<?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-941675361227347208</id><updated>2012-01-05T14:05:06.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy's Meandering Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-367068913629531722</id><published>2012-01-05T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:05:06.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more stuff</title><content type='html'>1. I usually love Christmas. I am usually the first to put my decorations up and send cards and be all excited for Christmas to come. This year was different. I still did everything I normally do- but not with as much.....I don't know, enthusiasm. (Think the crazy Target lady from the commercial! That's how I used to be!) I don't know if it is becausae the kids are older? Oh well- it all went fine. I just hope next Christmas my heart is in it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't wait to get back to work next week! Don't get me wrong, I like having the breaks off. It's great!! Especially weeks like this week- the kids are back in school and I am still off! WHOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't feel as productive when I am not "working"- I put the "" around working because i meant it as working for money! Not working around the house like we all have to do. Sure- I have dishes done, floors vacuumed, laundry done- but it feels weird.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How bad is it that I clock watch all day and pray that time goes S-L-O-W until 3:00? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would like to be able to enjoy a glass of wine without getting buzzed. I LIKE wine. After one glass, I am buzzing. I hate the feeling of a buzz or being drunk. It used to be a great feeling- when I was younger. Now, I just want to feel totally in control of myself at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are some great blogs that I read and look forward to. Wish I could write like that. I used to be so creative (and funny too!) when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Looks like I was AWESOME when I was younger! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love watching The People Court, Judge Judy...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm thinking about getting botox. I don't mind the thought of aging gracefully- I just don't wanna look old. Well- wait- I guess I don't mind looking old...eventually. Okay- I just want this damn wrinkle on my forehead GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't toot my own horn much- but have to admit that I am super proud of the weight loss I have had. I am not one to usually have willpower. Last year, Murf and I did a food lifestyle change. I lost 50 pounds. I had 17 more pounds till goal when the Holidays came around. I ended up gaining 5 pounds. So- now I am 22 pounds to goal. I'm okay with that. The weight loss is slow going- but it's not really a diet. It's more of making better eating choices, eating LESS, and moving more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No one reads this blog but me. That's okay with me. I don't advertise that I have one. Heck- if I wasn't me, I prolly wouldnt want to read it either! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. New Years Resolution- I don't generally make them. Last year, I decided to make one. It was to not cut any length off my hair for the year. Anyone who knows me, know that is difficult for me. I always WANT to grow my hair out. But give up and get it cut. I love getting new hairstyles! My family gave me till March. I made it all year. Guess what? I'm going for another year. Don't worry- my hair grows SLOOOOWW. I won't have Loretta Lynn hair! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. This year, I would like stop cussing so much. My mouth has been terrible! So- that's what I'll work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-367068913629531722?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/367068913629531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=367068913629531722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/367068913629531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/367068913629531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-more-stuff.html' title='Just more stuff'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-3298666339144838364</id><published>2011-08-17T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:45:13.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not very good at this blogging thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll be laying in bed and thinking of the perfect thing to write about. At the time, while I'm all cozy and hoping I'll fall asleep fast, it sounds GREAT! Like- maybe I should win an award for great blogs, kind of great! But then I sit here and open the laptop and it's all crickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Chores- Right now, I am currently trying to get Gracie to do her kitchen chores. We assign the kids kitchen duties. They all have a schedule- same days every week. Wednesday is Gracie's day. It's been Gracies day for a long time. Everytime I say, "Gracie, kitchen chores!" She acts all shocked. Then she complains. Then she gives me the reasons why Wednesday's are not good kitchen days for her. Then she will FINALLY give up and go do them. I don't expect the kitchen to be all sparkeling when she's done. She is only 10. I just care that she tries. There are days when I do them for her as a surprise. I do that for all the kids, though. When they've had a bad day or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I used to love staying up later than everyone. I couldn't wait to yell, bedtime! Good night, love ya, see ya in the morning! Then I could read in peace, watch TV, do whatever (or nothing!). Lately, I am usually in bed before they are or at least counting the minuted until Gracie goes to bed so I can! Wonder if that means I am getting old? Nah- just tired! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Emmy closes a lot though, and isn't quite old enough to drive. So, I wait for her text saying she is about finished- then run to town to pick her up.(sometimes in my jammies. Okay, MOST of the time in my jammies! LOL) I don't mind, really. I am glad that she has a job and is earning some money for herself. It sure feels good getting those paychecks! Especially as a teen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, I'm going to try and keep up with the blog even though it "feels" weird. Like, who would want to read my ramdom ADD thoughts and writing? I guess I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here's my first attempt in posting a pic- if it works and shows up- it will be a picture from the first day of school Tuesday.  