d666a405fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8dSPk5u243knsKDxY2AFKpaz62M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Did you see those mad skillz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1579801531845849387?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1579801531845849387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1579801531845849387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1579801531845849387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1579801531845849387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-case-youre-curious.html' title='In case you&apos;re curious'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cui73pbPGOw/TX7vIhS9ASI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZtveVi1vXAk/s72-c/10%2B11%2B23%2B010_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2538309943492334346</id><published>2010-10-24T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:23:52.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has been, interesting to say the least. I’m not even sure where to begin. I guess I’ll start with the least interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work. I’m now working a grand total of 3 nights a week, Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful for it, but I feel like I get the crap hours, with too much to do, not enough experience to do it. I thought I was *GREAT* at mulit-tasking, but when I’m there, I really SUCK at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take last night for example. BUSY Saturday night. The 2 “kids” that worked the front did great! There was pretty much a constant line, and they never once asked me to come help. I stayed in the back and tried to get stuff accomplished. Up and down ladders, making ice cream, trying to wash dishes, and yet, I was still behind all night. I couldn’t seem to catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It didn’t help that there was a cake to be decorated, and so the other asst. manager came in to do it on her day off. I don’t do decorating, and it really &lt;u&gt;really &lt;/u&gt;intimidates me. Anyway, instead of showing me the techniques and letting me try, she kept showing me, then saying, “you know how to do it, you’ll remember”. I need to do and do and do, and then maybe I’ll get it. So, she was leaving me to do the border, which, yeah, I can do, but for some reason I got really &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; intimidated and started crying about it. Yup, Gwen had a breakdown at work. BAD NIGHT! Got the border done, added a few sprinkles, and it looks ok, but maybe Cakewrecks worthy. UGGG. So, I asked the kids to let me work in the back, and I started to work on ice cream. I froze up 2 batches of ice cream last night. NOT GOOD. I was able to salvage most of it, but the night just really sucked. But, it didn’t kill me, and now I know that I can handle some crisis at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbbYsc5FI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZsW5-lyqDaU/s1600/10+10+21+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbbYsc5FI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZsW5-lyqDaU/s400/10+10+21+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646768361301074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allie… what can I say? She is growing like a weed. I think I’m the luckiest grandma in the world. Perhaps I’m biased? She’s just amazing! I get to wake up to her squeals daily, watch her wiggle and giggle and squirm all the time, and see her grow. Yup, I’m lucky! Danielle sent me a text while I was at work last night and said she rolled over from her back to her tummy. Yay, Allie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbbNQqKcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qk5frWC3EAs/s1600/10+10+14+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbbNQqKcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qk5frWC3EAs/s400/10+10+14+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646765291940290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Isn't she the cute-ist??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbaFsWhzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6LooQ1x6-u8/s1600/10+10+21+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbaFsWhzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6LooQ1x6-u8/s400/10+10+21+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646746080741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men? Let’s see. I’ve met a very interestingly nice man. His name is Robert, he grew up in Pittsburg, is Italian, works in the restaurant industry. We keep saying we’ll take it slow and not see each other for a day or something, and what do you know, we end up seeing each other. We made it “Facebook official” the other day. Cause you know it's not "official until it's Facebook Official".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has met Danielle and Allie, and thinks they are pretty awesome. And, I think he’s got their seal of approval. We &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(me &amp;amp; Robert, Danielle and Allie) took a drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway to see the leaves one day this past week, and he handled Allie not liking her carseat at the end of the day rather well. That’s a good thing. He actually had his first picnic that day…. Can you imagine? That blows my mind, actually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbaE4vPUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XOc9G-Dvsas/s1600/10+10+21+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbaE4vPUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XOc9G-Dvsas/s400/10+10+21+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646745864256834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The sun was shining and the wind was blowing... it was chilly. But we had a good time!&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/7825478459205328216-2538309943492334346?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2538309943492334346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2538309943492334346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2538309943492334346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2538309943492334346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/10/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TMRbbYsc5FI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZsW5-lyqDaU/s72-c/10+10+21+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1039274121850413011</id><published>2010-09-29T12:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T13:01:41.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvt43Nk-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/p_gTMhWNgL0/s1600/10+09+05+0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvt43Nk-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/p_gTMhWNgL0/s400/10+09+05+0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522380402235118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken after church a few weeks ago. Great Granma Fe got the dress for little Allie. She looks so adorable, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtu6q0WI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HNRLHMYW-bw/s1600/10+09+12+0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtu6q0WI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HNRLHMYW-bw/s400/10+09+12+0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522380399565263202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Allie to the county fair about 2 weeks ago. It was HOT and sunny, and it pretty much tuckered her out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtbQrKII/AAAAAAAAAgE/RD0XccrqTUU/s1600/10+09+12+0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtbQrKII/AAAAAAAAAgE/RD0XccrqTUU/s400/10+09+12+0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522380394288851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allie's outfit for the fair.... Great-great Tata Yvette sent this little outfit to her.. She's rockin' it Puma style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtJCrTYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9k9pJzTUc5w/s1600/10+09+21+0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvtJCrTYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9k9pJzTUc5w/s400/10+09+21+0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522380389398302082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like a Gerber Baby, doesn't she? LOVE her in hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNqsGO2JjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mY3XBdSsq7U/s1600/10+09+05+0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNqsGO2JjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mY3XBdSsq7U/s400/10+09+05+0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522374873906030130" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNnbnAqR7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zL45ohjCR_U/s1600/10+09+07+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she so cute asleep? ahhhhhh, Allie Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1039274121850413011?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1039274121850413011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1039274121850413011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1039274121850413011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1039274121850413011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/09/allie.html' title='Allie'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TKNvt43Nk-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/p_gTMhWNgL0/s72-c/10+09+05+0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7684768080521405368</id><published>2010-06-28T23:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:59:01.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update?</title><content type='html'>I guess an update is in order. Last we talked, I didn't have a job prospect and the possibility of being homeless was real. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job! I'm working for Coldstone Creamery, yes, the very same one that all 3 of the kids have worked at at one time or another. Tifany took pity on me and hired me on. YAY! I've only worked a couple of days, and am feeling VERY intimidated. I'm being forced to push my boundaries and be more outgoing. However, if I get the hang of it, there is management potential for me. But I'm not too sure that it's what I want to do. *sigh* But it's a job and that's nothing to sneeze at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed a lease agreement for a 3 bedroom trailer. YAY! George has agreed to help Danielle out, and pay $500 a month for rent. That means I just have to come up with another $75 for rent and then money for the extras. I *think* I can do it. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this a few days ago, and I guess I'll attempt to finish it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hit by a stomach bug on Wednesday, and lo and behold, we were supposed to move on Thursday. I rented a 17' Uhaul, and drove it myself! (I have to admit that Jeremy did do the backing up for me!) Jeremy's dad came out to help us move, THANK GOODNESS! There is no way we would have been able to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is getting big. She is such a joy to have around. She does do the heart good. My life is getting more and more interesting by the day. I'm enjoying nearly every minute of it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7684768080521405368?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7684768080521405368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7684768080521405368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7684768080521405368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7684768080521405368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='An Update?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3088631531735677519</id><published>2010-06-11T07:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:03:30.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And they are happening again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjeYt3njI/AAAAAAAAAeA/J3DlzLd2PII/s1600/10+06+06+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjeYt3njI/AAAAAAAAAeA/J3DlzLd2PII/s400/10+06+06+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481482701401202226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a month ago, I got a phone call from George asking me if I would consider moving up to NC and having Danielle and Jeremy and Baby Allie live with me in our old home because there was a possibility of getting the mortgage payment reduced. In that same week, my relationship with Jody ended, so I put in my 2 weeks notice and started the process of moving to NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much luck finding a job... Still haven't a month later. And we just found out the other afternoon that the mortgage company is not going to work with George on the lowering of payments. So, I'm airbed surfing at Kelly's until George moves to the Philippines, I'm w/out a J.O.B. and will be homeless again once the bank decides to forclose on the mortgage. Ya, I think I'm a little STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjdyvNf9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/0rUmMKG4rdY/s1600/10+06+06+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjdyvNf9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/0rUmMKG4rdY/s400/10+06+06+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481482691206283218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is, I get to spend time with Allie. Tansy came down last weekend and hung out, we had a blast, and I miss her already. (I take horrible self portraits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjddrPZUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5q8XVI2f9o8/s1600/10+06+07+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjddrPZUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5q8XVI2f9o8/s400/10+06+07+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481482685552485698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Kelly's porch. It stays shaded most of the day, we've eaten a meal or two out there, and have hung out in the evening talking. I am so lucky to have such a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, Danielle's husband, is graduating from school today... I'll post pictures later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for an update. Sorry it was a downer, but well.. that's my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3088631531735677519?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3088631531735677519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3088631531735677519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3088631531735677519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3088631531735677519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-they-are-happening-again.html' title='And they are happening again....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TBIjeYt3njI/AAAAAAAAAeA/J3DlzLd2PII/s72-c/10+06+06+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2659681053271590716</id><published>2010-05-09T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:07:56.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>My good friend, Amy, got married this weekend. Jody and I loaded up the car and made the 4 hour drive to Fernandina Beach, FL to see the happy couple start their life together. They had a beach wedding, the first one I've ever attended. It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the beautiful bride and me! Amy is getting ready to hit the road with her cross-country driver husband. I'm not sure how I'll manage until she settles down in August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-d241A9ZdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DzAQu4wr6M4/s1600/10+05+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-d241A9ZdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DzAQu4wr6M4/s400/10+05+08+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469470991140611538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy and Gwen May 8, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were "in the area", we were able to meet Lani and Beebe in Jacksonville. I didn't realize that they were driving 2 hours to see us! We ate at PF Chang's, (YUM!) had amazing conversation, and hated to see each other go! We will have to do it again, sometime soon, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-d24mvs5CI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B_YhFVOGF40/s1600/Me+and+Lani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-d24mvs5CI/AAAAAAAAAdg/B_YhFVOGF40/s400/Me+and+Lani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469470987310130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lani and Gwen May 8, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that, there's not much to report!&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/7825478459205328216-2659681053271590716?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2659681053271590716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2659681053271590716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2659681053271590716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2659681053271590716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-d241A9ZdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DzAQu4wr6M4/s72-c/10+05+08+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1376706107279241244</id><published>2010-05-06T07:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:51:01.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmYOHUuKI/AAAAAAAAAco/PrYZOg_dOGs/s1600/Allie+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmYOHUuKI/AAAAAAAAAco/PrYZOg_dOGs/s400/Allie+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468115832617089186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call came at 315 am on May 4th. "Mom, I think I'm in labor"... She wasn't sure how close together the contractions were, but it was pretty apparent that she couldn't talk through them. That was usually my sign to get the mamma to the hospital to be checked. I tell my sweet girl that she and Jeremy needed to load up and head on over, and I'd be there as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXowukeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/V7Gkgc-CLrQ/s1600/Allie+and+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXowukeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/V7Gkgc-CLrQ/s400/Allie+and+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468115822590202338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I quickly change out of my bedclothes and am in my car and headed down the road. Unfortunately, I have a 2.5 hour drive ahead of me. But, hey, this is her first baby, no need to speed, right?  I get a phone call as I'm about an hour away.... It's Jeremy and he informs me that they've admitted her to the maternity ward, and that she's at a 6... Still, no reason to panic, right? First baby and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXQA7bcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GXF9GaSbxBI/s1600/Allie+eyes+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXQA7bcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GXF9GaSbxBI/s400/Allie+eyes+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468115815947267522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I arrive at the hospital and make my way to maternity. I'm trying to find my way through the maze when I see Jeremy walking down the hall. He looks at me in a way I could tell he's asking what took me so long? And then he drops the bomb.... Little Allie has made her grand appearance. I walk into the room, and Danielle is on the bed holding sweet little Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXC1M-BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wznRo1vP6z4/s1600/Allie+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmXC1M-BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wznRo1vP6z4/s400/Allie+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468115812408424466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allie arrived at 6:13 am (grandma arrived at 6:30am!) weighing in at 5lbs 2 oz, and a whopping 18" long. Mom and baby are doing well. Grandma Gwen can't wait to see her girls again! For now, pictures will have to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkT2Zr55I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MRFNElostxQ/s1600/10+05+04+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkT2Zr55I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MRFNElostxQ/s400/10+05+04+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468113558508922770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkS5_P8bI/AAAAAAAAAcA/oI39FItTJzM/s1600/10+05+04+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkS5_P8bI/AAAAAAAAAcA/oI39FItTJzM/s400/10+05+04+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468113542291911090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkSnt97kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hNwIpG7CiGw/s1600/10+05+04+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KkSnt97kI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hNwIpG7CiGw/s400/10+05+04+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468113537387589186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1376706107279241244?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1376706107279241244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1376706107279241244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1376706107279241244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1376706107279241244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S-KmYOHUuKI/AAAAAAAAAco/PrYZOg_dOGs/s72-c/Allie+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5147353863151012174</id><published>2010-04-11T16:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:43:29.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw-OW8a0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iKi8jE7jsfU/s1600/09+12+24+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw-OW8a0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iKi8jE7jsfU/s400/09+12+24+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458979543890815810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before (December 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About mid-January, I decided that it was time to make a change. I was embarrassed last year out on our boat, I hated being seen in my swimsuit. Jody had already taken the plunge and joined a gym, so I enlisted the help/support of my friend Amy in my endeavor. I've been watching what I eat, trying to be mindful of my calorie count, and exercising several times a week. I must be honest, I've been slack these past few weeks... Amy is getting ready to move and then to get married, so we've been focusing on that instead of working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9QPkd7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/SAARo91NI_k/s1600/careprofilepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9QPkd7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/SAARo91NI_k/s400/careprofilepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458979527216887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway point (April 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've lost a grand total of 30 pounds so far. Yup, 30 pounds! I'm putting on clothes I haven't worn in years, and they fit/are too big. I need a new wardrobe! I am hoping (now) for another 20 pounds to go away, and then, I *think* I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9nEOX1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/7YZHq8MVyS0/s1600/10+03+20+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9nEOX1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/7YZHq8MVyS0/s400/10+03+20+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458979533343317842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is having a baby! She's due May 26, 2010. Let me just say, right now, I am soooo not ready to be a grandma. But it looks like I don't have any choice, so I'm going to be happy about it! This is a picture from her babyshower back in March. This is one of the rare photo's of me and my two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9EurOlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uofdS5C-MnM/s1600/It%27s+official.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw9EurOlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uofdS5C-MnM/s400/It%27s+official.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458979524126128722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only am I going to be a grandma, Danielle and Jeremy also made me a Mother-in-law. Egads! I know that they are hoping to have a "real" ceremony later, probably in about a year or so, when the family can get together and celebrate. Too many things happening at once, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have enrolled in school. Still need to take the placement tests, but that will be next weekend. The time is right, and I really need to start preparing for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all the fun and exciting news happening down here. Hope y'all enjoyed the update. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5147353863151012174?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5147353863151012174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5147353863151012174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5147353863151012174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5147353863151012174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html' title='Changes!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/S8Iw-OW8a0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iKi8jE7jsfU/s72-c/09+12+24+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2901508088844524231</id><published>2009-09-07T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:46:58.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message in a bottle......</title><content type='html'>Here's hoping your Labor Day was as fun as ours! We met our good friends, The Gary's, out on &lt;a href="http://lakemurrayfun.com/"&gt;the Lake&lt;/a&gt; as usual. We went to a different island this time, as they had spent the weekend camping. As we went cruising around the lake (a first for us) I noticed something floating in the water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxIqia0XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZV08B_onG1M/s1600-h/09+09+05+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxIqia0XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZV08B_onG1M/s400/09+09+05+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900092379648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is indeed a bottle with a message in it! Jody quickly pulled the boat around and fished out the bottle. When we reached &lt;a href="http://lakemurrayfun.com/parks.shtml"&gt;Dreher Island&lt;/a&gt;, we opened the bottle to see what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxJQpAm7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/BaOYLOeRRHU/s1600-h/09+09+05+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxJQpAm7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/BaOYLOeRRHU/s400/09+09+05+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900102607838130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxI2PuVtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WuVsqPOvY9c/s1600-h/09+09+05+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxI2PuVtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WuVsqPOvY9c/s400/09+09+05+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900095522461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxJrWMmjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_x4BX0S9K7g/s1600-h/09+09+05+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxJrWMmjI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_x4BX0S9K7g/s400/09+09+05+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900109776689714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we called the number listed on the letter. The mother answered the phone and was shocked to hear that her daughter had done this. And we were informed that her husband (a game warden!) would be "so pleased" to find out her daughter had been littering! It kinda made our day though..... What a fun idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxKGHskaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/emGcJ-0jDq0/s1600-h/09+09+05+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxKGHskaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/emGcJ-0jDq0/s400/09+09+05+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900116963627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dillon. We took his mom (Ginger) and little brother (Drake) when we were going out for dinner on Saturday night. Dillon kept trying to get Jody to go faster! It gets kinda "choppy" on our boat, so we took it easy on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx1p85lSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dXmVwfJsv9o/s1600-h/09+09+05+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx1p85lSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dXmVwfJsv9o/s400/09+09+05+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900865316394274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake. Isn't he a cutie pie? He loves sitting up in the bow and going fast just like his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda left dinner a little late, so we were able to ride back to the dock as the sun was setting. THAT was a first for us too! It was so beautiful. We even managed to load the boat in the *dark* for the first time. YAY for Firsts!!! Especially firsts that go so well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx2G3P_zI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fKPXar2uq-A/s1600-h/09+09+05+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx2G3P_zI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fKPXar2uq-A/s400/09+09+05+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900873077325618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx2Y8jM5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/wU_Qp7L1H6w/s1600-h/09+09+05+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWx2Y8jM5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/wU_Qp7L1H6w/s400/09+09+05+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378900877931393938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We figure we have a few good weeks left to hit the lake, and then it's time for winterizing and such. Not sure what we'll do once we have weekends with out boat time! I'm sure we'll figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2901508088844524231?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2901508088844524231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2901508088844524231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2901508088844524231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2901508088844524231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/09/message-in-bottle.html' title='Message in a bottle......'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SqWxIqia0XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZV08B_onG1M/s72-c/09+09+05+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6466982338569052433</id><published>2009-08-30T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:11:57.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing my weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTrzZhAOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zZ-rb5SXxeM/s1600-h/09+08+30+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTrzZhAOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zZ-rb5SXxeM/s400/09+08+30+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375912223449350370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Our weekend home. (can't figure out HOW Danielle's head got chopped off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTrA3sCQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8htK4Zl_8sg/s1600-h/09+08+30+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTrA3sCQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8htK4Zl_8sg/s400/09+08+30+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375912209885694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTq_cuXBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DFsxwuKoKDc/s1600-h/09+08+29+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTq_cuXBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DFsxwuKoKDc/s400/09+08+29+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375912209504164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   They are growing up WAY too fast. Danielle and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to come out and visit any time.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6466982338569052433?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6466982338569052433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6466982338569052433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6466982338569052433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6466982338569052433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-sharing-my-weekend.html' title='Just sharing my weekend.'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SpsTrzZhAOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zZ-rb5SXxeM/s72-c/09+08+30+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8493446894522721918</id><published>2009-08-13T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:30:48.