We call it our raising the bar picture and we take the same one every year on the first day. There is also a goofy picture- we also take one every year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cm7zZqk898E/Tkx792gwNEI/AAAAAAAAACg/s4DQofofovs/s1600/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642020735723516994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cm7zZqk898E/Tkx792gwNEI/AAAAAAAAACg/s4DQofofovs/s320/DSC02959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUWsMZToBs/Tkx7-Aouu5I/AAAAAAAAACo/EtNSCXFJbhg/s1600/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642020738441329554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUWsMZToBs/Tkx7-Aouu5I/AAAAAAAAACo/EtNSCXFJbhg/s320/DSC02961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-3298666339144838364?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/3298666339144838364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/3298666339144838364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/3298666339144838364'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cm7zZqk898E/Tkx792gwNEI/AAAAAAAAACg/s4DQofofovs/s72-c/DSC02959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-7746670414281214453</id><published>2011-08-12T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:44:22.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot of random stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; ~ Summer is coming to an end. Well, not really- but when the kids go back to school it triggers the end of summer stuff! The mornings have been chilly- but the days are still super warm. I am usually ready for fall. Not this year. I don't know why, though. I still want super hot hot days! That is so out of character for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~  I AM looking forward to the first day of school for the kids, though. I am downright giddy about it! (What else is new?!) Can't believe Jake is a Senior this year. I have a Senior, Junior, and a Sophomore. So, that's 3 years of graduations in a row. Three years of lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~I get to go back to work here soon too! Yay!! I do like having my summers off but have to admit I sure do miss getting PAID! I love being a CART provider! I swear, I think it's the best job EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I have read so many books this summer. I am an avid reader. Truthfully though, during last semester I didn't read very much at all. I just didn't have much time between working and running kids to their sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~Gracie is super excited today. She is going to Waverly Hills tonight for a paranormal tour. She is going with her Dad, Aunt lisa, and her cousin, Justin. That kid is SOOO excited! She has been dressed, hair done, and ready since 3:00. They aren't leaving until 8:30! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~Emily's job is going well. I am so happy that she is being responsible and earning her own money! She had fun shopping yesterday with her very first check! I am so ready for her to get her drivers license though. Then she can driver her own self to work and home! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ We are going to start doing a small home improvement project here in a month or so. YAY! Wood floors in the living room, new tile kitchen floors, new countertops, tile in the bathrooms! No more SPAM pink countertops! WHOOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-7746670414281214453?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/7746670414281214453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/7746670414281214453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/7746670414281214453'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-2712240591498538838</id><published>2011-06-16T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:44:22.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;       Thankfully I don't have too many rough days. But today was one of them. Didn't sleep so well last night. Had weird scary nightmares and woke up several times. I finally gave it up and got up at 4:50 am for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I had to go to the store today. I always park WAAAYYY in the back. Well, not always- but since I got the new car. I got home and was unloading groceries and noticed scratches and dents in the bumper. It would line up perfectly with the end of a shopping cart. Thing is, it had to have hit HARD for the dent on the right side. Took the paint off and actually "cut" into the bumper leaving a decent size "dent." GRRRRRR!! I was FURIOUS. Like- the kind of mad that I haven't been in a LOOONNG time. Like, lock my ass up kind of mad. Soooo glad I didn't notice until I got home because no telling what goofy shit I would have pulled at the store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the first new car I have ever had, so I am a little OCD about my car. I love that car! I am going to take it to the dealership tomorrow for an estimate. Not 100% sure that I am getting fixed right away. May have to wait until the new semester starts so I am bringing in some money first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I am surprised I am still up this late. I shouldn't be surprised though. I say all the time, "Tonight, I am going to bed early!" but I never do. Well, rarely. It's so peaceful and quite at night, I just hate to give up the alone time. Or I'll find some old movie or show that I haven't seen in awhile and before i know it I have caught my second wind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Summer break is going fine so far. I have kids coming over to stay with my kids, my kids going to thers house to stay with them. It's like a revolving door around here. That's okay though. Right now, it's working for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm trying to soak it all up. Remember the details that I know I will have wished I remembered better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-2712240591498538838?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/2712240591498538838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2712240591498538838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2712240591498538838'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-2442832625008247113</id><published>2011-06-07T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:16:15.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flying by!