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SoRQnrU1M_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/tzni4YJwY7Y/s1600-h/09+08+07+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SoRQnrU1M_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/tzni4YJwY7Y/s400/09+08+07+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505298307691506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SoRQm1FrL1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QEoGf-sxARI/s1600-h/09+08+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SoRQm1FrL1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QEoGf-sxARI/s400/09+08+08+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505283748605778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where to begin? Well, we got a boat, for starters! We went out on the lake with some friends a few weeks ago in their boat, and Jody HAD to have one. So he hunkered down, sold a camera system and installed it in a week so we would have the money to get a used one. We took it out for it's maiden voyage on the 8th, the same day that our friend was having his birthday party. Imagine about 10  boats "parked" and tied up to one another. We all hung out and had fun, Brian lit the bbq and cooked us up some hamburgers and hot dogs. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody was so happy in the water. I'm so glad that he was able to pull it together to get the boat.... unfortunately, it looks like there is a small leak around the transom, but he's fixing that and I think we'll be able to take it out this weekend! YAY! Danielle is supposed to join us for the weekend, to boot. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to other news.... I quit my job yesterday. Didn't even give notice. I've had it! Let's see... First they cut everyone's pay (I lost $.75 an hour), but that week the director went out and bought a cricut system. A few weeks after that, the owner of the daycare bought the director a new car... with daycare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, our work load increased. She stopped sending the "floater" down to help out, so the 3 of us had to cover each others classes as we got stuff cleaned up. Not a big deal until this week, when the teachers went back to work and brought their kids back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is I was left in a room with EIGHT (8) under 2's (3 were 18 months, 1 was 16 months, 3 were 14 months and 1 was 9 months!) for roughly an hour. What's the big deal with that, you ask? Well, my ratio is supposed to be 1:5! (another teacher in my building was over ratio ALL DAY LONG! )  Ok, on the first day, I could kinda sorta understand that the director was taken by suprise. (but she wasn't, she KNEW when teachers were starting back to work) But for 3 days? That's crazy. When I confronted her about it, she denied ANY knowledge of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got fed up. I called Jody on my lunch break, and he told me to call Pam. Pam who owned the daycare I worked for for 4 days last summer and left because I "missed my babies". So I called her. She didn't even say "Hello"... she said "Gwen, I was JUST talking about you the other day....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I went and met the "new" director at that facility on my lunch break, was offered a job (I start Monday!) and Q.U.I.T. OOOO, the bosslady was MAD. I can't blame her. But, I'm done. I'm done with covering her butt. I'm done with not having back up. So, time for a change! I had one mom tell me that she wished I was doing in home care, cause then she'd have me watch her girl and the new one on the way. *sigh* wouldn't that be NICE? I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on here. Will try to post pictures of our weekend with Danielle as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8493446894522721918?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8493446894522721918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8493446894522721918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8493446894522721918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8493446894522721918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='UPDATES!!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SoRQnrU1M_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/tzni4YJwY7Y/s72-c/09+08+07+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7359392666326307527</id><published>2009-07-19T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:33:13.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLyIzBl5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/z8SM2OHlkDU/s1600-h/09+07+18+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLyIzBl5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/z8SM2OHlkDU/s400/09+07+18+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360281674972239762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we got a phone call a few weeks ago asking us if we wanted to go to the beach with Danielle and Jeremy. How could we turn that down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out Friday night, and met them at the hotel. We stayed about a block off the beach, pretty much right at the main strand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody had to go work on Saturday, a client was having issues with their cameras. So, Danielle, Jeremy and I headed down to the beach to catch a few waves and some rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful! It really wasn't too hot, the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze. YAY! Nice! Danielle and Jeremy spent a good deal of time in the water before Jody met us at the beach. His client never showed. *sigh* The three of them seemed to have a great time out in the water. I wish I could get over my fear of my face getting in the water and really enjoy myself. I did have a good time reading my book and people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and grabbed lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.peaches-corner.com/"&gt;Peaches Corner&lt;/a&gt;. Jody and I grabbed their famous footlong dogs. YUMMM. Was very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLxPxcyeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WAyQx-pXGbw/s1600-h/09+07+18+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLxPxcyeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WAyQx-pXGbw/s400/09+07+18+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360281659664812514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLwvdIAPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fXEigFNI4dU/s1600-h/09+07+18+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLwvdIAPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fXEigFNI4dU/s400/09+07+18+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360281650989629682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we went to wander around &lt;a href="http://www.broadwayatthebeach.com/"&gt;Broadway at the Beach&lt;/a&gt;. We usually walk around there when we come down. Lots of shopping, there's some really cool retro shops, and lots of restaurants.  We wandered around for a bit, then Jody and I slipped on over to Fat Tuesday for a couple of frozen adult drinks. YUMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and Danielle got a little bit too much sun and weren't feeling too good, so we headed back to the hotel to clean up and get ready for dinner. Jody and I went to the first restaurant we ever ate at in MB for our dinner that night, Danielle and Jeremy decided to stay in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend seemed to end WAY too soon. I hated to see Danielle load up in the car and leave. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on... ;)&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. Jody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; that tall! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7359392666326307527?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7359392666326307527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7359392666326307527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7359392666326307527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7359392666326307527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/07/myrtle-beach.html' title='Myrtle Beach'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SmOLyIzBl5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/z8SM2OHlkDU/s72-c/09+07+18+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8579752624734655251</id><published>2009-07-14T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:31:39.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The drama is done... I hope!</title><content type='html'>So, I've alluded to things for a while now, but am finally getting things off my chest. Things have been pretty crazy at work, and in fact I threatened to quit, with every intention of doing so 2 weeks ago tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up. My boss and her aunt bought the daycare about 18 months ago. MANY employees left within a short time frame, but there were a few that stayed around. There were 3 remaining employees that ended up staying with one of them that seemed to have a knack for stirring up trouble but looking innocent in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H (the boss) moved D (the trouble maker) down to our building in December. Wow, most of the issues they had in the "main building" with insubordination and such disappeared at that point. Imagine that. Anyway, about the time D came to our building, the bad talking about H's management, the discontent started brewing. But it was hard at the time to put your finger on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been boiling to a head, especially after we got rid of our floater. Firing her meant that we had to band together to clean our building ourselves. We have one employee that decided "on her own" that she should do ALL the cleaning. And that included cleaning part of D's room, too. Oh and who was supposed to watch the cleaning employee's class while she was out cleaning for 4-6 hours? oh.. that would be ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT happy about that... but mainly mad because A (the cleaning employee) fell for the manipulations of D. Also, since D has been down in our building, the other employees don't go and talk to H as often, or at all for that matter unless it's to complain about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's all coming to a head, I was getting snide comments about stuff, and I was getting sick.of.it. By Wednesday, Jody was so sick of it, he told me I needed to quit. I dreaded getting up in the mornings, all I did was complain about my coworkers, and on weekends, I couldn't relax wondering what was going to happen on Monday. In short, I wasn't getting paid enough to be that stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday rolls around and I have had it. I tell H I'm done. I can't do it anymore. H tells me that she would rather fire the 2 instigators than to lose me. BEGS me to stick around until our employee meeting the NEXT Thursday. A week and a day from then. *sigh* I tell her I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into work every day was torture. Even knowing that H and A (the owner) were supposed to lay it on the line that Thursday, the verbal crap I put up with was just incredible. But I hang in there. I hold out hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday night finally rolls around. The meeting is with just the "ladies" in my building. They kinda figured something was up when they walked in and it was just "us". A lays it out, saying that if they had a problem, they needed to tell it like it is. D jumps in and starts talking about how "Gwen breaks the rules...." so we asked her WHAT rules I broke... this is what she came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) about a month ago, D left for lunch with out making sure that her class was covered. (she says that someone was watching her class from across the hall over some half doors and a gate... and she says that makes it "ok".. NOT according to DSS or our "rules") So, I told H that I *thought* that this had happened, and she may want to check with the 2 other employees that were in there too.... It turns out that she did indeed leave the class unattended and so she got written up. D thought that she shouldn't have been given a written warning. (ok, so how did _I_ break the rules here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) On the 4th of July, D and I were the last 2 people in our building (as usual, both of us are supposed to close at 6) when I was informed that I would have to go down to the main office at 5 because they needed me to cover down there. About 4:45, D informed me that she needed to leave early because she needed to get across town by 6. I told her I would send a message to H and see if she could help out. While waiting for an answer, I walked down to the other building and talked to AC.  There was one child left there, and I got a message from H that she couldn't come back, and D would have to stick around until I could get back down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D wont answer the phones to save a life, so since AC had to take trash out, I asked her if she could PLEASE tell D that I was sorry, but H couldn't make it back, so she is gonna have to wait until all the kids clear out of the office building and I could go down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D takes this as I was implying that she would leave the children unattended.... so therefor I was breaking the rules.. again??? I don't think she's very rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this A jumps in and starts in on me. *sigh* I was a literal punching bag. But, afterwards, the bosses pull me aside and tell me they are going to give me a raise if I would PLEASE STAY. If I feel like I have to quit, all I have to do is tell them, and they would get rid of the  person that was causing the issue. I decide to give them the benefit of the doubt. Why? I dunno.. I love the babies in my room? That has to be it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday rolls around, and the atmosphere was horrible, but I still had hope that it would be ok. I avoid talking to D most of the day, trying to give her her space. 6pm rolls around, and she still has a child in her class. I am in charge of closing up the two buildings, and cannot leave until EVERYONE is gone. I have no choice in whether or not I go. I MUST STAY. D had the choice to leave.  The parents are supposed to pay the employee that stays with their child after 6 (when we close!) $1 a minute. This parent is habitually late. I tell D she is more than welcome to go home. She states that she needs to talk with Mom. Ok..... No big deal. 6:10 rolls around, still no Mom. I call her, and she tells me that she was having car issues, but would be there in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relay this to D, and she still insists on hanging out waiting for mom. I will not invade her room and take over the care of the child, she has made it obvious that I was not welcome in her room. Ok.. that's fine. Mom finally shows up at... 6:40pm. yup. FORTY minutes late. She has wallett in hand and looks at D and I to see who she should pay. D immediatly jumps in saying that she was the one taking care of the child. I don't dispute that, but do mention that she chose to stay, I HAD to stay until every one left. I offered to split the money. Mom hands me $20, and I take it, saying thank you. She offers the other $20 to D, and D declines the money, saying.. get this... I chose to be here. then looks over at me and smirks. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get everyone herded out, lock up and finally go to clock out. I'm waiting and waiting for D to come clock out... (ok, so it was only a few minutes!) when D walks down to the office and asks what I was waiting for as she tapes a note to her timesheet. Then informs me that she had already clocked out.... GRRRR. She couldn't have told me that she clocked out before I left the baby building? She knows I wait for everyone to clock out before I clock out. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much my final straw. She 1) tried to make me look bad in front of a family and 2) messed with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, I walked into the office asked H if we could talk.. and told her I CANNOT and WILLNOT work with D any more. I told her Friday was the final straw. I was done. I was calm, cool, non-emotional. She knew I was serious. H asked if I could hold out until she talked to A to see what she wanted to do. I didn't want to, but ended up having to work the WHOLE day with D. GAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story longer... well, They fired D last night. After she went off on them for over an hour and a half, she handed them her resignation letter... HUH???? they fire her, she hands them her letter, screwing herself out of the right to sue for unemployment. BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been slightly icy in the building, but my two coworkers have been nicer all things concidered. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my drama. I think, I HOPE, things will be better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'll let y'all know how my weekend at Myrtle Beach with Jody, Danielle &amp;amp; Jeremey goes. =) I get to see my girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8579752624734655251?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8579752624734655251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8579752624734655251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8579752624734655251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8579752624734655251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/07/drama-is-done-i-hope.html' title='The drama is done... I hope!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3186952841380379656</id><published>2009-07-12T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:00:05.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Float Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So... My friend Amy invited Jody and I to go floating down the Saluda River with her, her boyfriend and some of their (i.e. HIS) friends. The plan was to meet around 1:00 this afternoon, rent tubes and head down the river. We were both looking forward to the trip, and were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jody and I were eating brunch, Jody let me know that his throat was hurting and  he also started wondering about other peoples swimming skills, etc. He started acting leery to go. So, we gracefully (I hope) backed out, and Amy seemed understanding. We were a bit concerned about Jody spending a good deal of time in the water if he was fighting off something. (good thinking right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was still a little disappointed that we weren't going to go. So, Jody went and picked up a 4person inflatable boat, borrowed 2 life jackets from friends, loaded up on Gatorade and away we (at least tried) went! We were going to be in a boat.. out of the water.. what could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off.. We tried to inflate the raft at home. Our friends were kind enough to loan up a pump, but it really didn't have enough juice to inflate the whole thing. So, it's nice and full, and Jody tries to put it in the back of the station wagon (don't ask me why...).. It doesn't fit, so he pulls it out.. and snags it. *sigh* So, we find the repair kit that came with the boat, glue NOT included. So, a quick trip to the store for glue, back home, and we fix the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off the station wagon over by the zoo for when we get out and drive on over to where we were going to put in. The boat was leaking a little bit, but we put some more glue on it and into the river we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful and peaceful. We saw an odd conglomeration of floats/boats/rafts up ahead of us, a few kayak's  passed us, but we were pretty much alone on the river. The river was a little low, so we hit a few rocks.. no big deal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up hitting a few more rocks, and actually getting "anchored" as Jody called it. We thought we heard a noise at that point, but we were only about halfway down the river, and there wasn't much we could do. At that point, we didn't seem to be losing air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep going, seeing LOTS of turtles, a blue heron, some fish jumping. We'd been in the river for about 2.5 hours when we realize we were losing air, kinda quickly. We found a shallow spot, and we both hopped out, leaving the cooler, drinks and oars in the boat. We walk for a bit in the water, until we get to a point where we can't find the bottom. Oh yeah.. did I mention I can't really swim???? Yeah.. I can't. Fortunately, I have the life jacket on and I'm holding onto the side of the boat. We find ANOTHER shallow spot and Jody insists that I get back into the boat and he will tow it, with me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly get in, knowing that's way too much to ask of him, but not knowing what else to do. By this point, the main part of the boat sides are still holding out, but every time I move, I take on more water. Finally, I have to just lie still in the boat as Jody has the rope looped around his shoulder and swims. Jody swims and walks for about a mile or more, when we see a lady standing on the shore asking if she could help by this time.. well, the only thing that still had air in it was one channel in the floor of the raft, and the small side wall. It was crazy! OF COURSE we take her up on it. Who wouldn't by that point? I tried to climb out of the boat, but my legs didn't want to work. *sigh* I felt like such a doofus! We get to her truck, and ride in the back because we are both soaking wet at this point.  Remember part of the reason we didn't go tubing was so that Jody could stay out of the water and {mostly} dry. That plan worked, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say, Jody was a trooper! I cannot believe that he pulled me so far. I kept worrying about how the boat would drift over his legs and torso as he was pulling me.. I kept apologizing to him for it, and instead of getting upset about it, all he would say was "it's not like you can control the boat" *sigh*  We certainly had an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun day. We would like to do it again.. in a sturdier boat that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for drama at the daycare.. I'll try and fill y'all in on Monday or Tuesday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7825478459205328216-3186952841380379656?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3186952841380379656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3186952841380379656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3186952841380379656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3186952841380379656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-float-trip.html' title='Epic Float Trip'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1247345601099282855</id><published>2009-06-02T21:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:41:03.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Since I am going to be going out of town for over a week, Jody decided to take me to the beach this past weekend. He chose an awesome hotel to stay at, &lt;a href="http://www.oceansoneresort.com/"&gt;Oceans One, &lt;/a&gt;and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXAOeXF4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/TZJibA26GEE/s1600-h/09+05+30+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXAOeXF4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/TZJibA26GEE/s400/09+05+30+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342912931830372226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXAPeEWFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aPYFZ3fVF5s/s1600-h/09+05+29+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXAPeEWFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aPYFZ3fVF5s/s400/09+05+29+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342912932097579090" 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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room. The flowers reminded me of Kate.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road side view from our balcony. There is a small amusement park down the road from the resort.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXoHFx8eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/llNQoKQ1CG0/s1600-h/09+05+30+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXoHFx8eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/llNQoKQ1CG0/s400/09+05+30+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342913617042993634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I really suck at taking pictures. I was sitting on the bed and decided to make you all jealous about our beautiful view... Just open the curtains and viola!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Jody had planned this a few weeks ago. He reserved a room on the 20th floor, with a street view... Just to be different. So, we arrive late evening on Friday only to find out that someone had been playing around in the reservation system and moved our reservation to .. wait for it... SEPTEMBER! GAHH... it took awhile but they upgraded our room.. and we got a beautiful one. Oh how sad, the room had a small jacuzzi tub in it! Guess who FINALLY got to take a bath for the first time in a year??? That's right, yours truly. Hooked the iPod up to a speaker, added some bubbles and read my book... I turned into a prune... ahh, sweet bliss! The only downside was they had to move us the next morning... So, instead of baking on the beach, we reloaded the car and went shopping. Jody took me first off to "our" little place to have breakfast, and then off to the outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some CUTE shoes for missP, and Kelsea. Wandered around looking for an outfit for me to wear to Penny's wedding (no luck) and headed back to the hotel to get our room again.... It wasn't ready yet. So we headed out to &lt;a href="http://www.broadwayatthebeach.com/"&gt;Broadway at the Beach&lt;/a&gt; for some people watching and more shopping. We went to Senor Frog's for a small bite to eat. We shared a order of chicken nachos and some sweet tea. YUMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the hotel, once again, was able to get into our room, changed into swim suites and hit the pool. Good times! We enjoyed the water, then went back to get ready for dinner. We went to our other favorite place to eat, &lt;a href="http://www.originalbenjamins.com/"&gt;Original Benjamin&lt;/a&gt;. YUM! I ate my fill of crab for a change. We try to go there if we stay in MB for a weekend. We ate our fill, and then headed back for our ritual walk on the beach. The tide was out, so we had some hard sand to walk on. We probably walked a good 3 miles round trip, hitting the main strip on the way back. About this time, my tummy started feeling "funny", but I didn't think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We check out of our room Sunday morning, and start heading back home. I'm not feeling too hungry, so we get my coffee and start looking for someplace to eat while we are further on the road. By the time we get halfway home, I'm SICK. Nothing says&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I love you and am going to miss you so much"&lt;/span&gt; like a wonderful case of food poisoning! YUP... I got sick.. VERY sick. Poor Jody! He got me home, into bed and took such good care of me. I wanted to not work on Monday, but had to go in because another co-worker was at her Grandmother's funeral. Ahhh, the joys of being adequately staffed! I'm feeling so much better now, and am thinking about just what I'm going to take with me on my vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1247345601099282855?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1247345601099282855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1247345601099282855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1247345601099282855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1247345601099282855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/06/romantic-weekend.html' title='Romantic Weekend...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SiXXAOeXF4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/TZJibA26GEE/s72-c/09+05+30+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6525065619012892355</id><published>2009-05-27T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:04:10.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I &lt;3 my job.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8dcfba4e48c8f94f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dcfba4e48c8f94f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331702423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DC8941C83F9EBABAD404A231CFB867373D74B55.5A81AFA828F9B7AF65C0DB926641FE9B821C13E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dcfba4e48c8f94f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlvv-GFFkCtrId_x9cB956rs8P8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dcfba4e48c8f94f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331702423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DC8941C83F9EBABAD404A231CFB867373D74B55.5A81AFA828F9B7AF65C0DB926641FE9B821C13E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dcfba4e48c8f94f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlvv-GFFkCtrId_x9cB956rs8P8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies LOVE the bubbles. I LOVE watching the babies play with the bubbles. It's a win-win situation. =) There are days when I have to remind myself *why* I do what I do....But then I get to go look back at old photo's/videos and remember allll the good times. Lucky me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6525065619012892355?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8dcfba4e48c8f94f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6525065619012892355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6525065619012892355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6525065619012892355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6525065619012892355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-3-my-job.html' title='Why I &lt;3 my job.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-481071962420879421</id><published>2009-05-24T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:30:14.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-family Family Reunions</title><content type='html'>Jody used to work with a young guy named Clayton. They went all over the country (or the East Coast at least) doing installs together, and if Jody left one company, Clayton followed. Clayton ended up moving back up to DC a while ago, but they still keep in touch. (yes there is a point to this rambling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton called Jody a few weeks ago. Seems like there was going to be a family reunion in Orangeburg, SC and we were invited. So yesterday, we loaded up the cooler, grabbed Kelsea and rode on down. We arrived in the country on the road where Clayton's grandma and a few other relatives lived. We could see the 3 big barbquers going with a huge tent set up with tables under it. The uncles had the hog on the fire since early that morning, and you could just smell that yumminess in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find Clayton when we got there.. He had taken one of the uncles trucks and went fishing. I guess he doesn't get much chance to do that up in DC. We went looking for Clayton's mom (I asked Jody what her name was, and he looked stunned for a second and then said... "Mom") by heading over to Grandma's house. There were pictures of one the aunts with her family at the white house, posing with: George H Bush and Barbara, Bill Clinton and Hillary and George W Bush and Lara. In the picture with GHB, Barbara was actually holding one of the children! Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait around for Mom to show up, she and some of the "girls" had to go shopping. =) After she arrives, we walk back down to the "party"... and that's when Jody points out the aprons a few of the uncles were wearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the White House crest on them, one of them said EXECUTIVE CHEF... Jody then mentions that most of Claytons family works as chefs for the White House, or are in the CIA. Kinda cool, huh? The food was, in a word, YUMMO! They roasted a hog, grilled up some chicken, there was some chitlin's (I didn't try that... ), lots of homemade mac and cheese, in a word, too much food to keep track of! I brought my Chocolate Pudding cake, but after finding out the White House Chef's were there, well, I'm not too sure how that went over (but I didn't see any of it get thrown away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were enjoying ourselves, a few of Clayton's cousins took us under their wings and taught us (well, mainly Jody, cause by that time, i was a wee bit tipsy!) how to play domino's. Looks like it will be fun to play. The DJ showed up, and the music started blasting and the kids started dancing. Now I'm wishing I had let go of my inhibitions and just got out there too, but well, I really AM shy and didn't want to make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a good time. We were made to feel like family, even though we most definently weren't. =)  Emails and phone numbers were exchanged with our domino's group at the end of the night (they wanted us to go back to their home and continue the party, but we had to get home so Kelsea could get some sleep so she could get back to her house early this morning). We were invited to go to next year's reunion. How cool is that? Sorry I didn't take any photos, but well, I left my camera at home and wasn't sure how well an "outsider" would go over taking photos and then posting them on their blog. =) So you just had to deal with my rambling. What are your plans for this long weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-481071962420879421?