</title><content type='html'>Today Emily is 16. It's crazy hard to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that I have a 16 year old daughter. I brought out the baby book this morning because I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; what time she was born. Kids birthdays always put me in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscent mood of the day they were born. Emmy was my first. The kid that made me a Mommy. She was born at 1:02pm. She was 7 lbs 7 oz and 20 and 1/2 inches long. She was such a great baby and even a better toddler. I remember when she used to wake up in the mornings she would just stay in her room and play until I woke up and came in- entertaining herself quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I used to wonder what she would be like when she was 16. I tried to picture how she would look and what her personality would be like. She is even more than I ever imagined. She is so smart. This girl has never gotten any grade lower than an A. From the 1st grade! She is 3 days away from being a sophomore. She is so driven and has huge goals for her future. I know, without a doubt, that she will reach those goals. She is beautiful and clever and whitty! Oh, how I love that girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's weird- she is like an extension on me. It feels like my arms are outstretched and she is an attached to them. I know I'm not explaining that well. It's like there is a piece of me walking around out there. I guess maybe that's my heart? My heart she carries with her? Oh my word! How cheesy am I today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happy sweet 16, dear Emily! I love you seems so minor for how I feel about you, kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-2442832625008247113?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/2442832625008247113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=2442832625008247113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2442832625008247113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2442832625008247113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-flying-by.html' title='Time flying by!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6373354766505751188</id><published>2011-05-28T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:44:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL Dayz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woke up to the SUN shining today. It is so beautiful outside. I wish I could put these days in a bottle and relive them in the winter when it's cold and dreary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps that I stepped on the scales this morning and am down 21.5 pounds from the day I started Nutrisystem. So, that means I am down 28 pounds from my last doctor appointment! WHOOT! I can totally tell too. I only have 2 pairs of shorts that I can wear now. Not a bad problem to have. I kind of want to wait before I go buy more because I plan on losing 25 more pounds. I am half way to goal! WOOOHOOOOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6373354766505751188?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6373354766505751188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6373354766505751188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6373354766505751188'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-4325184473300680751</id><published>2011-05-26T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:26:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms and other stuff</title><content type='html'>I suck at keeping up with my blog. It's not like anyone reads it anyway! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! But- maybe one day, I'll get great at it and people from all over will be curious as to what the buzz and Mandy's blog is all about! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lived in our new home since August of last year. There hasn't been many storms since then. Lately we have had a lot. When we were house shopping I didn't even think I needed a house with a basement. I mean, I've lived in houses with a basement for a lot of my adult life but I have never went into it due to a storm or even tornado warning. So, I thought I didn't really need a house with a basement.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong! I think just having it there JUST IN CASE was enough to keep me feeling safe and secure. I knew if I ever needed to I could just run right down there. Now, when severe weather is on the way, I get a little nervous and shaky. NEVER have I felt like this, until now. I don't know if it's because I haven't weathered many storms in the new house, or because I don't have immediate direct access to a basement. Either way, both times that we have had severe weather I have loaded up my car with the kids and went to my sister-in-law's house. She has a basement! I hate being scared of something like that. Next storm, I am staying at home to weather it. Well, probably......okay, we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are growing up. No, really. Jake just went to his first prom a couple weeks ago. James turned 16 on Monday. Emily is turning 16 in less than two weeks. I can't believe I have a 16 year old kid. Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moly&lt;/span&gt;! I have never felt more old in my life as I do right now. I can't imagine MY daughter getting into a car and driving her own self! CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie is still quite the handful. She has those GREAT moments though that make everything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She can be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny and creative. She NEVER does what I say the first time I tell her. NEVER. I always have to tell her 2 or 3 times. It's so frustrating. Sometimes on the second or third time of me telling her the same thing I get a little upset. Just a little though because I know this is a part of who Gracie is. The other night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murf&lt;/span&gt; and I were sitting on the front porch. I told Gracie to come in and take a shower. She says, "Okay" but doesn't move from the porch swing. I told her another time and pretty much got the same result. So, I said it a bit more firmly. She walks inside the front door, then stands there with the door opened so she can listen to us. I turn and say very firmly, "Gracie, go get in the shower RIGHT NOW!" She says ever so calmly, "Okay. Jeez Mom, you don't have to set an attack on me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!" and just walks in like nothing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! That's the way it is. I tell her and tell her. Then when I get upset she is all like, "Jeez Mom, chill!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-4325184473300680751?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/4325184473300680751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=4325184473300680751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/4325184473300680751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/4325184473300680751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2011/05/storms-and-other-stuff.html' title='Storms and other stuff'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-7338688521739697963</id><published>2010-03-06T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:55:03.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What great day and other stuff</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining and it is almost warm outside! OH-joy! This is the first winter that I have really craved the sun! I don' t know what it was about THIS winter that bothered me so much. It wasn't an awful winter. We have had quite a bit if snow lately- but we get it every year. I'm telling ya- it's so bad that I have banned the word snow from our house! I wanted to take the plastic of of the windows and open u the house today but Murf said it still gets too cold at night. He said it still may even &lt;a href="mailto:S-N-@$"&gt;S-N-@$&lt;/a&gt; and I thought I may cry just hearing that! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am not going to stress my grammar in my blog. I have to worry about commas and the correct punctuation and spelling and everything being perfect for work- so I just wanna write here. I am not planning on coming off as a total hilljack- but if you see something that is wrong- just read through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love these:! Love the !!!! I use them so much when I write that sometimes I even go back and take some out because I may only have one or two periods and a whole slew of !!!!. I think it's because a lot of time I am really meaning something and I wanna make sure it's known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murf and I get a date night again. Of course- we are going to an auction again this week. LOL! I don't mind. I'll admit it- it's kinda fun. I saw something there last week that I loved and it is going to be auctioned tonight. so- we are going back. It's a big antique wardrobe. It is worn out- but there is something about it that I love! I would totally redo the living room around that piece! We have talked about it though and set a limit. We won't go over it. Okay- Murf won't. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I suck at auctions. I don't know if it's because I am competitive or what. I CAN'T stop bidding though. It's terrible, I know. I just feel like I'm losing if I stop. That is the reason that I don't go very often. I went about a month ago and saw a first edition Gone With The Wind book that I HAD to HAVE! Had to I tell ya! I knew that I was going to get it before I even started. I was bidding against a lady that owns and antique mall- she would raise, then I would, she would, then I would... I didn't even flinch- didn't have to even THINK- it was yes. SHe wouls pause for a second and think then say yes. I was saying yes (shaking my head to the ring guy) before she had even made up her mind! lOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am ready The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands. It is really a good book. I'll admit to beig unsure about it. But- once I started reading it, I realize it can apply to other people. It's more a matter of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate primary elections. We (republicans) have no candidate for judge. I have a friend that is running for judge as a democrat. I also have a friend that is running for sheriff as a republican. So- I wish I could vote for the person. LIke I wish all the people were listed and everyone can chose 1 from each party. That way, when you don't have someone even running in a certain party- you still get to help pick the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-7338688521739697963?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/7338688521739697963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=7338688521739697963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/7338688521739697963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/7338688521739697963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-great-day-and-other-stuff.html' title='What great day and other stuff'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-3230706512392448352</id><published>2010-03-04T21:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:44:49.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously I suck at this blogging! AND letter from Gracie</title><content type='html'>I suck at this. I haven't been here in over a year? Damn! That is hard to believe! I need to make and effort to blog more. But what the heck about? I'm not real creative, not funny, not a writer.... maybe I should just throw in the towel! We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gracie had to write a letter in class. It was supposed to be a persuasive letter. Here it is (all misspellings are included):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;                         I think I should have an allowance. I want money so I can buy more American Girls. I will finally clean my room, and only be on the computer for 15 minutes a day. I will also, never beg. I will put half of the money to Haitie, Chilie, and where the damages left from the tusami. I really want to help Haitie and need an allowance to do this. I apreciate you reading this.&lt;br /&gt;    Your favorit munchkin, Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! What a very persuasive letter! I guess she'll be getting an allowance- I mean- she wants to help haitie! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-3230706512392448352?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/3230706512392448352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=3230706512392448352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/3230706512392448352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/3230706512392448352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2010/03/obviously-i-suck-at-this-blogging-and.html' title='Obviously I suck at this blogging! AND letter from Gracie'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-5199293550513445062</id><published>2008-09-26T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:13:39.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantix and quitting smoking.