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/481071962420879421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=481071962420879421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/481071962420879421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/481071962420879421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/05/non-family-family-reunions.html' title='Non-family Family Reunions'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-477155921440329288</id><published>2009-05-23T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:18:29.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodpeckers, squirrels and DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/ShfseWlmQnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lTYfPXv1kZQ/s1600-h/woodpecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/ShfseWlmQnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lTYfPXv1kZQ/s320/woodpecker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338995889474519666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jody and I bought a suet feeder for the birds at the daycare. We know how much the babies love to look out the window and see the birds in the morning, and wanted them to see more than the finches that show up. The other day, THIS is what we saw. Pretty cool, huh. I'm guessing she's female, because the crest is missing. She doesn't come by often, but at least I was able to get a semi-decent picture on my phone. After I snapped this picture,I remembered I had my actual camera with me, zoomed it in, to get a real nice shot, and NO LUCK. She wouldn't come back! I was sad. =( So far, I've seen some kind of jay (it has gray coloring, and no blue to be found!) wrens, finches, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers, A dove, and some rust colored tiny bird that I can't quite identify yet. We put that feeder up for a variety of birds, and we sure got it! If the babies are fussing, we take them to the widow to see if the birds are out there... that usually quiets them down for a little bit. It's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/ShfseQuh8mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tfmFzm31t5s/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/ShfseQuh8mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tfmFzm31t5s/s320/squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338995887901373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to describe the squirrels antics. I could sit and watch these silly things all day long. =) Our babies love to watch them, call them "keey-hee". It's so hard to sound out the noises that the babes make when they are trying to talk. These guys can clean out that bird feeder in a day and a half! YIKES! It's a good thing Jody loves those babies too. He's the one that pays for the bird seed to feed the critters, because he knows how much the babies enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was some drama at work yesterday. It shouldn't be too surprising that you get drama when working with just a group a women. I hate it that we have lived up to the stereotype. Here's the deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSS (Department of Social Services) requires that all children go outside for at least a half hour daily. Outside, in the sunshine....not ouside on the covered porch. The one exception is the baby room. (whew, we aren't equipped to do that!) Anyway, down in my building that hasn't been happening with all the children. If you get down to the nitty-gritty, it's because it's starting to get hot and my coworkers don't want to be uncomfortable. AND, I do have to admit, it's kinda a pain to get the kids out there. HOWEVER. As the building director, we've had a few parents ask if their children were going to be taken outside to get their daily dose of vitamin D or not. I assured them that I would talk to the teachers/the director and see what could be done about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it to the teacher that was having the problem getting the kids outside. I got the whole "I'll do it when it's convienent, not too hot, blah blah blah" line, so took it up with the director. (I mentioned it casually to the coworker, without saying a parent was having a concern, because she would know which parent was asking and make a HUGE deal out of it!) H assured me that she would send out a memo, not pointing fingers, but reminding teachers that kids need to be out side for at least 30 mins a day. The teachers read the memo and automatically assumed that it was for our afterschool teacher, because she too was having problems getting the kids outside! After hearing them bash her, I told them that from my understanding it was a program, wide problem, and that the ALL the kids needed to be taken outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That started the whine fest, and all the reasons they couldn't take the kids out... I told them to make a list of what they felt needed to be done in order for them to be comfortable taking the kids out side, and I would pass it on to H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sampling of THE LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cut grass&lt;br /&gt;*sand flees&lt;br /&gt;*sticks pick-up&lt;br /&gt;*trees need to be cut back (by trees, they actually meant bushes, and I was supposed to read their minds!)&lt;br /&gt;*mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i tried to remember THEIR spelling!) On top of it, I was asked why H didn't know this stuff already because the former owner, Lara walked the playground everyday and took care of stuff, blah blah blah (every time someone has a complaint, it always goes back to what the former owner did/didn't do). They KNEW this list was going to H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called H and gave her the lowdown on THE LIST. Ok, this was something that I asked for so I could give her the lowdown. Needless to say, she was kind of upset about the whole thing. And I did ask her why she didn't walk the playground everyday, like the previous owner (told her that was a question asked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all HECK breaks loose. H calls her aunt, the new owner of the facilty. They have had it. Usually A is very much "keep the peace, I'm sure they didn't mean it the way it sounded" type of person. Well, she shoots off a memo to them, addressing ALL their concerns about the playground, why she and H don't walk the playground, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls (I say this lightly, one is 25, another is my age, and the oldest is in her 50's) in question get their memo yesterday morning.... OH MY GOODNESS! You would have thought that they had been accused of abusing the children or committing treason. They start yelling at me because I told H what they felt needed to be done. The "matriarch" of the group started talking to me while I was in my room and she was in another, about how some things needed to stay in the building, and not be talked about with H. WHAT? THEY WROTE THE LIST! THEY ASKED THE QUESTIONS!!!! Holy Cow! Well, I was ready to walk out, but I didn't.. I called H and told her what was going on, FORCED Jody to take me to lunch, and tried to have a decent day. I'm just hoping that things will blow over  by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm just glad we get a 3 day weekend. *whoot* Jody and I are taking Kelsea to a party/bbq/family reunion with Jody's adopted family today. Should be a good time! I'll post pictures and tell stories later. I'm hoping to take a drive up to Concord and see Danielle. I wont even anticipate seeing Adam, he is still avoiding me like the plague. I know, I know... he's young.. he'll grow up. I keep holding onto that hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Not much of an update.. more of a gripe session, huh? sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-477155921440329288?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/477155921440329288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=477155921440329288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/477155921440329288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/477155921440329288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/05/woodpeckers-squirrels-and-drama.html' title='Woodpeckers, squirrels and DRAMA'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/ShfseWlmQnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lTYfPXv1kZQ/s72-c/woodpecker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-212932091380318687</id><published>2009-05-11T07:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:07:16.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009 (yes it's taken me nearly a week to write this!)</title><content type='html'>I figure since it's been a few weeks I should at the very least post an update. We've been on a pretty even keel these days, I'm still working and Jody has been doing camera installs for Charlie. Yeah Charlie! They are mainly doing installs in (on???)  shopping centers these days, which is nice, except when there is bad weather. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Mother's Day. Jody and I received phone calls from Tansy during the week with problems with her car overheating. Jody suggested some things she could try, but they didn't work. So, we got up fairly early and headed to the junk yard on our way up to Durham. You know, Durham, that town where Tansy lives... and is on a good day 4 hours away? Yeah, that Durham. Well, there was no luck with the radiators at the yard, so we went to the parts store and picked up a radiator, and got on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Durham was 4 hours away.. yeah. We finally get up there around 3:00pm. Jody immediately gets to work taking out the old radiator and installing the new one. Doesn't take him long. He starts the car and water starts squirting. NOT GOOD. Looks like a blown head gasket. We decide that *maybe* this product will help get her limping along until we can get the car down to us. Go to parts store, invest $25 in this crazy looking goop, go back to her apartment, dump it in the radiator, and Jody drives off. He didn't get too far when the car starts smoking, he drives it back, and breaks the bad news. Best case scenario, blown head gasket, like we thought. Worst case scenario, blown engine.  It's something that will have to be worked on down here, or in a garage somewhere.  I told her she needed to talk to Vicky (David's mom, who *owns the car*) and see what she would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's something Jody can do. The timing really stinks though! Jody finally has the work rolling in so "spare time" is at a premium. HOWEVER he says that he doesn't mind working on it (as long as she promises to keep on maintenance from now on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went down to Concord, hoping that we would be able to see Danielle on the way home (and oh yeah, pick up the cargo trailer!) No such luck. Danielle was hanging out with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason (George's son) sent me a text yesterday to wish me a happy mother's day, I got to see Tansy and Danielle called me. Adam? Well, Adam still isn't talking to me. I guess I'm still on his hit list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK!!! So, I started that Sunday night, it is now Wendsday night, and I haven't posted this. I guess I need to wrap it up, huh? One more story then I'll let you go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a window in my room at work. There is a bird feeder hanging outside said window, and for the longest time the bird feeder hung empty. I did some exploring and found a barrel of birdseed in the pantry. Needless to say, we now get visited by birds and squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies LOVE the squirrels. MissP (remember her?) calls them "kit-eee". The kiddos know when I'm due into work, because they start watching for me, and hanging out by my door so they can RUSH my window and look for the squirrels. So, we've run out of birdfood. What do "Uncle"Jody and I  pick up after our dinner tonight? Not only do we get some sunflower seeds for the squirrels, we get ANOTHER feeder for the birds! Sweet, huh? Nothing is too good for the babies. =) Don't even get me started with the bubbles. That's another story for another day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-212932091380318687?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/212932091380318687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=212932091380318687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/212932091380318687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/212932091380318687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009-yes-its-taken-me.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009 (yes it&apos;s taken me nearly a week to write this!)'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7444097374004254692</id><published>2009-04-26T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:54:03.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So much has been going on, and I don't even know where to start! There are some things that I would LOVE to talk about, but can't, because it's not my story to tell, and others that I should that would just reveal all my insecurities. So, let me just say, this past month has been fairly enlightening, but I really don't want to repeat it. Ever. Again. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.speedtv.com/programs/pinks-all-out/pinks-events-schedule/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinks All Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday up in Concord. Jody's birthday is on Thursday (he'll be the big 40) and in order to celebrate we got tickets a month or so back. We were planning to have a HUGE party for him, but he was like "Most of my friends would miss my party to go to Pinks.. Heck, I'D miss my party to go to Pinks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up early Saturday, loaded up the coolers, and headed out. Got to &lt;a href="http://www.lowesmotorspeedway.com/dragway/"&gt;Zmax Dragway&lt;/a&gt; by 11ish. They were already running cars for time trials. By the end of the day, they had run over 400 cars. There were 35,000 people in the stands. It was CRAZY! You know what??? I LOVED every minute of it. I know it's not quite the same event as what Chad does... but man, I GET IT. I understand what they love about it. And there is something to be said about building your own car, making it go fast, and blowing peoples minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SfUBY90JKeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MTVK8TKnDy8/s1600-h/09+04+25+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SfUBY90JKeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MTVK8TKnDy8/s320/09+04+25+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167262484605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SfUBYigJQfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O2FrBKBRNRQ/s1600-h/09+04+25+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SfUBYigJQfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O2FrBKBRNRQ/s320/09+04+25+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329167255152968178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't leave the track until 1130pm.. Yup, nearly 13 hours at the strip. The day was beautiful, warm, not too hot, dry. We were pretty smart about applying sunscreen and keeping hydrated. No sunburn (well, a few red patches, but nothing major.)  It was such a nice night that we took the top out and rode to get a moon-tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Well, we spent lazing around, downloading pictures to facebook and doing laundry. NICE weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is my boring life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7444097374004254692?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7444097374004254692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7444097374004254692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7444097374004254692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7444097374004254692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SfUBY90JKeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MTVK8TKnDy8/s72-c/09+04+25+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6144108148638248424</id><published>2009-03-29T14:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:04:21.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been....tagged!</title><content type='html'>So, Kate tagged me and I guess I should follow through.. I'm really good at caving into peer pressure. So, the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your pictures on your computer&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to your 6Th folder&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to your sixth picture&lt;br /&gt;4. Post it&lt;br /&gt;5. Blog about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have to admit, I'm a little afraid of what I might find....)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/Sc_DOq9ORcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CVVMuufRBRU/s1600-h/08+10+26+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/Sc_DOq9ORcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CVVMuufRBRU/s400/08+10+26+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318684341764507074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jody and I decided to take a day trip into the mountains back in October. We were hoping to see some fall color. We were off by at least a week, but we did make it to the old mine shaft where Clemson University developed their blue cheese. There was a nice little hike through the mine, and then, down the mountain a little ways (in the same park!) there was a trail by a waterfall.. ABSOLUTLY stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on in my life right now. I've started taking belly dance classes on Wednesday nights, Jody is going to be working a 3 month stint for the census bureau tomorrow. My Jeep is coming together, and I will post pictures when it's all done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to meet up with a new friend (that I met at bellydance class) to go do some kind of "touristy" hike type thing. I'm kinda excited. Went out Salsa dancing with her too.... Well, let's just say we went to a salsa club Friday night, we got on the dancefloor once, and ATTEMPTED to do a few moves that our instructor showed us in class... but still, we are stepping out of our comfort zones, and it's a good experiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6144108148638248424?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6144108148638248424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6144108148638248424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6144108148638248424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6144108148638248424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-beentagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been....tagged!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/Sc_DOq9ORcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CVVMuufRBRU/s72-c/08+10+26+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5225880568025777964</id><published>2009-02-28T18:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:31:10.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I have a dilemma. I have to get a car, and actually have found out that I have a choice of 2 cars, both of which only cost $500. Yes, both are fixer uppers,  but Jody is perfectly capable of working on both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, Jody was working in the junk yard and came across this little beauty. It's a 1997, and only ONLY has 87,000 miles on it. Again, it would only cost $500. Kelly Blue book is about $2000, it looks like it needs some new wheels (which he is taking care of) and a fuel pump (again, he's taking care of it!). Not my first choice in a car, but it is kinda cute, right? AND it would actually be the better/saner car to get because of the mileage on the motor and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SanQUPL-4VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BTSr9aNLrMY/s1600-h/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SanQUPL-4VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BTSr9aNLrMY/s320/2.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308002681925591378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We would have room to tote stuff around in, and could tow stuff too. It's not quite what I saw myself driving around in, but hey, it's a car right, and it would be fun to go offroading in at some point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The other one is just like Jody's old "wagon". Small, cute, HONDA. Needs a new motor, which Jody would put in for me. The wagon is a early 1990 model,with over 120,00+ on it though... however, Honda motors can last for 300,000 miles or more. I kinda fell in love with the idea of having this little car for my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SanQTjVYLBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pw4NLWwRe5k/s1600-h/08+11+19+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SanQTjVYLBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pw4NLWwRe5k/s320/08+11+19+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308002670153837586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cute huh? I think so. We hadn't had a chance to go talk to the gentleman about the car yet, he was out of town last weekend, and we weren't able to pick it up..... So, my problem is, I don't know which car I *really* want......BUT I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be getting the Jeep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not much going on here. The weather is CRAZY! I just got a text on my cell phone saying that we have a winter weather advisory in effect for over the next 24 hours. It's over 60 degrees outside right now!!! GAAAA. But we are possibly going to have snow tomorrow. Humm... it's a good thing I did laundry today, so if we lose power for what ever reason, I have clothes for the next week. I just have visions of ice storms and power lines breaking. I guess my time in North Carolina took it's toll on me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5225880568025777964?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5225880568025777964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5225880568025777964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5225880568025777964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5225880568025777964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SanQUPL-4VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BTSr9aNLrMY/s72-c/2.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-119157159054129820</id><published>2009-02-22T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:26:44.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have you ever thought about the small things that make life so much easier? Take for example, the ability to run (Let alone PLUG IN!!) your washing machine and dryer at the same time. I know it sounds a little silly, but oh man, for about 4 months we've been without that ability. We would have to run a load or two through the washing machine, and then start drying. If I was lucky, I'd get 2 maybe 3 loads done on a Saturday or Sunday. Not really the way I wanted to spend my precious time off, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jody and I headed for Lowes, then Home Depot, to find a dryer that "worked". Our old one would run and run and run for hours if it wasn't set at JUST the right spot. Sometimes, it didn't run heat, just tumbled and tumbled the clothes. If we didn't unplug the dryer at the end of the cycle, and if we didn't make sure it was unplugged, it just kept running. No, the heat wasn't going, the tumbler wasn't spinning, but it was eating up electricity.  Our last power bill, because of the darn dryer  was nearly $$$300... YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my income tax return, and have been itching to get a dryer. So, today we took the mini-van off to the store and found a dryer. Jody carted it out the door, loaded it in the van, drove home and carried it up the stairs and did a dryer install. YEAH for working dryers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing? Well, as Jody was pulling the old dryer out, I noticed burn marks on the side next to the washing machine. I know that we blew a breaker about 4 months ago (when all the dryer trouble started) and when we plugged in the dryer for the first time after fixing the breaker, there were sparks flying. *sigh* I think we got off easy these past 4 months, but it is scary to think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-119157159054129820?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/119157159054129820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=119157159054129820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/119157159054129820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/119157159054129820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-things.html' title='Small things'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-9085063446161160076</id><published>2009-02-05T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:33:06.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, Jody is in Savannah, Ga right now. He drove the van down, and I get to drive his Del Sol. It's been fun.. However, it's been pretty darn cold here, and since I haven't been able to "warm up" the car for long enough, I've been driving to work cold.. ugg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stop and get gas after work, and I notice the thermostat is on HIGH. NOT good. I call Jody and ask him if that is normal (yes, I know it's not, but since he's pretty much built this car, I needed to make sure). So, he tells me to wait for the motor to cool (how long does that take?) and then pop the cap off the radiator ( I THINK I know what that is...) and check the level of antifreeze... Sure... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then get a phone call from Jody saying his friend Brian would come by and check out the car for me. (have I mentioned that it's FREEZING, it's dark, and I don't get home until after 6pm?) Oh yeah, and Brian has a wife and two young kids at home, and I think he's been at work all day... Anyway, Brian shows up, starts the car, sees the antifreeze that's leaked in several locations... and realizes that he came over ill equipped to deal with this.. he thought he'd only have to pour antifreeze in to the radiator and all would be good.... NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian had to drive BACK home to get tools. So, he gets back, works on the car, in the cold, and gets it running so that I can drive to work and back tomorrow. We think the water pump may be bad... OR maybe there was a bubble in the antifreeze.. he got it fixed enough for me to get to work, and Jody will be back tomorrow sometime, so it's all good. Oh yeah.. and the heater works now!! whoot!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to know that there are people around to help if needed. That was one of my fears in moving down here, missing my friends. But now.. well, I'm not so worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-9085063446161160076?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/9085063446161160076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=9085063446161160076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/9085063446161160076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/9085063446161160076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6399195637676350621</id><published>2009-02-04T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:21:38.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I feel guilty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. I got a phone call from a friend of mine yesterday. She was the girl that I would hang out with ALL the time back in North Carolina. We've kinda drifted apart because she betrayed some confidences, and I still have a hard time trusting her. Anyway. She's been pretty much an "all about me type person" and before, I put up with it, and she was much of the time the focus of way too much of my energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the phone call. Her son has a birthday party coming up on Saturday. Now, I was concidered an Aunt or surrogate Mom to her kids. Our separation was pretty hard to deal with, when it came to the kids.... ANYWAY.... I get invited to the Saturday birthday party. Take into account, this birthday party is up in Concord, 2 hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, take into account, Jody is out of town today until Friday night, and then will be leaving for Virginia on Sunday. He is doing a camera install in Savannah, and Sunday he needs to go back to Virginia an fix his brother's car. *sigh* He's pretty sure he'll be gone 2-3 days in Virginia. SO, all I have is Saturday to hang out with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I tried to explain this on the phone with her... Well, she got pissed off. She got so pissed off in fact that she hung up on me. And hasn't tried to reach me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So tell me... why do I feel guilty? I feel really bad about saying NO. But dang it, it's a 4 hour trek up and back, let alone the time it would take to attend the party... did I mention that this would be with a house full of FIVE YEAR OLDS????? Should I feel guilty? Would YOU?&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/7825478459205328216-6399195637676350621?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6399195637676350621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6399195637676350621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6399195637676350621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6399195637676350621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-i-feel-guilty.html' title='Why do I feel guilty?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6247858809355960837</id><published>2009-02-02T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:29:23.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, darn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started this post this morning, thought I'd saved it, went to finish it, and it's GONE!!! Oh DREAD, I have to rewrite the whole thing... bear with me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many changes going on around here. Danielle is coming back home. I am so happy! It was a hard decision to allow her to go in the first place, but once I found out everything that is going on up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always figured that George was the sensible one, the one that "leaned" on the kids more than me. That's why I wasn't afraid to let the kids live with him. I found out that he would 1) allow D to drive the car without a licensed driver with her. She DOESN'T have her license, just a permit. 2)He bought D a moped and allowed her to ride it before she turned 16. According to NC law, you have to be 16 before you can ride a moped. And since the motor on it is so small, she didn't need a drivers license for it. Oh yeah... He told her to NOT TELL ME that she was riding it. So in other words, he was encouraging her to break the law and lie to me about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The straw that broke the camels back? When she was riding to work on her moped on Saturday, a lady driving a Ford Explorer decided she needed to turn RIGHT from the LEFT hand lane. Unfortunantly, she didn't see my sweet girl and hit her. All things considered, she's ok. She ended up with a few bruises and some ruined shoes, but she's all in all, we had a good outcome. I am a little irate that the police officer on the scene decided to LEAVE before an adult showed up to take care of her. grrr... AND he didn't file an accident report because he decided that there wasn't more than $1000 damage. *sigh* We are trying to get things settled and taken care of. Oh and did I mention that George didn't take her to the ER after this happened? I had to call him and insist that he do that. I don't think that I was overreacting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, Danielle moves in March 7th. I cannot tell you how happy I am about this. I need my kids home with me, and really, they need their mamma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much else going on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still working, but thinking about going to school in the fall. If I can just see about getting some time off or going on my lunch and talking with a counselor at the local collage. I'm really really REALLY dreaming about doing the nursing and becoming a certified nurse midwife.  Jody and I just need to figure out how to make it happen. Once the jobs come in steady, we'll know what we will be able to do.  I'm just really frustrated at work. It may get better next week.. one of the babies are leaving. (gee, is or are???) This sounds horrible, but I have two very very VERY whiney babies. One of them is leaving next week. I thought he was hard to deal with, cause even when he was just "talking" he sounded like he was crying... very frustrating. ANYWAY... there is a newer baby in the room, who if you aren't touching her at all time, SCREAMS! SCREAMS!!!! and it hurts the ears so bad. I dread going into work because of her.  I hope things change once she gets used to us... *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah!!! How could I forget? I got to talk to my mom on Sunday! I am so excited! We talked about the kids, and then things going on on her mission. Cool, huh? Unfortunatly, she called while Jody and I were driving down the road trying to get from Charlotte to Columbia for a Super Bowl/Double Birthday party. Have I mentioned that the Del Sol is kinda loud? But it was wonderful to be able to talk to her again. I can't wait until she is state side. YEAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6247858809355960837?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6247858809355960837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6247858809355960837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6247858809355960837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6247858809355960837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-darn.html' title='Well, darn!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2038045922176200455</id><published>2009-01-17T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:22:08.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-January</title><content type='html'>There hasn't been a whole lot going on here in wonderful South Carolina. We are in a cold spell right now, but when I talk to my siblings in colder area's, well.. I can't complain too much. Work has been plugging along, but it can be overwhelming. But how can I complain when I actually HAVE a job? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some good(ish) news. Jody and his partner have been given a contract to put in security cameras at two different shopping centers, with the chance to do about 6 more for this company. AND they've got contacts with a few other property management places.... Also, they've got some pre wire work on a few new subdivisions here in town.... Life is looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT get to see my girl today. Jody has a head that he is trying to sell to this guy in Charlotte... if that goes through, then we will take the extra time to go see her. YEA!... I really miss my Danielle. Pictures to follow if that happens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, not a whole lot going on here. Plugging along. I guess you can't ask for more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2038045922176200455?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2038045922176200455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2038045922176200455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2038045922176200455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2038045922176200455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/01/mid-january.html' title='Mid-January'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3169609095476190687</id><published>2009-01-05T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:27:36.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, scattergories, pure nonsence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OK, a quick update, and then the taggy-thing-a-ma-bobber.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We actually GOT our paychecks today, and when I went to cash it at the bank....... they ACTUALLY cashed it. It's a little scary to think that you worked X amount of hours, and they don't have the money to pay you.... BUT, maybe I'm being stupid, I'm sticking it out. I'm attached to the babies in my room, and I cannot leave them for a not so sure thing. Is it wrong of me to feel that way? *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now... for some scattergories...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things. Nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person who tagged you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question. And you can't use the same word twice. Good luck, it's harder than it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is your name: Gwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy name: Gus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 letter word:give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl name: Gale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Occupation: Grave Robber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A color: Grey-blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something people wear: girdle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beverage: Gin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Food: Gnocchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something found in a bathroom: grody toilets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A place: Geneva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reason for being late: got a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something people shout: Good gosh golly gee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3169609095476190687?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3169609095476190687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3169609095476190687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3169609095476190687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3169609095476190687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-scattergories-pure-nonsence.html' title='Update, scattergories, pure nonsence.'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3509098458889320620</id><published>2009-01-04T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:23:01.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vent....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I just have to vent..... bear with me, or just skip this blog today all together. Not sure how articulate this will be, but well, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;We get paid every other Wednesday. It's been that way since I started, I'm pretty sure that it's been that way since before the current owners took over more than a year ago. So, payday was the 31st of December. On Tuesday, the 30th, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;3:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;, we get a memo from the owner of the daycare. Our director handed out the memo, told me that if anyone had comments/concerns/complaints to call the owner, it was her deal. I read the memo and my heart sank. We weren't going to get paid on Wednesday. The reason? We had several families that were gone for 2 weeks that hadn't paid yet. There was not enough money in the account to pay our salaries. The owner assured us that she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; that people would be paying their accounts up on Monday, the 5th. Ok, not good, but hey, sometimes you can't control certain things... like people paying when they are out of town...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So, we were closed on the 1st, but were back in business on Friday, the 2nd. I arrive at my usual time, 9am, when the other "building director" steps out of her door to let me know that the director was going to be spending the day at the hospital, her father was in ICU and wasn't expected to make it. OK, down one person, but since there was only 2 kids in that building, I didn't think it would be too bad. We had quite a day, because one of the "teachers" in my building was on vacation, and had to send home another one because her child was running a fever of 102. NOT a good start to the day. The upside is that Danielle came and helped me in my room and it was fun to watch her juggle babies trying to comfort them, feed them. (as an off shoot, she has informed me that she wants to have 8.. yes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;... 8.... children.... )It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Fast forward to yesterday, I'm driving Danielle up to Concord and my phone rings. It's the owner telling me that the director's father had passed Friday night. (By the way, the owner is the director's aunt). We were going to have to muddle through next week. That means some overtime for me and the other building director.... that means hoping that we have the numbers covered. AND just because I'm going to be doing overtime, that doesn't necessarily mean I'll get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;PAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; the overtime, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that most of the people who haven't paid yet are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;after school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;families? Can you imagine those parents stopping in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; they have to go to work to pay their bill, or do you think they will wait until Monday night when they pick up their kids? Do you think we are going to be paid on Monday???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Did I also mention that my rent was due on the first??? Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that they allow us to wait until the 5th of the month to pay (they frown upon it...) but if we haven't paid by then, they start the eviction process on the 6th.... Can you say stress?I wonder if I should call my landlord and explain the situation. I wonder if they'll cut us a break. I don't mind paying the late fee (I WISH I could bill my employers for that!!!)but the eviction scares the heck out of me. Another question: how are they going to have the money to pay our salaries THIS week, and then turn around and pay us AGAIN next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;My question is... Do I just take this payday as an aberration? Do I pretend that I"m not worried that it will happen again, or do I jump ship before it goes down. That was part of my thinking last year when I quit, but then went back. I LOVE where I work. I am attached to "my" babies, I really don't want to go any where else. AND if I were to go anywhere else, that's not going to help in the short term... I'd probably have to wait at least 2 weeks before getting a paycheck anyway.... Sometimes it's so hard to know what the right thing to do is. It's not like I have a whole lot of seniority there, but if I were to go somewhere else, well, I'd really be the new kid on the block. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So, to sum it up... I'm stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;. But there isn't much that can be done about it. Just hold my breath and trust that we'll get our paychecks. I do know that Jody has a job or two lined up this week with Charlie, but again.. the waiting for it to go through is nerve wracking.He's been up and dressed and ready to go in the morning and Charlie will call and say that the people have decided to put off the install for a week/month. Charlie wishes he had more work to give Jody, so he could hire him full time.. but for now, it's just what ever he can scrape up. I just love this economy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; I will survive. I always do. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3509098458889320620?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3509098458889320620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3509098458889320620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3509098458889320620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3509098458889320620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2009/01/vent.html' title='A vent....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2727941056487172463</id><published>2008-12-29T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:48:44.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Years ago, today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVlvLCUPTQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OCl3szoG5D0/s1600-h/Tansybaby02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVlvLCUPTQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OCl3szoG5D0/s200/Tansybaby02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285377873086991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with yesterday, actually...&lt;br /&gt;December 28th, 1988.. Mom and Peggy came to visit me, and hopefully be with me when I had my first baby. Ryan was just a few months old (a little over 4mos.) and they took the trip from Idaho to California through some pretty treacherous weather, much to my brother-in-law's chagrin. They actually arrive in the Santa Cruz Mountains on Tuesday, December 27th, and we had a good time talking, catching up. Paul (James' younger brother, 14yrs old at the time) really enjoyed playing with "RT", and it was fun watching them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I had a Dr.'s appointment all the way at Moffett Air Force Base. You have to realize that the base was AT LEAST an hour away, in good traffic. We loaded up in the car, Mom, Peggy, Ryan, Paul and I, and headed out for my appointment. The baby dropped while I was in the exam room, and I lost my plug at that time also (didn't know that at the time, but I do now.) I wasn't dilated, no contractions, so we decided to go to Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. We walked around for a bit, went across the Golden Gate bridge and then headed to Hamilton Air Force base to see our old house.. I started having contractions, but nothing heavy. By the time we got to Hamilton and walked around the old school, it was looking like MAYBE it was time to head over to Oakland to get things checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hospital a good bit later (did I mention that we had to go through Bay Area traffic?) and come to find out, I really wasn’t dilated very much. The doctors thought it would be a good idea for me to walk a bit to see if we could get things moving.  I remember walking the halls with Mom and Peggy switching off. Paul was happily (?) ensconced in the waiting room playing with Ryan and being a good sport. I remember discussing names picked out for my future child, and not feeling too happy about the girl’s name. Mom and I walked and walked, talking about names. We started talking about a couple that lived down the street from us, that went to church with us, Mike and Tansy. Tansy was from England, a delicate woman, beautiful. We figured that would be an awesome first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately, I wasn’t progressing, so they sent me home…. home being Santa Cruz, about a 2 hour drive from Oakland. We were hungry, so we stopped at a greasy spoon in Oakland on the way home. Ah memories… All the while, mind you, I was having contractions, but not enough to be a total bother. I was able to fall asleep that night, and slept fairly soundly until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and my contractions were about 5 mins apart. We called Cleone who was already at work, and James, who was at his house. We jump in the car, thinking we knew the way to the hospital. I’m in the back seat with Ryan (in a car seat!) and Paul. I was panting through the contractions as we are heading down the interstate. I remember Peggy writing on a piece of paper “WE’RE HAVING A BABY”  to hold up when people looked at us funny. Kinda cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the wrong exit, or perhaps missed it, and ended up in Oakland, past the hospital. I remember having to find an exit and turn around. Remember this is before we had cell phones to use easily. Finally, getting turned around, we make it to the hospital. Entering the hospital, we find that James and Cleone made it before we did! YIKES! So, I get checked in, assigned a bed in the labor room, and get down to the work of.. well… laboring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVlvK0mTwMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Dkzxd7nRtl4/s1600-h/Top-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVlvK0mTwMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Dkzxd7nRtl4/s200/Top-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285377869404684482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Mom coming in once or twice to see me, and then she couldn’t handle the pain I was going through. I don’t remember Cleone coming in at all.. James and Peggy stayed by my side. I remember the surprise on James’ face when I tell him that we were going to name our girl Tansy Marie instead of Alexandria Rochelle. Poor James, he thought it was actually the transition talking, not the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wheeled me into delivery, and after not too much pushing, I had a beautiful baby girl. I remember there were some cute corpsmen, and Peggy was doing her best to get them on the video for me.. too bad I didn’t follow through with that. =) HAH! When the corpsmen realized that it was my birthday, they lined up down the hallway and made an arch with their arms and wheeled my gurney under them… cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to believe that it’s been 20 years. It’s been so wonderful being Tansy’s mom. I’ve been truly blessed to have her as my daughter and best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2727941056487172463?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2727941056487172463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2727941056487172463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2727941056487172463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2727941056487172463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/twenty-years-ago-today.html' title='Twenty Years ago, today.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVlvLCUPTQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OCl3szoG5D0/s72-c/Tansybaby02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2100947401504873939</id><published>2008-12-28T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:49:48.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allrighty then. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqtxyhLEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yXpCMahrO00/s1600-h/preston+plays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqtxyhLEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yXpCMahrO00/s200/preston+plays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285021128666983490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqtUqPskI/AAAAAAAAAUc/96Vhp7TzMwg/s1600-h/Emily+Parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqtUqPskI/AAAAAAAAAUc/96Vhp7TzMwg/s200/Emily+Parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285021120847655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqs5a-VZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zJ1oKbKrC7Q/s1600-h/PeggyPamRuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqs5a-VZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zJ1oKbKrC7Q/s200/PeggyPamRuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285021113535845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqsgcRxtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tjrhnkAaha8/s1600-h/LindsayPaisley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqsgcRxtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tjrhnkAaha8/s200/LindsayPaisley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285021106830427858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgp7U0mbJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iQGML1_FgKw/s1600-h/Parker+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgp7U0mbJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iQGML1_FgKw/s400/Parker+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285020261897628818" 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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Holidays one and all. =) It's been a GREAT week, and I'm bummed it's almost over. I got to see my girl Danielle on Christmas Eve and deliver her gifts to her. That was good. Went to the candlelight service at my "old" church with Tansy that night too. It's been almost a year since I've attended, so it was so nice seeing old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jody and I had a quiet day on Thursday, we cooked a quarter ham and sweet potato casserole, opened our gifts to one another, and then took the Del Sol out for a spin looking for a good spot or two to take pictures of it. Tansy arrived Thursday night and we tried to hit the hay early because we were driving to Richmond on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We took 2 cars, because Jody needed to bring an engine back from Richmond. We had the pleasure of meeting some of Jody's relatives on Friday, and eating another delicious meal with his dad, step-mom and sister. Will have to post the recipe for her greenbeans later. YUMMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tansy and I headed to Virginia beach on Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We made it to Pam's house in time for lunch (what timing!) and then half the crew headed out for a movie... I volunteered to stay and watch Emily (Peggy's youngest) and  Parker and Preston (Kate's oldest). It was a fun to play with the "littles" and see Emily act like an older sister... She's actually hoping for a baby brother or sister.She told me that she told Peggy that they could always adopt a baby sister for her. =) I love the way 7 year olds think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were able to play some games later on Saturday night, much laughter ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tansy and I had to head out this morning, we met up with Jody in Emporia, VA. Our 6 hour trip turned into about an 8 hour trip with a few backups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tonight is my last night with all three of my children being teenagers. I'm not sure how I feel about that. *sigh*Maybe I'll feel up to posting an *EDITED* birth story tomorrow. Tonight, I'm just enjoying the fact that my girl is under my roof. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2100947401504873939?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2100947401504873939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2100947401504873939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2100947401504873939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2100947401504873939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/allrighty-then.html' title='Allrighty then. =)'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SVgqtxyhLEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yXpCMahrO00/s72-c/preston+plays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2081906464012746078</id><published>2008-12-19T07:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:27:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I double dog tag you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Since it's been slow at home, I decided to follow through with &lt;a href="http://benjaminandmatthewpope.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-you-wanted-to-know-about-me-and.html"&gt;Beth Ann's &lt;/a&gt;tag. =) I love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;both. It really depends on the gift, and who it's going to... but after watching Jody wrap presents the other night, my efforts are so amateur, I may stick with bags from now on. I can't compete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real tree or Artificial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificial.... &lt;a href="http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html"&gt;and we actually have a tree this year&lt;/a&gt;! We never really had a "spot" to put a tree in, so it's been years since we've had one. Jody and I decided to put one up.. It's pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When do you put up the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we put it up about a week before hand this year.. who knows what our next years will say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like eggnog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, do I ever! It can be "virgin" or not, doesn't matter. I keep looking at it longingly in the cooler every time I go to the store... maybe I'll pick some up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easiest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's supposed to be easy? When the kids were small, it was so easy, now that they have their own opinions and are pretty much grown up, not so easy. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardest person to buy for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with Jody... In fact we had the convo last night about what each of us would like, and we can't decide... so we're putting it off for us, and focusing on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm, neither? I think I need to at least do an email, shouldn't I? My life is just pretty boring, no news to report, so why bother? I don't know. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worst Christmas gift you every received? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've received a bad one.. I did get a Michael Jackson doll the year I was into Boy George... BUT, It's the gift I most remember in my life, and it was from my AMAZING younger brother, and I toted that thing around for years, even though it was missing legs and arms.. and probably clothing. It's one I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite Christmas movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Christmas Story" isn't that everyone's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the first week of December.. sad to say this year, I haven't even started yet. AKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr, ummmmm, no. What a novel idea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite thing to eat a Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiral ham.... deep fried turkey... pumpkin pie. Pretty much the same as Thanksgiving. *we are having a club dinner tomorrow night, and Jody is making the Sweet Potato casserole. I thing this is my NEW favorite.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma Got Ran Over By a Reindeer"...now if I could only find my cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much stayed home at this time of year.... however, I'll be in Virginia Beach for the weekend after. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. and it only takes one try ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflake/star type thing... something that a family member made for Jody years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning... we used to do pj's for the kids on Christmas Eve, but they out grew that tradition. AND we used to open presents for Yule on the Solstice, but since the family has split up, that tradition is kinda gone too. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... There are alot of ism's in this world, and the worst of them is commercialism"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite time for Christmas dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer around 2pm. Dunno why.. I guess so we can nosh the rest of the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't given that much thought. Ask me on the 26th. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so now the rest of the family has been double dog dared to do this tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7825478459205328216-2081906464012746078?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2081906464012746078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2081906464012746078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2081906464012746078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2081906464012746078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-double-dog-tag-you.html' title='I double dog tag you!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-4655921408024788917</id><published>2008-12-15T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:48:49.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SUcGaozSNXI/AAAAAAAAATg/G_hzbFUGzbA/s1600-h/08+12+15+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SUcGaozSNXI/AAAAAAAAATg/G_hzbFUGzbA/s200/08+12+15+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196142814082418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, we got our first tree. Didn't think that would happen, for some reason. Jody went to Raleigh to a swap meet and made some money, so now we can get gifts for the kids, and we got ourselves a teeny, tiny tree that fits real well into our teeny tiny home. We got it out of the box (yeah, it's a fake one, SAVE THE FOREST!!!), Jody put it together, and we put his smalls stash of ornaments on it. He's managed to save them through his many moves, and most of them have sentimental value to them. Kinda awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had fun babysitting this weekend. It was much more low key than I thought it would be. Jody was able to help me Friday night, he's the one that rocked Payton to sleep and put her to bed. I don't know, but there is something about a man that is totally capable of nurturing a baby. Payton was looking for him pretty much all night Saturday night, but he didn't make it back into town before her mom and dad made it back home.... Sad. He has promised to come see her at the daycare this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not much else to write about. Just thought I'd share our tree. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-4655921408024788917?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/4655921408024788917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=4655921408024788917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4655921408024788917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4655921408024788917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas......'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SUcGaozSNXI/AAAAAAAAATg/G_hzbFUGzbA/s72-c/08+12+15+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-584633242559428158</id><published>2008-12-12T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:09:21.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken and catchup....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's what our youth group used to call the first Sunday of the month @ church. Everyone would get a chance to talk about their day/week/month as a way of connecting with one another. I really miss those kids! *sigh* But when I think about it, they aren't "kids" anymore, the youngest ones were a year older than Tansy, and she'll be twenty in less than a month... Oh I'm getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway. I'm sitting here, have about 10 minutes before I really need to buckle down and get ready for work. Was checking my email and read the one from my sweet mom. I love you Mom! I'm so sorry you were sick on the flight home.  I'm so glad that you are feeling better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We went to our friend's baby's first birthday party last weekend. I was trying to figure out what in the world to get this little man.... Jill gave me some EXECELLENT suggestions. But then, as we were shopping, Jody was telling me that since he IS the second child/second boy, he has sooo many toys already, he really didn't need anymore (AND Christmas is soon, too!) SO, we got him a new little outfit... camo jacket, jeans and a jeep tshirt. His parents loved it at least. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not much going on here in South Carolina. We actually had 70 degree weather and tornado watches all day yesterday. CRAZY! Jody and I are babysitting tonight and tomorrow night for one of "my babies" (MissP if you were wondering!). Her parent's company Christmas parties happen to land on both days. Mrs.P asked me if I could babysit back in October, when she found out when her party was, and of course I said yes. She's been asking me quite frequently if we were still on. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finished Paisley's afghan. I'm hoping I get to deliver it personally. I have just a few days left to decide what I'm going to do. Tansy will be spending some time with me after Christmas, definently will be spending our birthday together... So I was thinking ROAD TRIP! I guess I need to find out if 1) I'm getting my birthday off and 2) if she wants to drive up to VABeach for such a quick trip and 3) IF i get my birthday off, if I'll get my holiday pay ( can't remember if I take the day off before or after a holiday if I get the holiday pay... ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure y'all are very bored by now. There really isn't much going on.  I love you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-584633242559428158?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/584633242559428158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=584633242559428158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/584633242559428158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/584633242559428158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicken-and-catchup.html' title='chicken and catchup....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8150073653596554569</id><published>2008-11-27T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:18:36.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SS8JTCbSyOI/AAAAAAAAATA/cHo_c9QOWeU/s1600-h/08+11+27+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SS8Kcmem91I/AAAAAAAAATQ/M8W74hQIwVs/s200/08+11+27+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273445175155685202" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SS8JRNO3v0I/AAAAAAAAASg/-t7T_oLavnk/s1600-h/08+11+27+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SS8JRNO3v0I/AAAAAAAAASg/-t7T_oLavnk/s200/08+11+27+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273443879888600898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't get the stupid pictures to load right. *sigh* See the beautiful feast? Well,Jody cooked it all. All I had to do was 1) wake up 2) make the deviled eggs and 3) put the steamer bag of mixed vegies into the microwave. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;If you've NEVER had deep fried turkey, you should try it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle spent the night, we had a good time. We went to see Twilight. It was... AWESOME! I love my girl. Isn't she beeeeeeee-youuuteeful? I think she is.  So, it's nice and quiet here for a few days.... Aren't we lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8150073653596554569?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8150073653596554569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8150073653596554569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8150073653596554569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8150073653596554569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving, 2008'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SS8JTCbSyOI/AAAAAAAAATA/cHo_c9QOWeU/s72-c/08+11+27+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7448975105887349489</id><published>2008-11-13T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:00:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny..ha hah</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that &lt;a href="http://onelineberrydayatatime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; is so happy that she has a girl, and that she doesn't have to face this... (any more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glJ3p5TDKpA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glJ3p5TDKpA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I on the other hand... have to worry about it on a daily basis. LUCKILY, the baby boy in my charge hasn't done this yet... Lil S on the other hand... a GIRL HAS!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7448975105887349489?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7448975105887349489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7448975105887349489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7448975105887349489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7448975105887349489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/funnyha-hah.html' title='Funny..ha hah'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7849520934736493984</id><published>2008-11-12T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:00:56.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNQLmHKlmiE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNQLmHKlmiE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Pam thought the turkey was funny... I had tears rolling down my cheeks, my ribs hurt, and I almost peed my pants! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7849520934736493984?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7849520934736493984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7849520934736493984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7849520934736493984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7849520934736493984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-14621747272448120</id><published>2008-11-10T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:12:34.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About the cake...</title><content type='html'>We finally broke into the cake last night about 9pm.... I was worried about it turning out because I had mixed the sugar/cocoa with the hot water.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FINE! It didn't make enough of the pudding mixture (It never does ) So maybe I should try to double that part of the recipe. =) Next time I make that I'm going to try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tansy called me on Thursday wanting to know what "our" plans were for our birthday. She's got from Dec. 23 to Jan 31 off, and wanted to be out here for the birthday at least.... I'll have to keep reminding my boss that I NEED that day off, but we get to spend it together.... We've only spent one birthday apart, when she was visiting James and Nicole in Washington.... That did not go well. She pretty much cried the whole day. Granted she was only about 10, but she still wants to spend time with her mom. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my phone starts ringing while I'm at work. I'm not really supposed to be on my cell at work, but I keep it on me just in case my kids need to call me. I look down, and see an "overseas" number. That puts me into panic mode right away.... Then, it's a voice I don't really recognize.... But she says it's Karalyn. Now, I know that she and Mike have been hunting in Idaho, and that they are still there. So, I ask her how she's doing.... (trying hard NOT to hyperventilate!) and she says "Not too good"..... FULL BLOWN PANIC MODE kicks in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts telling me about her house here in West Columbia. They had a contract with a property management team, they collected the rent/mortgage and put it into their account, but took care of making sure that it was rented out, was in good repair, etc. ANYWAY, they got an email the night before telling them that the business was shutting down and could no longer take care of the property. Come to find out, they hadn't even gotten October's rent, let alone November's rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent my lunch hour trying to reach the owner of said failed business (who's website is still up and running, btw) and the tenant. NO LUCK.... Called 411 to get phone numbers, and called those.... and then Thursday night after having dinner with a group of friends, we drove by the house... We saw a "For Sale by Owner" sign in the front yard. THAT had a different number on it than I had for the tenant and the business owner. The plot appeared to thicken. Called THAT number and left a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home and keep trying to call the number for the tenant... Finally reach her, and she had NO IDEA what was going on. I told her to go check her email and/or regular mail and call me back. She checks her email, and the owner wrote HER on Wendsday... NICE business practices, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get a rental contract made up, but she told me that she was making a payment of "X" dollars, which just so happens to be the amount that Mike and Karalyn had been being paid for the mortgage payment.... So this guy wasn't charging MORE for his time??? I don't think so. So, I now need to get a copy of rental agreement etc. Hopefully, SHE has it, cause I'm not having any luck getting hold of the business owner. GRRRR.... I guess I need to send a certified letter to him too, but I'm not sure what to say. But that needs to be soon. Any suggestions on wording? Right now, I'm just voicemail bombing his inbox.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Karalyn need October's mortgage payment (Tenant says she has paid October) and November's too (she says she hasn't paid that, I'm supposed to get paid for that today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to scarf my oatmeal, it's getting late. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-14621747272448120?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/14621747272448120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=14621747272448120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/14621747272448120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/14621747272448120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-cake.html' title='About the cake...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5297511522595461166</id><published>2008-11-09T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:45:23.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAD to share.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Fudge Pudding Cake&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;div id="recipe_ingredients"&gt;     &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-1/4 cups  granulated sugar, divided&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup  all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup  HERSHEY'S Cocoa, divided&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons  baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon  salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup  milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 cup  butter or margarine, melted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-1/2 teaspoons  vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-1/4 cups hot water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Whipped topping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 350°F. Combine 3/4 cup granulated sugar, flour, 1/4 cup cocoa, baking powder and salt. Stir in milk, butter and vanilla; beat until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pour batter into ungreased 9-inch square baking pan. Stir together remaining 1/2 cup granulated sugar, brown sugar and remaining 1/4 cup cocoa; sprinkle mixture evenly over batter. Pour hot water over top; do not stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until center is almost set. Remove from oven; let stand 15 minutes. Serve in dessert dishes, spooning sauce from bottom of pan over top. Garnish with whipped topping. About 8 servings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I made this a few weeks ago for Jody (been making it for the kids for a few years now...) and I knew he liked it, but didn't know how much..... Yesterday he practically begged for it... so I'm making it now.... It's almost been in the oven long enough for the yummy chocolate smell to ooze throughout our house. It works well if you double the recipe also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It says to serve with whipped topping... vanilla ice cream is a MUCH better choice. Also, I wasn't paying attention to the recipe this time, and ummm, mixed the ingredients in the last step... I'll let y'all know how that works out. Oh yeah, I also added a smidge of vanilla to the hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, we can now run the dryer... but only if the washing machine isn't plugged in. For some reason, the dryer plug is grounded at the washing machine... or soemthing wierd like that.So, we can only do one load at a time. But at least it's possible to wash clothes.  =)&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/7825478459205328216-5297511522595461166?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5297511522595461166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5297511522595461166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5297511522595461166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5297511522595461166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-to-share.html' title='HAD to share.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3249321395556101439</id><published>2008-11-07T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:58:03.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Was reading&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.affirmation.org/pdf/2008_09_18_thurston.pdf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; as I was eating breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3249321395556101439?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3249321395556101439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3249321395556101439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3249321395556101439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3249321395556101439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='something to think about...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7832618744501638209</id><published>2008-11-05T19:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:56:18.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>*sigh* those who know me, know I'm a pretty darn liberal person, and will share my opinion at the drop of the hat. I like to think that as I get older and more mature, I can hold my tongue when it's appropriate. I'm having a hard time with facebook right now. I know it sounds silly, but grrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;So many of my old high school friends have now befriended me on there. Great. But knowing that so many of them still hold ideals and values that I find... hateful? divisive? rupugnant?, I'm still listed as their friends.. BUT I do try to temper my blasts and be careful to not offend, to not step on toes. Some of the hateful comments left on there by some of them leave me speechless. I don't want to get into a hateful conversation. At this point, I don't even think a respectful, intellegent conversation is possible. It is so hard, knowing that I am trying to take the higher ground, yet feeling that by keeping my mouth shut about some of the hateful language on there, I'm condoning it. I honestly don't know what to do. Kudo's to my brother-in-law who is able to speak so clearly and concisely about the issues. I am in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to vent. Now I'm off to see how many rows I can get done on the afghan. =) I've got 7 of 10 sets of rows done.... whoot, that means more than half done. =) I really hope that I can hand deliver it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7832618744501638209?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7832618744501638209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7832618744501638209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7832618744501638209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7832618744501638209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3497829640004103104</id><published>2008-11-01T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:55:58.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The small things....</title><content type='html'>that get you down.. Yup, don't read this if you might get as upset as me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today started out good. Jody had an appointment to do a camera/alarm install this morning. I decided to be lazy and work on my new niece's afghan. I realized that I needed more yarn, and so I headed out to Hobby Lobby. No luck. *sigh* Couldn't find the right stuff... So, I headed out to Michaels.. the nearest one is another 20 miles from my place... But what else do I have to do but drive? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my yarn and get home. I start in on the afghan again... get a few rows done. OH yeah, I really need to get some laundry done... Put a load in the wash and we're good.... Well, we're good until all of a sudden we hear a *POOF* and there is NO POWER!!! We try to trip breakers, no luck. We call our landlord, no answer. We leave a message and head out for the store. We've been planning a trip to the drag races tomorrow, another local car club has put together a car and Jody's club wants to go show some love...... to save money, we are bringing our food to grill, all that good stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home, still no answer from the landlord. It's now 4:30 and we need to do something. Jody pulls one of the main breakers out, and we head to Lowes. Get a new breaker, and he fixes the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally hear from the landlord, but inform her that we've taken care of the problem. Fix some dinner and crochet some more. Oh yeah, I need to put my clothes in the dryer. So, I load up the dryer, and try to push start. NO LUCK. It is dark now, yes this is important, and Jody starts fiddling with the breakers in the box. The house plunges into utter darkness, and all of a sudden sparks come flying out of the dryer... OOPS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think we need a new dryer.  Lucky us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3497829640004103104?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3497829640004103104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3497829640004103104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3497829640004103104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3497829640004103104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-things.html' title='The small things....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8214959217625196976</id><published>2008-10-27T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:19:29.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm thinking about going back to school.... Probably doing the whole online course thing. Yeah, me and the internet, always a good combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, besides Liberty University (where my boss is taking classes) anyone else have any suggestions for schools? It was just my luck that the ONE university I contacted just happened to be a non-denominational Christian university. Not that that's a bad thing..... but well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd LOVE to be able to follow through with the midwifery thing, but at this stage in my life, it looks like early childhood education/program administration is going to be my best bet. *sigh* and yet another dream goes down the toilet.  But maybe, one day, I'll be able to get back on that horse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else going on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8214959217625196976?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8214959217625196976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8214959217625196976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8214959217625196976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8214959217625196976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7000427881298348461</id><published>2008-10-26T19:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:21:54.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT4QDTxo2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0RwH7AzhC58/s1600-h/08+10+26+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT4QDTxo2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0RwH7AzhC58/s200/08+10+26+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261603219325428578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT3xzwUUxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gE25-kKxm-E/s1600-h/08+10+26+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT3xzwUUxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gE25-kKxm-E/s200/08+10+26+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602699754099474" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT3cQG3VPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NMMKTKTzcZk/s1600-h/08+10+26+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT3cQG3VPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NMMKTKTzcZk/s200/08+10+26+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602329407739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go see the mountains today. We took the top off the car and headed out towards Clemson/Walhalla. Jody and I went exploring a really &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stumphouse_Mountain_Tunnel"&gt;cool unfinished railroad tunnel&lt;/a&gt; that was started pre-Civil War but was never completed. (DUH!)  We then took a look at the falls at the park, BEAUTIFUL! Thought about hiking all the way down to the bottom of the falls, but SOMEONE says I'm not real graceful and he's not strong enough to lug me back to the top... hummm.... We'll see about that. :) I actually think my knees are thanking me for NOT going down there. We were just about a week too early for full colors. :( but it was a beautiful day and we got our fill of vitamin D and fresh air. I actually got a sunburn on my face. WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7000427881298348461?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7000427881298348461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7000427881298348461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7000427881298348461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7000427881298348461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaves.html' title='The leaves'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SQT4QDTxo2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0RwH7AzhC58/s72-c/08+10+26+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3310942873397571453</id><published>2008-10-25T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:15:32.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, it's been a LONG week at the lil ol' daycare. We had a new person start on Monday, and that was cool. Downside? She's never worked in daycare before, is young, and isn't very authorative. *sigh* She has a 2 year old, and unfortunantly, can't "control" her to begin with. She's been stuck in the 2 year old room, so needless to say, I think she feels a wee bit overwhelmed. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into work on Thursday and was told some horrible news. MissJ works with me and happens to be lil'J's mom. She's young, and was in a very bad relationship with the babydaddy since she was 16. They have 2 kids together, lilJ has a big sister that is 6. Anyway, for whatever reason, (we never got the full story!) babydaddy has been in jail for the past 3 months. All sorts of things have come out of this separation, but number one on the list is that babydaddy abused MissJ.  She was FREE of this man, working on moving on, meeting new people (yes, kinda soon, but working on it). Babydaddy gets out of jail and MissJ keeps telling us that she doesn't want him back. He did her wrong... He would take her paycheck and instead of paying bills (like he told her he was doing!!) he'd spend it on something else. He left her with well over $600 worth of electric bills to pay when he went to jail. She swore she was DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He get's out, and puts on the charm... She is resisting it, but then the man that she was "seeing" had some kind of melt down. Of course babydaddy is being super supportive, blah blah blah. So Wendsday night babydaddy finds out that MissJ was seeing someone earlier on in his incarceration and FLIPS! He starts banging on her door at 12am and forces his way into her home. He beats her for well over an hour and a half, while her kids are watching. She winds up in the hospital, he runs from the police. We find out that her daughter watched the whole thing, and that lilJ (he's 11 months old) got hit a few times during the beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've heard that he fractured her jaw in a few places, her eye is still bleeding and if the swelling in her eye/face doesn't go down by tomorrow, she has to get it drained. So, not only is she facing MAJOR hospital bills, until the bruises fade, she can't come into work. It seems harsh, but how do you explain them to the kids/parents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child protective services stepped in and placed a restraining order on babydaddy. But that's only for the kids. We weren't too afraid that babydaddy would get out of jail once they caught him. BUT the last I heard from MissJ is that they were releasing babydaddy, perhaps he made bail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand battered woman syndrome. I know how hard it is to get out of a bad situation.... but heres the deal.... she was OUT. she was FREE. I want to be supportive of her, but how do you do that without enabling her to continue in a very very VERY bad relationship?  I'm afraid that she'll keep going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on..... I needed to vent. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7825478459205328216-3310942873397571453?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3310942873397571453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3310942873397571453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3310942873397571453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3310942873397571453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama.html' title='Drama!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2359969001288239922</id><published>2008-10-15T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:56:40.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless.....</title><content type='html'>Every time I see this commercial, it brings a smile to my face. What can I say? The reason it does though, is pretty benign. I see the little boy in the khaki pants, and he reminds me of my nephew, Benjamin. I know Ben isn't this big yet, but soon! :) Can anyone else see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2359969001288239922?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2359969001288239922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2359969001288239922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2359969001288239922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2359969001288239922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/priceless.html' title='Priceless.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5244733437663966351</id><published>2008-10-14T19:19:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:55:22.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Barbies.... Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mattel recently announced the release of limited-edition Barbie Dolls for the Idaho market:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtmdIJLBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OMyjZcLnNPo/s1600-h/barbie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtmdIJLBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OMyjZcLnNPo/s200/barbie01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257158278701984786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Sun Valley Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade Handbags,&lt;br /&gt;a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign dog named Honey&lt;br /&gt;and a million dollar home.&lt;br /&gt;Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift.&lt;br /&gt;Workaholic Ken sold only in conjunction&lt;br /&gt;with the augmented version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtgwHaKAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aD4SGVn7F-8/s1600-h/barbie02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtgwHaKAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aD4SGVn7F-8/s200/barbie02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257158180719962114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eagle Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;The modern day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar minivan&lt;br /&gt;and matching gym outfit. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jamming cell phone sold separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtbi_nUeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/K3tOlxylg1Q/s1600-h/barbie03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtbi_nUeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/K3tOlxylg1Q/s200/barbie03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257158091298263522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Garden City Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun,&lt;br /&gt;a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with dark tinted windows, and a meth lab kit.&lt;br /&gt;This model is only available after dark&lt;br /&gt;and must be paid for in cash (preferably small, untraceable bills)&lt;br /&gt;unless you are a cop, then we don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtXLu188I/AAAAAAAAAQM/cMtPXnrALXg/s1600-h/barbie04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtXLu188I/AAAAAAAAAQM/cMtPXnrALXg/s200/barbie04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257158016334427074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Boise Foot Hills Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of BMW convertible or Hummer H3.&lt;br /&gt;Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card and country club membership.&lt;br /&gt;Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to afford any of them.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtMnQ0zHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RDbt-8Xc3UI/s1600-h/barbie05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtMnQ0zHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RDbt-8Xc3UI/s200/barbie05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157834746154098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Inkom Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small,&lt;br /&gt;a NASCAR t-shirt and Tweety Bird tattoo on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;She has a six-pack of Bud light and a Hank Williams Jr. CD set&lt;br /&gt;She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's butt when she is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtHA-v5tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5-BhTTV6R60/s1600-h/barbie06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtHA-v5tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5-BhTTV6R60/s200/barbie06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157738570442450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ketchum Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This collagen injected, rhino plastic Barbie wears a leopard print outfit and&lt;br /&gt;drinks cosmopolitans while entertaining friends.&lt;br /&gt;Percocet prescription available as well as newly built high rise condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtCVZTFDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gx7kChOoBZ8/s1600-h/barbie07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtCVZTFDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gx7kChOoBZ8/s200/barbie07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157658151162930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Buhl Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her&lt;br /&gt;own high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time&lt;br /&gt;she chased beer-gutted Ken out of Mountain Home Barbie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, fake fingernails,&lt;br /&gt;and a see-through halter-top. Also available with a mobile home.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUs9ZKfw-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/lZ6yT3rso8g/s1600-h/barbie08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUs9ZKfw-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/lZ6yT3rso8g/s200/barbie08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157573263475682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Boise East End Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair,&lt;br /&gt;arch-less feet, hairy armpits, no makeup and Birkenstocks with white socks.&lt;br /&gt;She prefers that you call her Willow. She does not want or need a Ken doll,&lt;br /&gt;but if you purchase two Boise East End Barbies and the optional Subaru wagon,&lt;br /&gt;you get a rainbow flag bumper sticker for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUs2bPdh1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8kTEPMRywGA/s1600-h/barbie09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUs2bPdh1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8kTEPMRywGA/s200/barbie09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157453562087250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Mountain Home Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;This Barbie now comes with a stroller and 2 infant dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Optional accessories include a GED and bus pass.&lt;br /&gt;White boy Gangsta Ken and his 1979 Caddy were available,&lt;br /&gt;but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUsxNJ2pNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l1WodPpQrkg/s1600-h/barbie10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUsxNJ2pNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l1WodPpQrkg/s200/barbie10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157363881125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' Idaho Falls Barbie'&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect in every way, mainly due to the&lt;br /&gt;high levels of antidepressants in her system.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know where Ken is because he's always at church meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I wish I could claim ownership of this, but received this in an email and had to share!****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5244733437663966351?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5244733437663966351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5244733437663966351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5244733437663966351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5244733437663966351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/mattel-recently-announced-release-of.html' title='Idaho Barbies.... Enjoy'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SPUtmdIJLBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OMyjZcLnNPo/s72-c/barbie01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6797271014183362177</id><published>2008-10-12T14:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:49:16.