</title><content type='html'>Okay- so I am a smoker. I don't smoke in public though and most people don't know I smoke unless I tell them. I have smoked since I was 16. I LOVE smoking. About 6 months ago, I started feeling like a smoker; tight chest in the morning coughing some and getting out of breath easy. I hate it that I get "winded" too fast. My body isn't tired, but my lungs are! So- I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chantix&lt;/span&gt; today. I have tried to quit smoking so many times before. It pisses me off that nicotine has that much control over me. Hold on, I need to light a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ciggie&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what was I saying? Oh yeah- it pisses me off that nicotine has control over me. I hate that!! I was smoke free for 8 months the last time I quit. 8 months! Then I went on vacation to Jamaica and thought- what the heck? It's vacation- I'll just smoke here then won't smoke when I get back home! Well, it didn't work like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember how I felt when I quit for the first week. TIRED and sluggish. I couldn't think straight. I was dizzy as hell. I know I'll go through those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; again. I even gained weight those first couple of weeks. But guess what? I ended up losing weight in the long run. When I quit smoking, I had to give up all the things that go along so well with smoking. Like sodas. No more sodas. And coffee. Yep- I had to give up coffee. Nothing was better or went better together for me than a cup of coffee and a smoke! So- I know I'll probably end up giving up those things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's to breathing easier!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-5199293550513445062?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/5199293550513445062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=5199293550513445062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/5199293550513445062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/5199293550513445062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/09/chantix-and-quitting-smoking.html' title='Chantix and quitting smoking.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6809176944367402069</id><published>2008-08-01T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:22:08.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again!!</title><content type='html'>Back to school time! WHOOT! I had to go register 2 of the kids today- I will register two more on Monday and the high school kid next Thursday. In Indiana, you have to pay book rental and school fees. All in all it will be about $500 to get all 5 registered, not counting school supplies. The school supply list this year isn't too bad. Except for 1 of the kids. My 7th grader has to have 8 dry erase markers. I think that is a bit weird- but whatever. Together, both middle school kid have to have 10 3 ring binders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our first day back for students is August 12. I am so ready for it! SO ready! LOL! Truthfully, the kids are all ready to go back too. They are looking forward to seeing their friends and to start all the sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have 6 months to finish school for me. I will have to really study hard to be able to finish- but I know I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back to school we go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6809176944367402069?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6809176944367402069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=6809176944367402069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6809176944367402069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6809176944367402069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-5329346488449999137</id><published>2008-07-31T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:40:54.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>We got a phone call last Thursday. It was after 11pm so as soon as the phone ring I was worried. We don't usually get calls that late. My husbands Dad had died if a massive heart attack. He had just got home from a mini vacation and had sat down in his recliner to rest. His wife had went across the street to get the mail from the neighbors house and when she came back in, she saw him and said he was already gone. She yelled for her neighbor to come help her and called 911. There was a nurse living across the street and he came over and administered CPR. He was taken to the hospital and worked on for 45 minutes, but it was just too late. The odd thing is that they stopped by Subway on the way home from their vacation. He ordered a big sub with triple the meat. The gal checkimg him out said, "this is going to give you a heart attack!" He died from a massive heart attack 3 hours later. Cue the twilight zone music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My husband and I drive down first thing the next morning to help with arrangements. Then the viewing wasn't until Sunday and the funeral was on Monday. We stayed an extra ay to help his stepmom and just be there for her. 5 kids in that little hotel room wasn't so much fun! Actually- the kids were on their best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was such a shock to lose him. Even though he didn't live real close, he still managed to come up and visit us and the kids and he talked to my husband all the time online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sure gonna miss your grumpy self Chad!! May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-5329346488449999137?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/5329346488449999137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=5329346488449999137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/5329346488449999137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/5329346488449999137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6661306906495800650</id><published>2008-07-23T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:43:17.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a hard time keeping up!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why it's so hard for me to visit here and write a little something everyday or two. I am on the laptop plenty. Maybe I should put a little post it note on it that says, Don't forget to blog. Maybe it's because I'm not real interesting. Mainly my life is about kid crap. I'm sick of kid crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They will be going back to school here pretty soon. August 12! WOOHOO! I am finished school clothes shopping for them and just have to buy supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing that pisses me off is registration and book rental fees. For elementary school kids it averages around $100 per kid for book rental. For high school kids it's MUCH higher. I think my SIL said she paid close to $300 for her senior last year for book rental fees! ARGH! My husband wants to go this year and just tell them we don't want to rent books but we would rather just BUY a set! LOL! He is such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My husband just got a new and improved job! It will be nice having him around more and him not having to drive so far for work. He will have a little bit of time off before starting his new job to get some things caught up around here. I think he and I will go and stay in a hotel for a night or two somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We should be getting our new outdoor water furnace this weekend. With the rising prices of gas, we thought it would be a good buy. We live out in the middle of the woods and we have plenty of downed trees we can use and plenty of wood to cut.  It's a big unit that sits outside. You only have to fill it up twice a day. It heats water on a tank on top of it and the water is what heats the house. Hopefully it will work well and be more energy efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay- that's all I can think if today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6661306906495800650?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6661306906495800650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=6661306906495800650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6661306906495800650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6661306906495800650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-hard-time-keeping-up.html' title='I have a hard time keeping up!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-8422409835726503462</id><published>2008-07-06T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:51:49.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out To the Ballgame!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I have written. I'll try and be more frequent. I mean heck- my blog is SO exciting! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isaiah made All Star Baseball. We didnt expect it at all. This year was his first year ever playing baseball. He was the only rookie that made the All Star Team. So- every weekend is full of running to other towns for baseball tournaments. It's really not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I am having fun watching him play and also it's nice to hang out with some of the other parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; School is going well. I feel like everything is starting to click. I just hope I can get my speed up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm SO looking forward to next weekend. Emmy and Isaiah will be at their Dads, Jake and James are going out of town with their Granny to help her move, Gracie is staying with my Mom and Murf has to work the entire weekend! Isaiah has a state baseball tournament out of town so I am going to go and get a hotel there and go watch his games. He is with his dad, so I will be alone for the whole weekend! WOOHOO!!! I even found a hotel that has suites with a hot tub in the room for a very resonable price!! Oh Yeah Baby!! No kids! No one but me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-8422409835726503462?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/8422409835726503462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=8422409835726503462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8422409835726503462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8422409835726503462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out To the Ballgame!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-702677130347014576</id><published>2008-05-11T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:25:30.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>My day was pretty good. I woke up and my husband went and got me breakfast. I just rested, watched TV and read today. I did go to my Moms for a little bit to give her her prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looks like a busy week to come. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and Isaiah has baseball practice in the evening in town. Jake and Isaiah both have games on Tuesday. There is one at 6 then one at 8. So, I will be at the ballpark from 5:30 until 10! My Mom is gonna come over and be with the kids that don't have to go. I don't want Gracie to have to be there that long, and even though the 2 older kids are old enough to be here alone- I don't feel right about leaving them for that long. An hour or two maybe, but not that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL is having a purse party on Wed., I will be going to that and taking the 2 girls with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thursday, Friday and Saturday are baseball days again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do plan on studying a lot this week during the daytime hours when the kids are at school. I have to commit to more time than I am now. I can't let other things that need to be done around the house come before school. It's hard not to though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Murf was in a good mood all weekend, then started getting a little grumpy just a little bit ago. I know it's because his weekend is over and he is back to work tomorrow. Poor guy has no time through the week for anything other than driving to work, work, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Text messaging-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got a family text plan last week. The kids had to watch how many texts they were sending before, then we got smart (after a big texting bill) and got the unlimited text plan. OMG- I can't believe how much they are texting. It's insane!  The funny part is that we live in the country and don't even get a cell signal in most places. So- i see 2 of the teens out in the driveway sitting in the back of Murf's truck texting. They can get a signal there. Or sitting on the picnic table in the back yard, or standing in a certain spot in the yard! I can't imagine how many times they would be texting if they could get a signal in the living room or in their room! LOL! I've heard people say that they could get carried away with texting- now I understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that they have it, really. It beats them fighting over the telephone and they spend less time online now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Mothers Day to all the Moms out there!