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sillyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99 percent of lawyers give     the rest a bad name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deja Moo: The feeling that     you've heard this bull before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2 most common elements in     the universe are hydrogen and stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clothes make the man. Naked     people have little or no influence on society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If at first you don't     succeed, skydiving is not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vital papers will demonstrate     their vitality by moving from where you left them to where you can't find     them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always remember to pillage     BEFORE you burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The trouble with doing     something right the first time is that nobody appreciates how difficult it     was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It may be that your sole     purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eagles may soar, but weasels     aren't sucked into jet engines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If at first you don't     succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experience is something you     don't get until just after you need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For every action, there is an     equal and opposite criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Success always occurs in     private, and failure in full view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To succeed in politics, it is     often necessary to rise above your principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two wrongs are only the     beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sooner you fall behind,     the more time you'll have to catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A clear conscience is usually     the sign of a bad memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you must choose between     two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change is     inevitable....except from vending machines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't sweat petty     things....or pet sweaty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard work pays off in the     future. Laziness pays off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two wrongs do not make a     right, but three rights make a left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &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/7825478459205328216-6797271014183362177?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6797271014183362177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6797271014183362177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6797271014183362177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6797271014183362177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/sillyness.html' title='Sillyness'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5531316321140264458</id><published>2008-10-06T21:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:03:53.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's so cool.</title><content type='html'>Ok. So Jody has this "thing" about unpainted toes. Not that he's ever complained about MINE, but we'll be out in public and he'll see some poor unwitting soul wearing sandals and unpainted nails... ahhh the comments. He's been telling me that he'd be HAPPY to paint my nails for me, but for some reason, that never seems to happen.. until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a BAD DAY. It started out with holding BabyS on my hip as I was getting stuff out of the dryer.... BANG!!! she hits her head on the dryer. She ended up with a NICE goose egg right smack dab in the middle of her forehead. Made me feel so very bad. I was crying as I called her mom and told her. Mom seemed cool about it, but man, I keep trying to rethink what happened, and all I can think is that it wasn't that important to try and get her blanket out of the dryer so she could take her nap. My stomach still turns when I know that she was in my arms when she got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new baby started today. :) He's a sweetheart. 4 months old, 18 pounds already. OH MY GOODNESS, he's a chunk. Had another parent inquire about a place in the infant room. That would be a total of 5 in my room, with 2 in the "waddler" room. Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, MissR has been trying to bite all her "friends", and trying to deal with that, well, let me just say, my brain was feeling rather numb. I sent Jody a text, telling him I wanted a back rub when I got home.. he offered to do this instead....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOrC8iZMiDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8o0hXKuQ0OY/s1600-h/toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOrC8iZMiDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8o0hXKuQ0OY/s320/toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254226260561528882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh? He chose the color and everything... It felt nice to be pampered. :)  But I'm hoping for the backrub... I'm sooo hard to please. :) ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5531316321140264458?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5531316321140264458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5531316321140264458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5531316321140264458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5531316321140264458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-so-cool.html' title='He&apos;s so cool.'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOrC8iZMiDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8o0hXKuQ0OY/s72-c/toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5821044305045525378</id><published>2008-10-06T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:32:03.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not much going on here.  Jody and I drove up to Asheboro, NC yesterday. He wants to do a 5speed conversion on his car, and there was a boy with the motor he needed that was willing to swap for a turbo kit. We were going to just meet in Charlotte, which is about the halfway point. The young man called at some point Saturday, after he realized he doesn't have a truck and had no way to transport said motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Danielle to see if she wanted to take a trip with us, but she was at the &lt;a href="http://www.royalfaires.com/carolina/"&gt;RenFest with Adam, George and her ex boyfriend, Brandon. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we were pretty sad about that. Asheboro is about 4 hours from our house, but it was a GLORIOUS day, and I was so happy that we had a chance to just go. The young man offered to pay for our gas, to make up for having to go the whole way. It seems like he had a pretty amazing living situation. It looked like there were probably 4 generations of family living in the house, with an apartment over the 2nd detached garage. I think he had his wife/girlfriend (not sure if they were married or not!) with their little girl, his parents, and at least ONE grandparent living there. How amazing would that be, to  have everyone live together? Of course, the house looked HUGE, and there was what looked like a nice sized apartment also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stuck the motor in the back of the wagon, hung out and talked for a few minutes, and headed back. I got a phone call from Kelly saying she had seen my beautiful daughter at the fest. Since we were going to be driving pretty much right past the old neighborhood, I called Danielle to see if she'd be around. Hey, it was ONLY 830ish. =)  We were in luck.. she was home and "willing" to see us. :) YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice visit. I love my girl. Miss her terribly. We kept telling her that the door is open, and that we would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have her back. Hopefully, one day.. she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that was boring. :) thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7825478459205328216-5821044305045525378?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5821044305045525378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5821044305045525378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5821044305045525378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5821044305045525378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-drive.html' title='Sunday drive'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-886048005821787011</id><published>2008-09-29T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:56:41.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks Kate! Now.. I have to find people to tag... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Link the person(s) that tagged you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://onelineberrydayatatime.blogspot.com/"&gt;(KATE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Mention the rules on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them ( I gotta cheat, cuz I don't many other bloggers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://jillysjillybeans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pamandmatt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (hah hah, tagged twice, now you gotta do it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok, here goes.... I'm diggin' deep here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. I hate sharing my food... well, if I don't invite you to share it that is. If I buy ice cream/treats, and I don't offer it to you, don't take any. I will GLADLY share, but don't just assume.. it ruins my whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. I have a hard time letting the phone ring. I can be sitting on the floor with 3 babies in my lap, and if the phone rings, I feel like I have to juggle babies to answer it... forget the fact that I have at least 9 other co-workers perfectly capable of answering the phone too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. I'm a picker. EWWWW, I see (or feel)  a stray hair, pimple, dirt, bump... you name it, I gotta get it. DRIVES my kids crazy, but Jody appreciates it. (whew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. I'm a blog-a-holic. I go and check out random blogs of complete strangers and read them for hours. I'm always amazed at how boring my life really is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. I need coffee in the morning. I think I'm fine, but Jody says that I end up cranky by mid day if I don't have it. Usually, I feel like I'm in a fog... AND it can be decaf or regular, I think it's just part of my routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. I can't STAND to hear people eat. If your lips smack or it's crunchy and I can hear it... it really makes me mad. Not just irritated, but MAD.  But I hate when I can hear my self chew too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok, Kate, how do you like them quirks?&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/7825478459205328216-886048005821787011?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/886048005821787011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=886048005821787011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/886048005821787011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/886048005821787011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-815143577733802410</id><published>2008-09-29T19:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:50:33.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFo-HyynHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R0_B6oOFURE/s1600-h/08+09+27+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFo-HyynHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R0_B6oOFURE/s320/08+09+27+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251594056943967346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFow2g4MII/AAAAAAAAAOc/dKPYpBpcyTI/s1600-h/08+09+27+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFow2g4MII/AAAAAAAAAOc/dKPYpBpcyTI/s320/08+09+27+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251593828967133314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFomUxmVVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hKUdK1zJXwg/s1600-h/08+09+27+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFomUxmVVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hKUdK1zJXwg/s320/08+09+27+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251593648111768914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is the 2tone blue... we can't decide what color we want. ;) I'm leaning towards the slate grey... and since we now know 2 other people with the baby blue, I think Jody will go with that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-815143577733802410?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/815143577733802410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=815143577733802410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/815143577733802410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/815143577733802410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a few pictures'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SOFo-HyynHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R0_B6oOFURE/s72-c/08+09+27+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3986072923703799451</id><published>2008-09-28T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:02:04.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An update may be in order.....</title><content type='html'>So, Last I posted was about "K". As I was trying to figure out what to do, Pam posted some great advice. Unfortunately, I was unable to follow it.. I was going to email her and just see how she was doing. I log onto myspace and her page is either 1. gone or 2. she's removed me from her friends list. So, the next time I see her, I'll see if we can't talk about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about anyone else around the country but we have some SERIOUS gas shortages out our way. It really hadn't affected us much, we don't go very far or use too much gas these days. I've been running on the same tank for the past two weeks, and thinking that I should maybe fill up before I run out of money. ANYWAY, there was a Honda Civic Wagon car meet in Atlanta yesterday. Jody's been on that group for a few months and really wanted to go and meet his "friends". We filled up the wagon yesterday morning, and were pretty sure that we would be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the meet, it was held at a lake west of Atlanta. The people were very cool, and they broke the old record for amount of cars/people at a meet (There were 8 wagons and 12 people.)  A wagon came out from Florida, and they drove the furthest. Another guy came from Nashville, TN. It was great fun. Around 6ish, Jody decided that we needed to start heading home. We had a nice 3-4 hour drive ahead of us.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We load up, and head out. There were 2 small gas stations that we passed on the way in, and one of them had lines waiting for gas on both sides of the road. Didn't think anything of it. We had a quarter tank left, that would get us out of ATL. and we would get gas on the East side. Oh yeah, we had our friend Adam's tool box in the car and we were going to get it to him. He lives in Marietta, not *quite* on the way home. So, we get on the interstate, heading towards Adam's, when the needle keeps dropping further and further. Jody starts panicking, and stressing. We get off at various exits, looking for gas stations. NO NUMBERS are up. We stop at one, there are huge lines. We figure that there is gas there. WE get in line, a short one... There are only 2 cars ahead of us in line. Why is that car not moving? TEN MINUTES later the cars in front of us leave, but the car at the pump stays.... We pull closer, and that's when we notice the yellow bags over the pump handle.... GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody decides we are going to try our luck else where... Get back on the interstate and try a few more exits. NO GAS!!! Most of the stations are deserted, with no prices even listed, bags over the handles. We are getting scared now. Adam is sending us texts trying to help, but we have driven past all the exits he's suggested. We finally pull off an exit, and see a LONG line at the QT. We drive past, see numbers, and head up the hill to get in line.I wonder if Peggy and Mom remember the night before Tansy was born and we needed to stop and eat somewhere on the way home from the hospital. Yeah, we were in *that* kind of neighborhood. We knew tempers were short, everyone wants/needs gas. We are so concerened about running out of gas, Jody cuts off the car and uses the emergency and driving brakes to cut the cost when we move.. We creep along, car length by car length,watching the cops try to direct traffic (doing a fine job until the batteries ran out in their flashlights!) and about an hour later, we arrive at the pump... *WHEW* We were expecting a note limiting the amount of gas you could purchase, but no.. We filled up and were good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam said he'd meet us where ever to get his tool box... So he hopped in his car and headed to us. It was GREAT seeing him. He hung around while we grabbed some KFC and we talked for a while. As we were saying our goodbyes outside (and across the street from the QT) we saw the tanker truck arrive.... the ironic thing? Saw 2 cars run out of gas in line right in front of the station. Man, I was feeling for them!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We got back on the road about 930ish. I'm not sure how we got home by 12:30, but we did... We stumbled into the house, Kelsea fell asleep on the couch and we've been sawing logs  until I woke up about an hour ago. It's nearly 9am and I'm feeling like the day is a wasting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pics of the meet, all those "space mobiles" in one place.. it was kinda cool, soon. Jody needs to put them on his computer first. :)  NEXT meet, my own space mobile should be there! Jody is working out a deal with a guy at the junk yard that has a 4Wheel drive one that needs a little work. THAT should be fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3986072923703799451?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3986072923703799451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3986072923703799451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3986072923703799451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3986072923703799451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-may-be-in-order.html' title='An update may be in order.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2887062617148675023</id><published>2008-09-13T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:08:18.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling torn</title><content type='html'>I so don't know what to do.. I was just cruising my myspace page... I'm freinds with some children, one of which was Jody's old roommates step daughter.(How's that for convoluted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "K" is MAYBE 13.... I think she's actually younger, but not 100% sure... ANYWAY. I notice that she has some new pictures up. I decide to go look at them. She appears to be in a very provocative pose, wearing a sports bra, and what looks like boy cut panties. The shot is from above, as if she held the camera up herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I tell? It has come to our attention that her mother isn't the most stable person. She and new hubby (old roommate) are expecting a baby anytime now. Back on the 4th of July, they take off and leave "K" playing at the neighbors (who happens to be Jody's best friend) For what ever reason, mom and stepdad come home drunk... (yes, mom being about 6.5 months preggers) and start accusing "K" of being a slut, etc. "K" tries to disagree, and mom decides that now is the time to slap "K" so hard that she slams into the wall.... "K" goes back to neighbors house, neighbor calls police, and police calls DSS. "K" is taken over to her grand parent's house until thing simmers down. Not 100% sure if "K" is living back with Mom and stepdad or just on visitation... Yes, "K"'s profile on Myspace is private, but why would she be posting those pictures... Is this now OK? Who do I tell if it's NOT ok??? I so don't want her to be hurt (and I'm pretty positive she will be) if her Mom decides to take care of the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this something that is none of my business? It takes a village, right? I'm not that close to the child anymore, maybe I'm just being nosy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2887062617148675023?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2887062617148675023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2887062617148675023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2887062617148675023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2887062617148675023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-torn.html' title='Feeling torn'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5896241330569131744</id><published>2008-09-10T18:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:43:40.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anybody...</title><content type='html'>`Have Mom's mailing address??? could you email it to me? I gotta get a card in the mail.... shhhhhhhhh don't tell her, it's a suprise!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5896241330569131744?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5896241330569131744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5896241330569131744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5896241330569131744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5896241330569131744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-anybody.html' title='Does anybody...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5458839470197974015</id><published>2008-09-08T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:51:50.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ya just hate it...</title><content type='html'>When you wanna be alllllll mad and upset, and the person you want to be mad at takes the wind outta your sails??? grrr... But then how can you be angry when they are just  being nice... I'm just silly, but I will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved, the dryer cord didn't match the plug in the new place. Since we've been having 90+ degree days, we decided that maybe we'd be better off putting up a clothes line and waiting for cooler days so that we don't put more strain on the air conditioner. The problem is that we just haven't had the spare time to put one up yet. I haven't done laundry for about 2 weeks.. I ran out of clean clothes. I had to go to the laundromat yesterday... was NOT happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home... sulked that I had to go do that, decided that I would "make" Jody bring in the clothes... He didn't take the bait, and so I "had" to do it...(perhaps if I cut out the passive/aggressive stuff, and just ASK for the help, that would solve the issue, huh?) I had decided that I would wait to fold the underwear and sox until I got home, so I had a basketful of them to deal with.... So there I was grumbling to myself about how I have to do everything... When Jody sees the basket, he told me to hand it over and he would do it..... GRRR, I couldn't be mad any more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ran out of coffee yesterday. I didn't get to make my morning cuppa today before work, sent Jody a text about being "sleepy".... He shows up to bring me money for lunch... with an iced coffee in hand... AWWWWWWWWWWW... he just does sweet things like that that just melt my heart.... Makes the women at work jealous too. It's kinda funny. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5458839470197974015?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5458839470197974015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5458839470197974015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5458839470197974015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5458839470197974015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-ya-just-hate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t ya just hate it...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8217752131899989307</id><published>2008-09-07T19:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:39:24.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Right.......</title><content type='html'>http://www.fbi.gov&lt;br /&gt;ANTI TERRORIST &amp; MONITORY CRIME DIVISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: FUND BENEFICIARY, &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ADVICE FROM THE FBI FOREIGN REMITTANCE/TELEGRAPHIC DEPT. IT HAS COME TO OUR NOTICE THAT THE H.S.B.C BANK LIVERPOOL DISTRICT DISTRICT, HAS RELEASED 49,500,000.00 U.S DOLLARS INTO YOUR ACCOUNT HERE  IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, BY ATM MEANS. THE CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA KNOWING FULLY WELL THAT THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH FACILITIES TO EFFECT THIS PAYMENT  FROM UNITED KINGDOM TO YOUR ACCOUNT, USED WHAT IS KNOWN AS A SECRET DIPLOMATIC TRANSIT PAYMENT S.T.D.P TO PAY THIS FUND THROUGH ATM ,THEY USED THIS MEANS TO COMPLETE THE PAYMENT, AND INSTEAD OF PAYING 49.5  MILLION, THEY PAID  $8,300,000.00&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE STILL, WAITING FOR CONFIRMATION FROM YOU ON THE ALREADY TRANSFERRED FUNDS WHICH WAS CONVERTED TO ATM SO THAT THEY CAN DO FINAL CREDITING TO YOUR ACCOUNT. SECRET DIPLOMATIC PAYMENTS ARE NOT MADE UNLESS THE FUNDS ARE RELATED TO TERRORIST ACTIVITIES WHY MUST YOUR PAYMENT BE MADE IN SECRET TRANSFER, IF YOUR TRANSACTION IS LEGITIMATE, IF YOU ARE NOT A TERRORIST, THEN WHY DID YOU NOT RECEIVE THE MONEY DIRECTLY INTO YOUR ACCOUNT; THIS IS A PURE CODED, MEANS OF PAYMENT? RECORDS WHICH WE HAVE HAD WITH THIS METHOD OF PAYMENT IN THE PAST HAS&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS BEEN RELATED TO TERRORIST ACTS, WE DO NOT WANT YOU TO GET INTO TROUBLE AS SOON AS THESE FUNDS REFLECT IN YOUR ACCOUNT IN THE U.S.A, SO IT IS OUR DUTY AS A WORD WIDE COMMISSION TO CORRECT THIS LITTLE PROBLEM BEFORE THIS FUND IS DELIVERED.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DUE TO THE INCREASED DIFFICULTY AND UNNECESSARY SCRUTINY BY THE AMERICAN AUTHORITIES WHEN FUNDS COME FROM OUTSIDE OF EUROPE, AND THE MIDDLE EAST, THE F.B.I BANK COMMISSION FOR EUROPE HAS STOPPED THE TRANSFER ON ITS WAY TO DELIVER PAYMENT OF $8300, 000.00 TO DEBIT YOUR RESERVE ACCOUNT AND PAY YOU THROUGH A SECURED DIPLOMATIC TRANSIT ACCOUNT (S.D.T.A).  WE  GOVERN AND OVERSEE FUNDS TRANSFER FOR THE WORLD BANK AND THE REST OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ADVICE YOU CONTACT US  IMMEDIATELY, AS THE FUNDS HAVE BEEN STOPPED AND ARE BEING HELD IN OUR OFFICE HERE, UNTIL YOU CAN BE ABLE TO PROVIDE US, (WITH THE ENCODED F.B.I ORDER FOR  TRANSFER),WE ADVICE YOU  PRESENT US WITH A DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY SEAL OF TRANSFER WITHIN 3  DAYS  FROM THE BANK WHERE THE FUNDS WHERE TRANSFERRED FROM  FOR US TO CERTIFY THAT THE FUNDS THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE FROM NIGERIA ARE ANTITERRORIST/DRUG FREE OR WE SHALL HAVE CAUSE TO  CROSS AND IMPOUND  THE NAME WE HAVE ON THE FUND AS THE RIGHTFUL BENEFICIARY IS YOUR NAME THAT IS WHY WE HAVE DECIDED TO CONTACT YOU DIRECTLY TO ACQUIRE THE PROPER VERIFICATIONS AND PROOF FROM YOU TO SHOW THAT YOU ARE THE RIGHTFUL PERSON TO RECEIVE THIS FUND, BECAUSE THE ABOVE MENTIONED AMOUNT IS A BIG AMOUNT OF MONEY, THAT IS WHY WE WANT TO MAKE SURE IS A CLEAR AND LEGAL MONEY YOU ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE BE INFORMED THAT THE FUND HAVE HIT YOUR ACCOUNT , BUT RIGHT NOW WE HAVE ASK  THE BANK NOT TO RELEASE THE FUND TO ANY BODY&lt;br /&gt;  THAT COMES TO THEM, UNLESS SO TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE TO FORWARD THE DOCUMENTS TO US IMMEDIATELY IF YOU HAVE IT WITH IN YOUR POSSESSION, IF YOU DONT HAVE IT LET US KNOW SO THAT WE WILL DIRECT AND INFORM YOU WHERE TO OBTAIN THE DOCUMENT AND SEND TO US SO THAT WE WILL ASK THE BANK HOLDING THE FUNDS THE BANK OF AMERICA TO GO AHEAD CREDITING YOUR ACCOUNT IMMEDIATELY. THIS DOCUMENTS ARE TO BE ISSUED TO YOU FROM THE PLACE WHERE THE FUND WAS TRANSFER FROM, SO GET BACK TO US IMMEDIATELY IF YOU DONT HAVE THE DOCUMENT SO THAT WE WILL INFORM YOU THE PARTICULAR PLACE AND WHAT IT WILL TAKES TO OBTAIN IT IN FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA, BECAUSE WE HAVE COME TO REALIZE THAT THE FUND IS TRANSFERRED FROM THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN FBI IDENTIFICATION RECORD AND CERTIFICATE OF OWNERSHIP OFTEN REFERRED TO AS A CRIMINAL ACT&lt;br /&gt;GUARANTEE: FUNDS WILL BE RELEASED ON CONFIRMATION OF THE DOCUMENT: DOCUMENTED PROOF OF OWNERSHIP&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;final instruction: 60f credit payment instruction: irrevocable credit guarantee&lt;br /&gt;61e beneficiary has full power when validation is cleared 62 beneficiaries bank&lt;br /&gt;in  u.s.a. , can only release funds-  62 upon confirmation from the world&lt;br /&gt;bank/united nations.  64 bearers must clear bank protocol and validation request&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Note: we have asked for the above documents to make available the most complete and up-to date records possible for the enhancement of public safety, welfare and security of society while recognizing the importance of individual privacy rights... if you fail to provide the documents to us, we will charge you with the fbi and take our proper action against you for not proofing to us the legitimate of the fund you are about to receive. The United States department of justice order 556-73 establishes rules and regulations for the subject of an FBI identification record to obtain a copy of his or her own record for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Robert S Mueller&lt;br /&gt;Director FBI Washington&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;Ok, so do I seem gullible? Is spam email just getting out of hand? I just had to chuckle, and well, wanted everyone else to laugh too.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside.... Well, I've been offered a promotion (and a raise) at work. I'll still get to work with the babies, in fact, I'm still their "teacher" (yes, i have issues with calling myself that!) but as of Thursday, I'm going to be "building director".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? An extra meeting once a week with another building director and our daycare director. The authority to handle issues that may arise within my building. The authority to talk with parents and handle their problems/concerns as needed. I'm torn about this. On the one hand, it's GREAT for my bottom line. I think communication at work is nill, and the director and owner feel that this is one way to combat that. On the other hand, it doesn't address one of the biggest issues the staff has with the director, that she is NEVER there.. and this is enabling her to continue to NOT bet there. *sigh* I want this place to succeed. I really do, but the way she goes about running this business is very shortsided, in my opinion.... But what do I know, I've only worked in daycare for 5 months. *sigh* BTW, when someone says "substantial raise" what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, by the way... I talked to Penny today. Mom, if you are reading this, you did good. She and I were both in tears over your decision. =) Happy tears. I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we are going to get some food... YUMMMM, it's a good thing, cause all I've had were some perogies and sausage..... didn't eat breakfast today... NOT smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8217752131899989307?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8217752131899989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8217752131899989307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8217752131899989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8217752131899989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-right.html' title='Yeah Right.......'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6659801292306359970</id><published>2008-09-05T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:08:12.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to let you know...</title><content type='html'>That I called up Uncle Phil's and Aunt Cuc answered. We had a nice chat. =) Anyway, it appears that the family that evacuated for Gustav has returned home to the N.O. area. We just need to keep our fingers crossed that IKE decides to peter out and NOT hit us. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6659801292306359970?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6659801292306359970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6659801292306359970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6659801292306359970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6659801292306359970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wanted-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just wanted to let you know...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-4525276236795838859</id><published>2008-09-03T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:12:07.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet... Home. ;)</title><content type='html'>So, we moved over the weekend. Well, Saturday and Sunday. We decided to celebrate Labor Day by NOT laboring. We still have stuff in the old place, but a few more runs and we should have it all done. Have to do some serious downsizing, though. *sigh* WHAT do you get rid of when everything is of "vital importance"? It's rough. Thankfully, I have a daughter that is just starting out and needs stuff. :) Now, if we can just get her to come visit and help me get rid of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we haven't had TV or the internet until today. SO, I had no idea that a hurricane hit the coast. We are gearing up for Hanna here, they think she'll be hitting our coast this weekend. Should be fun, riding out the storm in our "tin can condo". Actually, I can't wait to hear the rain falling on our metal roof. I know we are far enough inland that we'll just get rain and winds, so it should be all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle called on Sunday. She and Nick wanna come down for Thanksgiving. Yeah, it's a few months off, but I'm starting to get excited.. whoot! Anyone else wanna come on out?  