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-702677130347014576?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/702677130347014576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=702677130347014576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/702677130347014576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/702677130347014576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-8430046955327896764</id><published>2008-05-09T06:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:21:42.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This poor 15 year old boy!!!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have full custody of his 2 boys. I am helping to raise them- well actually with his new work schedule, I AM raising them! Their mother is mentally ill. It is so hard dealing with someone mentally ill. She has made parts of our life hell for the last 9 years. I never know when the phone rings and i see it's her, if it is going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;civilized&lt;/span&gt; conversation or if she is going to cuss me out and and hang up on me. I can take it. What I can't stand it when she cusses out the boys. We are having a problem with the oldest boy, J, not wanting to go to her house for her visitation. We do talk him into going or sometimes just flat out make him go for the most part. Now, when there is something important scheduled on her weekend, we don't force him to go. He doesn't trust her to get out of bed and take him where he needs to go. This weekend, he was asked to come to a pitching clinic for baseball. The coach only asked a few kids to come and he was one of them. It is early on Saturday morning and he really wants to go. He is supposed to go to his Moms this afternoon, but told me he wanted to go to the pitching clinic tomorrow, then go to her house afterwards. He called her to explain and she cussed him up one side and down the other and put him on a guilt trip. After she treated him like that, he said he wasn't going to her house at all this weekend. Then she called back to talk to me. I tried explaining that she is pushing him away- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he asks to stay home and she throws a fit- it pushes him away. That every single visitation weekend he doesn't want to come and we force him to, that once in awhile, it is okay for him to miss. He is 15 and before long it will be up to him and he won't EVER go- if she keeps it up. Of course, I get to hear how awful and horrible and I am. Then i just told her that i was sick of her cussing me and calling me every name in the book to the boys- that i am raising her children for HER and that deserves some respect! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UGh&lt;/span&gt;- she ended up yelling and hanging up on me. I tried to call her back to tell her that I would MAKE him go to her house on Mothers Day, but she wouldn't answer. I called 84000 times and she would never pick up and she doesn't have an answering machine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;- I am so sick of dealing with her and feel so bad for the boys for having to go there. She keeps threatening to take us to court if we don't force them to come to her house. She told the oldest last night that if he didn't come she was gonna take his dad to court and they would throw him in jail! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! When I talked to her- I told her to quit threatening the kids with that- that there was no way they were gonna throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Murf&lt;/span&gt; in jail because our 15 year old son missed one weekend visitation every 3 or 4 months! That maybe instead of threatening it- she could just go ahead and file something so we could get this settled once and for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! This boy is 15! What a shame that he has to go through this! It makes me sick for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually have to talk to her directly or have to deal with her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Murf&lt;/span&gt; usually handles it- but he wasn't home- and they never get anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resolved&lt;/span&gt; between the 2 of them- so I tried to help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Harumph&lt;/span&gt;! Some help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have another day of dealing with her! Lord help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-8430046955327896764?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/8430046955327896764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=8430046955327896764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8430046955327896764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8430046955327896764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-husband-and-i-have-full-custody-of.html' title='This poor 15 year old boy!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-8651839368069745569</id><published>2008-05-08T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:11:30.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money isn't everything!</title><content type='html'>I have finally had enough of my husbands work schedule. I seriously am about to have a melt down. I am supposed to be doing school during the day while the kids are at school- but when am i supposed to get everything else that needs done done? I mean, as soon as they  get home from school, I am super busy- getting dinner made, running back and forth to town, helping with homework or stupid projects that get assigned! I don't mind projects so much for the middle school kids, but when my 9 year gets the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt; to build a solar system- i think it's bullshit. Seriously- like he is gonna be able to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There comes a time when you realize that  money isn't that important. Sure, you have to have enough to live- but isn't that enough? I'm grateful that my husband makes great money- i am. But the cost to our family is too high now. I feel like a single mom with a checkbook. The kids only see him on weekends and on occasion very briefly through the week. I am responsible for everything here. (aside from money of course) All things kid. I have a 15 year old boy, a boy that will be 13 in a couple of weeks, a girl that will be 13 in less than a month, a soon to be 10 year old boy, and Gracie who is 7. They are good kids, really. I am constantly  breaking up bickering between the 3 teens though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lawsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;- I can't believe how much they like to bicker. I have come to believe that they really enjoy it! They seek out ways to aggravate each other (and me in the process)!