The door is open. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-4525276236795838859?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/4525276236795838859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=4525276236795838859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4525276236795838859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4525276236795838859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet... Home. ;)'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2929761747473730253</id><published>2008-08-28T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:26:18.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May be my last post....</title><content type='html'>For a few days at least. Yeah, we got the trailer, and will be moving in over the course of the next few days. In fact, we unloaded our first load already. Jody broke down Kelsea's bed and the futon, the kitchen table and the recliner, loaded the car trailer up and brought it on over to the trailer.... We signed the lease agreement, and were handed the keys. (Key actually, they didn't make copies) We unloaded the trailer.. and already the house is feeling full. We are now sitting back at the duplex, waiting for domino's. We are hungry, but feeling very lazy... Guess what we'll be doing over the next few days.. that's right, MOVING!! Whoot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, the stress level has really gone down once we decided to make the move. Life is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shall I tell you about the "baby momma drama" that happened at work (before I got there, even!)?   Oh, alright, since you are begging.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a text from Jessica, my coworker while I was on my way in. It seems that MissP's mom has been upset because MissS has been "sick" and she thought it sounded like croup. MissP's mom has been reading and has found out that despite what MissS's pediatrician says, that croup is contagious. So, even though MissS doesn't HAVE croup (she had it at one time....and the ped. told mommaS that it was ok to take her to daycare), mommaP confronted mommaS and asked if she was gonna take her sick child to the  Dr. A conversation ensued. Another parent from another room walked by and heard it, and ran up to the office to tell the director what was going on. FUN TIMES.. But did the director try and stick around to tell us what we should do about the confrontation? NOOOOOOOOOO... *sigh* But I'm thinking that it should blow over by Tuesday. MissP is going to be gone tomorrow, and we are closed on Monday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama drama drama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2929761747473730253?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2929761747473730253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2929761747473730253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2929761747473730253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2929761747473730253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/may-be-my-last-post.html' title='May be my last post....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7269380300861296465</id><published>2008-08-22T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:54:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so EXCITED!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was feeling kinda homesick last night. I called my old friend Traycie.. Haven't talked to her in nearly 10 years.. yeah, that's right TEN YEARS!!!! The girl that was nearly attached to my hip for nearly 6 years of my life. Anywhoo... We lost contact several years ago, and Me being ME, didn't want to "intrude". So I let it lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't home when I called. Her husband answered the phone and we had a nice little chat. He told me he'd have her call me tomorrow (today). I waited on pins and needles for her to call.. it was silly... So, she calls me as I was driving home... at 6pm. After catching up on family news (she's has 9 sibs as well as I do!) we caught up on old news, and then.. well, 3 hours later, we had covered just about everything. Her husband got home from work, and heard her laughing, and told her she sounded like she was back in high school! TEE HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to drive to Durham tomorrow and go to a concert with Tansy.... WHOOT! I'm excited. We are going to a concert tomorrow night, and it should be fun. I get to stay at her and David's place.. yes, they have their OWN PLACE! My baby is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.. I need to hit the sack!&lt;br /&gt;mok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7269380300861296465?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7269380300861296465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7269380300861296465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7269380300861296465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7269380300861296465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so EXCITED!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6317096472148740331</id><published>2008-08-20T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:36:05.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's Wendsday. I can't believe I can't spell Wendsday, and that spell checker can't either! But I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit worried about going into work today. I've been having issues with M there, especially since Lil' RS hasn't been back. I'm hoping that Mom just had a few days off and will be back today. Crossing my fingers. There are just so many other issues going on, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fills MissP's bottles up with water first thing in the morning. MissP's mom brings bottled water (from target, but still).... the bottles start to leak after awhile. Always have. So, it makes a mess on the top shelf, and wastes the water. I've pointed this out to her, but she keeps on doing it. grrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll "borrow" or "share" the baby food from one baby to another. (HUGE NO NO according to DSS). She'll be making up cereal for one kid, and decide that she should share the wealth. We ended up giving MissP (and SB) fruit that they hadn't been given before, because *I* didn't realize that she was mixing this stuff up like that. The sad thing is, I'm the one that has to explain this to the parents. NOT GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I talked to the bosslady about it yesterday. I've been told that M wont be in the baby room any more. OH yeah... On Friday, when A (the new chick) was supposed to be covering my room M pretty much told her that  SHE (M) would take care of the babies. Now A knew she was supposed to be in my room, but when someone with more "seniority" tells you something, you don't "question". I was told by one of the parents that all M did when they picked up their baby was complain that she couldn't wait for me to get back, cause taking care of the babies was "WAY TOO HARD"... HUH????? She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chose&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be in that room, INSISTED on being in that room. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I need to close this, must get ready for work. *sigh* I'll let y'all know the fallout from all this later on. :) BTW, say some prayers/send positive energy/cross your fingers. Jody and I are trying to get into a place that's MUCH closer to my work (ummm 5 miles MAX vs. 35.5 miles) and MUCH cheaper (around 300 a month less!) so we need all the "help" we can get. I figure we'll be saving roughly 450-500 a month if we get this place (yeah, yeah, it's a trailer, in a park, but man, I'm NOT complaining!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6317096472148740331?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6317096472148740331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6317096472148740331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6317096472148740331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6317096472148740331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-6107268781829062681</id><published>2008-08-15T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:34:07.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More complaining.... just call me eeyore!</title><content type='html'>Where to begin? &lt;br /&gt;I took today off. I needed the break, to tell you the truth. Jody's daughter was supposed to come out to visit this weekend, but her plans got changed, and she ended up moving to her apartment today instead. Totally bummed, to tell you the truth. I should have gone in to work, but I really needed to get to the bank and close out Danielle's bank account. The nearest branch? Well, about 60 miles from my house. Hours Open? 9am to 530pm. What hours do I work? 9am to 6pm. Yeah, getting that little bit of work done wasn't gonna happen anytime soon! So, Jody and I decided that since I had already requested the day off, I'd stay "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I took the drive to Charleston today. It was cool. We were able to close out the account, and then we headed for the waterfront. Parked the car, walked a bit, went to Bubba Gumps for lunch (shrimp po'boy... YUMMMM) and then walked around the waterfront for a bit.... It started to rain, gently, and we kept on walking. It was pretty darn cool. He showed me where the Lt. Gov. of SC lives when he's in Charleston. Jody has worked on his alarm and camera systems and stuff. He says he's pretty cool.... (yeah, that was some MAJOR name dropping. *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving home when I got a text from my friend at work. *sigh* One of the momma's called to complain. We have a new baby lil'RS, he's only 2 months old, and started with us on Tuesday. Lil'RS's momma came to pick him up, only to find his on the floor SCREAMING, bottle by his side. M was at the half door looking into the other room when Mom walked in. M told mom that Lil'RS REFUSED his bottle... then went back to ignoring mom!!!! OMG!!!!!  So, needless to say that was some drama. grr.. you don't treat my babies that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so, not too much complaining, I hope. Be prepared for Sunday, you may get an earful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-6107268781829062681?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/6107268781829062681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=6107268781829062681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6107268781829062681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/6107268781829062681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-complaining-just-call-me-eeyore.html' title='More complaining.... just call me eeyore!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-993028207645192167</id><published>2008-08-10T17:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:48:05.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIELLE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9h-2VF3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GlR2Yeu__CA/s1600-h/08+08+10+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9h-2VF3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GlR2Yeu__CA/s320/08+08+10+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233009024391569154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 16 years ago, I was in Klamath Falls, OR. giving birth to my 3rd baby. 16 years ago today, I was lying on the gurney being wheeled from the labor room into the delivery room. 16 years ago today, the midwife thought that the lady that was hitting 10 while I was still at 7 would have her baby first. 16 years ago, today, Danielle made her appearance in the doorway of the delivery room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought that my sweet baby girl would actually grow up into such a beautiful young lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9f7KKNPYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RyBDgfawmOw/s1600-h/08+08+10+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9f7KKNPYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RyBDgfawmOw/s320/08+08+10+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233006761971891586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody and I made a run up to Concord and took my baby girl out for lunch. She showed off her early birthday present from her boyfriend, Nicolas. A lovely promise ring.. yeah I know... I'm not sure I was ready for THAT either. Anyway, it was a lovely day, she is off to see a concert tonight (my present to her) and was very happy to see us. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9fUai7t5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gydzVLXOs0c/s1600-h/08+08+10+001_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9fUai7t5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gydzVLXOs0c/s320/08+08+10+001_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233006096355669906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-993028207645192167?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/993028207645192167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=993028207645192167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/993028207645192167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/993028207645192167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-danielle.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIELLE!!!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJ9h-2VF3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GlR2Yeu__CA/s72-c/08+08+10+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1873985745315199217</id><published>2008-08-05T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:24:27.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just catchin' up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJj8-YtALyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GcESr-toqkI/s1600-h/08+08+05+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJj8-YtALyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GcESr-toqkI/s320/08+08+05+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231209115904126754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Pam asked for a picture of my Rockin' hair... I'm thinking about growing it out, but for now.. here it is.. No muss, no fuss. Lucky me, Jody likes short hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not much going on in our lives right now. Just work, work work. We had a tummy virus going around the daycare last week, and that was rough!!! Usually, if a child is sick, they are sent home. HOWEVER.... J.'s mommy works with me, and since one of the teachers was out on vacation (out of state, unreachable!) mommy had to go to work, so therefore J had to come into daycare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooo emotionally difficult to try to wipe his bottom after his messy diapers. He would SCREAM in pain, and his little bottom was raw. I came home every night just sooooooooooooooooooo drained. It was rough. I actually wanted to stop working and not come back until the babies were all better.... This week has been better, no sick babies! In fact, for the past 2 days, I've only had 3 babies to tend, and tomorrow, I think MissP will be back... fun fun fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get some touch ups done on 2 of my tattoos. Jamie needed some work on his car done, so he and Jody worked on it today. Yeah, they were working in 100+ weather, under a canopy, with a fan blowing, but it was rough. Jody loaded up a cooler with ice and powerade, and they were good to go. Got home from work, ate dinner and got some ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJj6pG5LhTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SgRPUQ0HwZo/s1600-h/08+08+05+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJj6pG5LhTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SgRPUQ0HwZo/s320/08+08+05+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231206551322854706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody got some more work done on his "family arm" he colored in the stars for his siblings in their favorite colors. I'll post that picture later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla, Jody's oldest, is going to be visiting in a few weeks. I actually get to have that Friday off. I'm sooooooooooo very excited. We are going to be hitting Charleston, and then perhaps Myrtle Beach. I'll post pics after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not much else going on here. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1873985745315199217?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1873985745315199217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1873985745315199217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1873985745315199217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1873985745315199217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-catchin-up.html' title='Just catchin&apos; up...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SJj8-YtALyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GcESr-toqkI/s72-c/08+08+05+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-690889492196642911</id><published>2008-07-28T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:01:58.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is nothing sacred?</title><content type='html'>I am shocked. I have been to this congregation on several occasions, slept in the sanctuary. I took being safe for granted. I can only imagine how the members feel in this moment. All I can do is send out prayers and healing energy to my friends, "my kids". Please do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tjd.uua.org/"&gt;Shooting at church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvuuc.org/"&gt;TVUUC Website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-690889492196642911?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/690889492196642911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=690889492196642911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/690889492196642911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/690889492196642911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-nothing-sacred.html' title='Is nothing sacred?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5465475394242101672</id><published>2008-07-27T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:39:04.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JILL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appologize for swearing in your ear the other day... Thanks for being understanding about it, though. I usually try really hard to respect boundaries and what is and isn't  OK to say around my loved ones. I'll be sure to do the hands free mode from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, when are you going to start posting on YOUR blog? I know you are busy moving and stuff, but it would be cool if you started blogging too, and this is MUCH easier than myspace, AND everyone can read it! =) Love you Jill-burg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5465475394242101672?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5465475394242101672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5465475394242101672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5465475394242101672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5465475394242101672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/jill.html' title='JILL!!!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8613078867983028661</id><published>2008-07-27T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:35:08.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRR.....</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I had started writing a post, and in another window, i was checking out a website.... In the process of checking that website out, Firefox (my browser) decided to stop responding. SO, I ended up LOSING my post. It was a LONG, rambling thing, mainly an ego stroke, cause who really wants to hear about: rent woes, water filters, babies with separation anxiety and bluegrass festivals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a nutshell, we are doing ok, plugging away, wishing we had less rent to pay. Begging for a roommate. Patting myself on the back because the babies LOVE me. All in all, a VERY boring life, and a wee bit of complaining. Probably better that it DIDN'T post, maybe the universe is telling me something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go and get my hair cut yesterday. I sat down in the chair, and the girl asked me how I wanted it. I told her it needed to be cleaned up. After 3 DISASTERS, I really needed someone who at least seemed competent. Well, things are evened up, and not looking sooo bad. *whew* I miss my "longer" hair, but the short is good, no muss, no fuss, get out the door in the morning type of thing. I also decided to get away from the highlights that were in it. They worked GREAT with the bob, but not so much with the shorter 'do. I found a really awesome red, and went home and colored my hair. It's ummmmmmmm, BRIGHT. But I think I'm rockin' it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else... Anyone wanna come live in BEAUTIFUL Elgin???? We have a nice sized room and your own bathroom (you'd only have to share it with ummmmm, guests and umm, when I don't feel like walking to my bathroom... ) We're pretty easy going, and would LOVE to have you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8613078867983028661?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8613078867983028661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8613078867983028661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8613078867983028661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8613078867983028661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/grrrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRRR.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7868426462100713158</id><published>2008-07-22T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:08:51.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SIZnTRIT47I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dKThLDZKI/s1600-h/08+07+20+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SIZnTRIT47I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dKThLDZKI/s320/08+07+20+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225977998323475378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Danielle inherited Dad's eyebrows. So, this is her after me torturing her. :) isn't she pretty????  Danielle and I had fun. :) I really enjoy spending time with her. Dinner with the friends was fun, they all have younger kids, I think the OLDEST one may be 8... But it was fun none-the-less. Dylan REALLY likes Danielle, he starts Kindergarten this fall... He's a cutie, but I think she may start getting annoyed with him if we aren't careful. You know how it is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from Jody on the way home.. he was getting ready to put dinner in the oven... Chicken Enchiladas!  YUMMMMMM!!!  Just another hour or so... so yippie oh joy oh bliss. Last night, he made corned beef and cabbage! He's a good "house boy" lol! Oh, Have I mentioned that I'm no longer vegetarian? Long story, but I now eat meat.. yum yum yum. :) (enzyme pills for about a month every time I had any meat, but other than that, no real side effects *whew*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are freezing and therefore not allowing me to type very well.. I guess I'll close this. It's good to know that our air conditioner works, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7868426462100713158?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7868426462100713158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7868426462100713158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7868426462100713158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7868426462100713158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-update.html' title='Just an update...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/SIZnTRIT47I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dKThLDZKI/s72-c/08+07+20+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1260965526414476346</id><published>2008-07-19T15:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:44:27.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Sadist!</title><content type='html'>So, Danielle is spending the weekend with me. =) She got to go to Myrtle Beach yesterday with Jody, and today was our girl time. It was time for me to go and tame my eyebrows so I asked her if she wanted to go with. HE HEH HEH. She says NEVER AGAIN!!!! says that I'm a sadist to put her through that. BUT she looks soooooooo much better.. I'll post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to go out for dinner with a group of friends. Can't WAIT!!! how very fun. A whole group of car junkies having dinner together. I hope Danielle has fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. pictures later... &lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1260965526414476346?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1260965526414476346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1260965526414476346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1260965526414476346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1260965526414476346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sadist.html' title='I&apos;m a Sadist!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5605163515691877569</id><published>2008-07-17T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:18:25.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to break my arm patting myself on the back....</title><content type='html'>But I drove to LCC today, to see if they would have me back.... HA! I barely had time to get out of the car when the bosslady came up to me and asked me to PLEASE tell her why I was there and to PLEASE make it be good news. Needless to say, I start back over there tomorrow. I'm going to get a raise, not sure how much of one, but as the bosslady's bosslady said, times are tough, they are going to do what they can and when things pick up, another raise. WHOOT. ON top of that.. they fired the trouble maker!!!! YES!!! Things are looking up! =)&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I could go see "my babies" and Ms.J was walking out, and she just smiled and said "I love you, and thanks for coming back". She had called me last night to tell me about what was going on. Begging me to come back. I didn't know that I had made such a difference. Really. I'm kicking myself about not being more... well, more involved, I guess. &lt;br /&gt; I did kinda hurt myself cause I didn't wanna leave the other place short handed today. SO, I went in and worked a full day (when I could have started right back up at LCC!) and only when I officially turned in my resignation letter (I had already talked to the director this morning) did she decide to remind me that I'll only be making 5.15 an hour for the past four days!!! GRRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;I know, I did sign the contract, and I agreed to it, but dang it, 3 days at that would have been "ok" (not really, but still!) but to know that was going to happen and not remind me, well, that took balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissP's mom showed up ath the other daycare today, to tell them that she wasn't gonna be placing MissP with them, and the director was kinda huffy with her... BUT she took it in stride, and said that she just wanted to see about them holding onto the paperwork she had already filled out "just in case".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to get off of here. Danielle is spending time with us!! Jody is going to the beach to pass out business cards and called to see if she wanted to go with... So, I got her until Sunday!!! Mommy is happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5605163515691877569?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5605163515691877569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5605163515691877569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5605163515691877569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5605163515691877569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-to-break-my-arm-patting-myself-on.html' title='Not to break my arm patting myself on the back....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3983802236193577485</id><published>2008-07-16T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:58:28.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me..... CRAZY!!!!</title><content type='html'>So... I've been at the new job for 3 days. I HATE IT! For now, I work in the baby room full time. The head teacher is on vacation, so I'm helping out. The old biddy that is in there is driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissL is older (I'd day around 60ish...) (****Yes, Mom, I KNOW it's not really old!!!) but she comes in, changes diapers, fixes a few bottles, slams the babies into their cribs/swings/exersaucers and sits on her butt and then yells at the babies to shut up. The kicker... The director and the owner are well aware of what's going on, and they are just waiting for her to retire. I thought I could hold my tongue and just wait it out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker.. the only way to get MissL to do anything is to be rude/mean to her. To practically tell her to get off her butt and do something. Now, there are younger girls that work there, that will mouth off to her, tell her very rudely i might say, to get off her butt..... I'm sorry, my Momma raised me better!!!! I WILL NOT STOOP TO THEIR LEVEL!!! Apparently, since the director is aware, she's not willing to do anything to change the issue.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example of why I'm pulling my hair out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's TinyT who happens to be a 2 year old in the infant room. I'm not sure of all her medical issues, but I know she had a feeding tube for SEVERAL months, if not for the first year, of her life. She is just now learning to walk, and doing quite well at it, thankyouverymuch. She is TINY, just barely 15 pounds (yes, she is 2!!), and wont eat very well..... TinyT's mom drops her off right around 630 in the morning. We try to feed her "lunch" around 1045 or 1100. My first 2 days I made the mistake of trying to feed her, instead of letting her pick up her food for herself off of her try. So, today, I put her peas and peaches on her tray and let her have at it. MissL told me NOT to let her feed herself, cause she'd just make a mess... Well, no mess, one pea on the floor, and her hands needed washed... BUT she ATE her food!!... Now, I get her washed up and let her play. MissL decides that since she's been there since 630 in the morning, TinyT needs to take a nap. The thing is, TinyT isn't sleepy, yet... But MissL puts her in her crib anyway, and sets her chair next to the crib... SO, even though TinyT isn't crying in her crib, she has to hang out in there with no toys, and MissL telling her to go to sleep....  NOW. I couldn't pull her out of the crib without looking EXTREMELY disrespectful, because, like I said, she had parked her chair right there in front of the crib. So, TinyT was in her crib for nearly 2 hours before falling asleep.  What was I supposed to do? GRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop in to the old job site, and pick up my check. The bosslady asked me when I was coming back.I'm soooooooooo tempted. Supposedly,the b**** that works with the 2yr olds is going to get fired, and she was my main problem. I had big issues with the way she treated them... and I felt that nothing was getting done to get a handle on it..... Also, I got to go see "my babies" for a few moments. I hated leaving them. LittleR was sitting on the floor crying when I walked in, she saw me, still crying but smiled a little and reached her arms out to me..... LittleR NEVER reached out to me before.... She had just started reaching for mom and dad the week before I left.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm torn.. I torn as to what the right choice is. I think a few phone calls are in order. I'll be calling the bosslady and see just how badly she wants me back, if she's willing to put her money where her mouth is. =) NO, it's not ALL about the money, but if I'm driving over 70miles a day, well, money is VERY important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. well, I'm going to bed.... thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3983802236193577485?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3983802236193577485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3983802236193577485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3983802236193577485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3983802236193577485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me..... CRAZY!!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-4385219247882042774</id><published>2008-07-14T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:20:47.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliefnet......</title><content type='html'>Just a little something I do from time to time to "check" myself. The last time I did it, I scored 100% UU, and about 98% Neo-Pagan. Imagine that. Have any of you tried this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Neo-Pagan  (100%)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Unitarian Universalism (98%)&lt;br /&gt;3.  New Age (96%)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Liberal Quakers (90%)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Secular Humanism (87%)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mahayana Buddhism (81%)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Theravada Buddhism (76%)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (75%)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Taoism (64%)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Reform Judaism (63%)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Jainism (59%)&lt;br /&gt;12.  New Thought (59%)&lt;br /&gt;13.  Scientology (57%)&lt;br /&gt;14.  Orthodox Quaker (55%)&lt;br /&gt;15.  Nontheist (52%)&lt;br /&gt;16.  Sikhism (52%)&lt;br /&gt;17.  Hinduism (48%)&lt;br /&gt;18.  Bahá'í Faith (41%)&lt;br /&gt;19.  Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (40%)&lt;br /&gt;20.  Orthodox Judaism (34%)&lt;br /&gt;21.  Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (28%)&lt;br /&gt;22.  Seventh Day Adventist (25%)&lt;br /&gt;23.  Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (24%)&lt;br /&gt;24.  Islam (24%)&lt;br /&gt;25.  Eastern Orthodox (19%)&lt;br /&gt;26.  Roman Catholic (19%)&lt;br /&gt;27.  Jehovah's Witness (17%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should check it out... http://www.beliefnet.com/story/76/story_7665_1.html (how do you guys imbed the code????) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is the first day of my new job! Whoot!!! I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-4385219247882042774?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/4385219247882042774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=4385219247882042774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4385219247882042774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4385219247882042774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/beliefnet.html' title='Beliefnet......'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-4063546571220561449</id><published>2008-07-12T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:24:31.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being productive =)</title><content type='html'>So, when I got married the first time, Kevin's uncle made me a recipe box, and his Tata Yvette took the time to write out all of her favorite recipes for me. Tansy asked me one day if she could have the box. Well, I decided to type out the recipes for myself, and let Tansy have the original hand written cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started typing out the recipes. I had printed some of them out, and went on with my day. I was JUST sitting down watching TV, and looked over at *THIS recipe card... and started laughing and laughing!!! Can any one tell me *WHY* I'd be laughing???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for: Crab Delight Dip&lt;br /&gt;From the Kitchen of: Yvette Newby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 1 Can Cream of Mushroom Soup 1 envelope unflavored          gelatin&lt;br /&gt;  3 TBS. COLD water  ¾ cup mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;                 8 oz pkg. cream cheese  1Cup finely chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;                 Dash celery seed  1 7oz can crap meat&lt;br /&gt;                  1 small onion, grated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm soup VERY slowly. Dissolve gelatin in water. Add to soup. Add remaining ingredients. Rinse “jello-mold” in cold water before adding soup mixture. Chill over night.&lt;br /&gt;  *VERY GOOD DIP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It's VERY GOOD DIP, at least according to Yvette, but I don't think I'll be making it the way I typed it up...... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-4063546571220561449?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/4063546571220561449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=4063546571220561449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4063546571220561449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/4063546571220561449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-productive.html' title='Being productive =)'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1169722175567861242</id><published>2008-07-10T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:06:03.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you do it?</title><content type='html'>So, it's hitting me that tomorrow is my last day at LCC. It's breaking my heart! How do  teachers that form attachments to their kids let them go at the end of the school year?  Silly of me, isn't it? I just keep wishing that things didn't have to go this way. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So, I ALMOST jumped across the half-door and beat a person up today. Heres' the situation..... The "girl" that works with our two year olds is only 19, has a BAD attitude and was just told the other evening that she wasn't going to be lead teacher (THANK GOODNESS!!!) She's ALWAYS yelling at the kids, that is when she isnt' ignoring them and texting or talking on her phone.. but I digress. They (the "toddler" class and twos) have combined for nap time. Usually, the two's would go down for naps around 1130 or 12.... Well, now they have to start laying down around 11. grr... So, here are these kids that aren't used to laying down that early being forced to lay down then.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet little boy, Mr.C was laying on his pad, on top of his blanket, on his back. He wasn't talking, or really moving... just rubbing his stuffed animal, and not falling asleep fast enough.. So, the "girl" finally gets off her cell, walks over to  Mr.C pulls his blanket out from under him so fast that it lifted him in the air, twirled him, and he landed on his FACE! She then drapes the blanket over him, tells him to "shut up" and walks over to her next victim.( ok, Mr.C didn't get hurt badly, I think it mainly scared him, but NO blood.... ) All the while, doing this while I'm holding a baby in my arms and chatting with the other 2 teachers in that room, who are trying to gently pat 2 other childrens backs so they can fall asleep. They had their backs to her, so they didn't see what happened. I'm soooo mad, I could spit! I'm just holding my tongue with her until tomorrow, so she can't do any damage to my car! Oh AND they make the kids lay down until 2PM!!! THREE hours for a nap???? Are you kidding me????? The culture in that place is, "if it's not your room, don't worry about it." grrrr... Makes me SO mad! I'm so glad that so far, none of my nieces or nephews has to be in daycare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when my bosslady poked her head in my room this afternoon, I gave her an ear full. I hate to leave them short handed, but gah! I can't stand it any more! I've talked with the bosslady, the former teacher of the twos has talked with the bosslady, and other employee's have spoken with her. NOTHING has happened. SO, I couldn't be anywhere around that dysfunction anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the rant, but I HAD to get it off my chest...... Hopefully, there wont be too many more of these in the future....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1169722175567861242?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1169722175567861242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1169722175567861242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1169722175567861242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1169722175567861242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-do-it.html' title='How do you do it?'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8422667325057955352</id><published>2008-07-09T18:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:57:20.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been great!!!</title><content type='html'>Penny and I have been talking quite a bit lately. We usually just end up shooting the breeze, but that is something I've missed since we lost Dad. Remember those several hours long phone calls with him? Yeah, me too.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during our last conversation, I get a beep on my phone and it's one of my kids calling. They NEVER call. So, Penny and I quickly hang up and I answer it... Danielle. Ahhh.. she's so sweet. =) anyway, she wanted to remind me that her birthday was in a little over a month and she knew EXACTLY what she wants. Tickets to Good Charlotte/ Boys Like Girls/ MetroStation. They are actually playing ON her birthday. AND she'd like 2 please. :) So, Jody and I need to get on it and order them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody has been working hard on his Civic Wagon. He added CRUISE CONTROL today.. It amazes me the things he can do. =) He talked with a guy on Sunday about a sorta/kinda partnership. They've got a few things lined up for camera work. Pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on here. Things are pretty slow. I THINK that's a good thing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8422667325057955352?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8422667325057955352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8422667325057955352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8422667325057955352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8422667325057955352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-great.html' title='It&apos;s been great!!!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-1526191915763665259</id><published>2008-07-05T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:52:14.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>So, I hope everyone had a GREAT 4th! We had plans that kinda fell through in the end, but that's ok. Jody and I spent the day just going places. We put up blinds and made our room DARK so we slept in until 11ish (yeah, yeah, I know....) Lunch at Olive Garden (Soup, Salad and bread sticks---YUMMMMMM!) and then checking out Manifest records, walking the Mall, going to Sam's for groceries. Had a big storm blow through last night, so we didn't see any fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we were going to hit the junkyard to look for parts.... OOPS, for some reason, they were closed today. Went to Sesquicentennial Park and went walking the trails (that's a first for us, and hopefully not a last!)then walking some stores to get dog food, and out to lunch. It's been a FUN few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody picked up an interesting bit of software. It's called iTune Tools. With it, you are able to sync your iPod with any iTunes, with out LOSING your existing stuff.... AWESOME!!! So, I've been ripping my CD's like crazy, and have managed to fill his 4gig iPod nearly full, and I don't even have all my CD's in here.. OH dilemma! :) Just thought I'd pass on that useful tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's time to start some laundry... isn't it GREAT being a responsible adult?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-1526191915763665259?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/1526191915763665259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=1526191915763665259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1526191915763665259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/1526191915763665259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-2807342809227018781</id><published>2008-06-30T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:45:02.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the hardest things....</title><content type='html'>I've ever had to do, I did today. Well, career wise, that is. IF you can call daycare a career. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my notice today. I LOVE my babies, but I really am afraid that I'm gonna drive into work one day and find out that the daycare is no more. I gotta do what I gotta do, right? The rumor mill at work has it that the boss lady is afraid that all the babies are gonna leave when I do. That's quite a compliment right there. I was offered "more" money, but frankly, I can't see that really being in the budget. Sigh....  So, I start my new job on the 14th, I HAD to give 2 weeks notice, that's only fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend. Went out and looked at a few junkyards, took a look at my "new" car, and then out to visit a friend of Jody's for the afternoon. Sunday was pretty much hanging out and being lazy. AHHHHHHHHHh sweet togetherness!  Jody's busy looking for a job, but we'd be willing to move.  =)  any sure bet jobs out there?  =)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-2807342809227018781?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/2807342809227018781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=2807342809227018781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2807342809227018781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/2807342809227018781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-hardest-things.html' title='One of the hardest things....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-949634214818504451</id><published>2008-06-29T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:44:19.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does any one else....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;hit the "next blog" button and read complete stranger's blogs? Just curious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, as I was perusing a stranger's blog, they had a cool "game" that I think would be fun to do, so, I'm stealing it, and am hoping that y'all'll do the same =) (run on sentence much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here are the directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let's have some.... FUN!!!!&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/7825478459205328216-949634214818504451?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/949634214818504451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=949634214818504451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/949634214818504451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/949634214818504451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/does-any-one-else.html' title='Does any one else....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-7391390922736724731</id><published>2008-06-27T20:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:41:04.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little good news, a little bad news.....</title><content type='html'>Which would you like first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I've got another job offer. Yes, it's at another daycare, but they are willing to start me at a little higher pay (not a whole lot!) and the ability to move on up. I'm gonna miss my babies, though! I *think* MissP is gonna follow me, if possible. She's the one I will miss the mostest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news.... ugg. Jody's boss let him go today. He's been acting "weird" for about a month now, and in the past week it's been even worse. We were feeling like he wanted Jody to quit, but he wasn't gonna.... SO, today, he was let go. The scary part is that we are renting our duplex from his former boss... but I guess he's being a decent guy, gonna carry his health insurance until Oct. and rent's not gonna change, and he'll call him when he needs help with a camera install.... So, again, money is gonna be tight, but we will survive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late, nearly 9pm, and we haven't eaten yet.. SO, I better go drag something out.... I'm starving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-7391390922736724731?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/7391390922736724731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=7391390922736724731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7391390922736724731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/7391390922736724731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-good-news-little-bad-news.html' title='A little good news, a little bad news.....'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-8055683018000549736</id><published>2008-06-25T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:39:17.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hab ab colb!</title><content type='html'>Tee Hee. Dont'cha just LOVE summer colds? I'm drugging up with mucinex and sudafed. Hoping that it doesn't settle in my chest. I think BabyS gave it to me. That poor thing is so sickly. She's ALWAYS sick. She went home very cranky Thursday, had a Dr.'s appt, and come to find out she has an ear infection. She's gone Friday and Monday, and comes back yesterday. BabyS was blowing snot bubbles outta her nose all day long. She came back today, still congested, but at least no bubbles today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grew a pair yesterday. =) Things are kinda stressful at the daycare. We've pretty much lost confidence in our manager, we ask for things, are told that she'll take care of it, and 3 months later, we are forced to call the owner.... Let me back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our facility has 2 separate buildings. There's the "baby building" (where I work) that has carpeted floors, and "up the hill" or the office building. NO carpet in that one. So, ever since I started working there, our vacuum has had issues. Mainly, it needed a new bag probably 6 months ago. It got to a point about 2 weeks ago that the vacuum was parked in a corner, and we were sweeping the floors. (how freaking white-trash is that???) We've been asking for as long as I've been there for bags, and well, she's gonna get it, blah blah blah..... first we only asked once or twice a month, then weekly, then nearly every day.... no bag. So keep this story in mind as I relay our other issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I signed my contract, I was supposed to have a review and a raise after 90 days.  My 90 days were up last pay period. Obviously, I didn't have my review and no raise. SO, I went and talked to the bosslady, and gently reminded her that I was due for my review. She wrote herself a note and said she'd take care of it. In being a gossip at work, found out from 2 other co-workers who have been there for for 6 months, that they hadn't had THEIR reviews either! grrr.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after I was "stuck" with the toddlers. Usually not a big deal, but one of those children is a biter. *sigh* To top it off, I'm fighting off a monster cold.oH, and the bosslady, according to the person who was covering her, and not taking care of the toddlers, went home to take a NAP!!! NOT the best day. So, I'm walking out to my car with my dirt icky feet (Jody calls them "arkansas wal-mart feet), thinking about how I'm not feeling valued as an employee, just feeling utterly frustrated, I called the bosslady's bosslady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosslady's bosslady listened to me, told me that she was glad that *someone* decided to say something to her, and told me that she would get the bags in the morning, and see what she could do about the other things.... I had a hard night trying to sleep, very worried that this would turn around an bite me in the butt. On the up side, we got vacuum cleaner bags today!!! ahhhh no more big chunks of dirt on the floor. =) I'm happy about that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I'm gonna close, I'm tired, sleepy, eyeballs bulging, head ache, sniffles.... I need to wash the spitup and dirt off and wait for Jody to get home. He had to drive to Myrtle Beach today.... lucky him.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-8055683018000549736?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/8055683018000549736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=8055683018000549736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8055683018000549736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/8055683018000549736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hab-ab-colb.html' title='I hab ab colb!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5702393980300115933</id><published>2008-06-23T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:22:45.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Things I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain.&lt;br /&gt;MissP's smile.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters!!!! &lt;br /&gt;My kids. =) (even when they break my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my brothers too.&lt;br /&gt;A roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured with all my complaining, it was time to say something positive. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5702393980300115933?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5702393980300115933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5702393980300115933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5702393980300115933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5702393980300115933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-5938207933406296381</id><published>2008-06-22T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:22:33.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so now that I'm NOT sitting around feeling sorry for myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around all day today and the only thing that got accomplished was a few naps, a load of dishes and a few loads of laundry. BUT we did it together. =) amazing how that makes a difference in the loneliness factor, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the drag strip last night. Jody wanted to put our friend Adam's car to the test. He and Adam built the motor (honda v-tech) and put turbo/boost on it. The track is a 1/8th mile, and he got the time down to 9.5. He was having difficulty gettting the front tires to grab, so hopefully with different tires, it'll go faster. :) AND he raced against his friends Mustang.... and kicked butt all night long... GO HONDA!!! lol, giggle..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of the "married friends" showed up, and I got to hang with some cool women! Ginger dropped the hubby and kids, lost the car seats and put on her helmet as soon as they got through the gates. I'm not sure how many trips down the track she took, but she's a pretty good driver. :) We joked about putting the hybrid on the track for the giggle factor... maybe one day. Before it goes back to sit in the driveway in Concord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, I so get how much fun you had. Jody was saying that it was too bad that you didn't live closer so that he and Chad could race. :) Our door is open, little sister. :) We'll even make sure the place is child proof for my adorable nephews. The offer is extended to ALL my family, by the way. :) (just give me enough notice to make sure the beds get made and floor vacuumed, at least!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll sign this... a much happier gwen marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-5938207933406296381?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/5938207933406296381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=5938207933406296381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5938207933406296381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/5938207933406296381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-3331156403170356375</id><published>2008-06-21T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:19:19.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the weekends!</title><content type='html'>You know, Friday rolls around, and I can't wait for my weekend to start. Nothing to do but be lazy, hang out and enjoy myself, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. Saturday always comes crashing around me. No plans, Jody heads off to the junk yard for hours, and I'm home... alone. Yeah, I suppose I should clean up around here, cause if I don't then it wont get done. I could call my kids... Oh wait!!! only one wants to talk to me, and that's only if I want to come get her and do something totally fun, like go to the beach. Don't get me wrong, I don't want Jody to stop going to the junkyard, it's what he's done for years! I've had FUN going with him in the past, but to tell you the truth, if it's hotter than 75 degrees, standing around in the sandy-ish soil, looking as cars isn't really my idea of fun. So, since I have no friends, no family, no life, I sit around feeling sorry for myself. Looks like the vicious cycle is going to begin all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not up to someone else to make me happy. I just am b*tchslapped every weekend with the realization of how much I gave up to be happy. And then, sometimes, I wonder if I am happy. Yeah, when Jody and I are having a conversation, or even just hanging and holding hands, I'm happy. When I'm playing with the babies in my room, I'm happy. It's when I'm alone, when the house is quiet, when I see the closed bedroom doors that used to belong to my children, then I'm not. When I sit alone for hours and hours because I don't know if we are going to have plans for the rest of the day, when I have no idea if there is anything to do in the area, and I'm not 100%  sure how to find out, when I'm afraid to start a friendship, because there is the definite possibility that we may move, and soon... well, then the water works start, and I can't seem to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up so much for this relationship. My son hates.. HATES me, my oldest's fiance seems to be doing everything in his power to sour my relationship with her, and my youngest loves me, but if I don't fit into her schedule then I'm quickly forgotten. My mother and I had just barely come to an understanding and dare I say a mutual respect, and then I had to go and blow that by being honest. I'm not sure that we'll ever get back on track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I could go for a drive, clear my thoughts, find a park and chill, get home and be ok. Well, the moment I get in my car all I can think is, If I drive NOW, that means I'll have to put gas in sooner, how many trips to work would this pay for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so in the middle of my crying, the door opens, and in walks Jody. He tries to comfort me, and he apologizes for making me cry. It's so hard to explain to him that I'm just lonely, and I in NO WAY, SHAPE or FORM expect him to fulfill all my needs. that's not fair, it's not right. It's just..... lonely out here in the boondocks. But he did say something about sending me out to see my sisters one weekend, considering the fact that the VA job isn't even close to being a possibility. Hummm.. wheels are turning... Yes, I'm feeling a wee bit better, but if anyone has any suggestions on how to find stuff to do... I'm all eyes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-3331156403170356375?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/3331156403170356375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=3331156403170356375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3331156403170356375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/3331156403170356375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-weekends.html' title='I hate the weekends!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-822953226390182041</id><published>2008-06-21T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:51:52.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cruisin'...</title><content type='html'>I went to check out my younger sisters' blogs, and wadda ya know, one of them is subscribed to my blog! I really hadn't made it known that I had a blog on here, it was done on a whim.  I have always thought that unless you have kids, or a very interesting job, or a busy social life, what do you have to talk about really? Hummm.... well, not much, but I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, work work work. I get out of the house at 8am and don't get home until roughly 7pm. I'm wiped out by the time I get home. I would love to get to know more people, I am a people person, but never really go anywhere/do anything to make that happen. Not too interested in the church here, went once, I guess I should give it a try again... We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mommy at the daycare, one of my baby's mommies, that I think I would really love to hang out with. She was mentioning that she was moving this weekend and didn't know what to do with "MissP". I kinda said, well, you can call me and I'll watch her! Gave her my number and kinda hoped for a call.. *sigh* no call. Also, One of my co-workers mentioned something about hanging some weekend. She felt the need to say that she and her bf sometimes drink "a little" when they go on the lake, and I laughed about it. Many of the women we work with are VERY conservative, or at least try to pretend they are.  Gave her my phone number too... Maybe she'll call. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody is doing his favorite thing today. Hit the junkyards, look for parts. I got a haircut, and did some shopping. Spent well over my budget, but got stuff to stock up on. Body wash, Veet (yeah, can't go with the wax! Thanks Penny!!!), COFFEE!!! a new shirt... but i still ended up spending $60. I only brought 70 with me, that was before the hair cut... YIKES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now that I'm earning my own money, I'm much more aware and conscious of where the money goes. I used to be a Starbucks fiend. Now I think about it and about die when I think that I have to work a half hour (at least) for a cup of the yummy stuff. Yeah, I've had Starbucks TWICE since I've moved down here, both were when I was "on vacation". And then, I felt guilty for spending the money on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why I don't blog, all I end up doing is complaining! So with my last complaint, I'll close this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-822953226390182041?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/822953226390182041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=822953226390182041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/822953226390182041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/822953226390182041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-cruisin.html' title='Just cruisin&apos;...'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825478459205328216.post-194608410640587406</id><published>2008-06-01T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:09:27.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy June!</title><content type='html'>So, it's June. We are pretty much halfway through the year. And here I am stating the obvious. So far, it's been good. Many changes, but when is that really bad? I'm not sure I regret any of the choices I've made, perhaps the way things happened, but I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out when my 20th high school reunion is. Happens to fall the first weekend of August. I'd love to go, but man, don't think I can swing it. I'm still having a hard time believing it's been 20 years! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? Where did the time go? Sometimes I feel like I'm still that 17yr old girl, unsure of herself, not sure where her future is going... other times (like when I get up and my knees/hips/back kill me!) I feel like I'm closer to 50. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jody and I went to Six Flags, ATL. last Sunday. We drove to Atlanta, GA. late Saturday, arriving at our friend, Adam's, home around 10ish. We probably stayed up until 1am just talking before deciding to have his friend Liz meet back up with us in the morning around 9ish. Well, by 11ish, she finally arrived (she was so tired when she got home, she set her alarm for SATURDAY,not Sunday. I was smart and slathered myself with lots and lots of sunscreen. WHOOT! No sunburn. I'm not a ride type of person. I *want* to enjoy them, I get excited about going on them, but then, once I'm strapped in, and the ride is moving, I suddenly remember my fear of heights, and the panic sets in..... then the nausea. But I manage to hold onto my lunch and enjoy the ride... twice! I'm so proud of me. 2 rides!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much else going on.... Working on a new afghan, loving it. Enjoying my job. What else can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825478459205328216-194608410640587406?l=gwen1970.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/feeds/194608410640587406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7825478459205328216&amp;postID=194608410640587406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/194608410640587406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825478459205328216/posts/default/194608410640587406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwen1970.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-june.html' title='Happy June!'/><author><name>It's my life....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862137442103353136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc6AXqWz5WE/TLtKph81DUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/G3bdX5nTvYU/S220/10+09+10+0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