&lt;br /&gt;  I am not one to cry real easy. I never have been, but lately I can cry at the drop of a hat. Especially when it has to do with something coming up that I haven't planned. Like a make-up baseball game for tomorrow, or my oldest forgetting to tell me he has a school dance TOMORROW! It doesn't seem like major things, but when you have to drive 20 minutes each way, then figure out what to do with (or feel guilty for all the time the teens spend alone) the other 4 kids- it gets you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry if I've gotten anyone "down" by this post. I'm just so overwhelmed right now-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-8651839368069745569?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/8651839368069745569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=8651839368069745569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8651839368069745569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8651839368069745569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/05/money-isnt-everything.html' title='Money isn&apos;t everything!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-1842171216419199064</id><published>2008-05-04T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:03:03.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Then the weekend comes! AHHH! My husband is home on the weekends and can help me with the 5 children. He can help me run them to town and pick them up from their activities. We sit and talk after the kids go to bed- real grown-up talk! We eat as a family! I just love the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got all the laundry done and the house totally cleaned this weekend! I love the feeling of everything clean and put away. Even though- with 5 kids, I know it won't last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am going shopping again today with my oldest daughter. She is finishing up the 6th grade and has never made a B in her life. She has been a straight A student all through school so far- so I feel like that deserves a special gift. Not a gift for being smart, but a gift for being disciplined. I know it's frivilous, but I plan on buying her a small Coach purse. She would really like to have one and I feel like she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more after our shopping adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOhh! Fun was had! She got the cutest little coach purse! It's a signature bag with bright colors on it. I also got the signature bag with the blue handles I have been wanting forever! Too cute! She was so excited- and it's fun watching her "fuss" over that bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay- I also got a pair of sunglasses. Last year I bought a pair of fairly inexpensive sunglasses and told myself that if I could keep them for a year and not break them or lose them, then I would spring for the ones I really wanted! So, a year has passed and I still have those glasses. Now, I have the ones I really wanted too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a great day!! The best part is- my husband paid for my purse and sunglasses for an early Mothers Day gift!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-1842171216419199064?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/1842171216419199064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=1842171216419199064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/1842171216419199064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/1842171216419199064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-4189519766935540296</id><published>2008-04-20T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:17:03.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!!</title><content type='html'>Okay- so it sucks to be sick on  the weekend! I have had a fever and my chest feels like someone is sitting on it! I think it might be bronchitis- I get it a couple times a year. I dunno- I am just TIRED of being sick! It started with a cold and moved to the chest. Everyone knows that Moms can't get sick! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm ready for Monday too. I may one of the few people in the world who likes Mondays! The kids go back to school! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;! I get the house to myself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; was out on the bush hog all day. He got so much done outside. I love the smell of fresh cut grass! It smells so good! I feel bad because while he was out working, I was inside laying around! I did manage to get a couple loads of laundry done- but that's not even enough. I do it all tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be feeling better! Well, it doesn't matter, feeling better or not, it'll have to get done. Ah- the joys of motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay- whiny bog rant over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-4189519766935540296?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/4189519766935540296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=4189519766935540296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/4189519766935540296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/4189519766935540296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/grrr.html' title='GRRR!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-2751564489577142108</id><published>2008-04-18T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:39:25.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished with the Biggest Part of school! Bye Bye Theory!</title><content type='html'>I took my very last Theory class yesterday! Court Reporting school has an 80% drop out rate. Not my school or any 1 school- but an average of all the schools! Of that 80%, most of those drop during Theory- and I made it through it! There were many times that I wanted to throw my machine through the window! There were many times i was in tears by then end of a lesson. Now, I have to finish up a Legal terminology class, medical terminology class and work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speed&lt;/span&gt; building. I get asked so many times how much longer i have to finish. I don't have an answer to that. During speed building- you have to pass a speed before you can move on to the next speed. So if you get "stuck" on a speed- you have to stay in that "class" until you pass it. So the time frame varies person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To treat myself for finishing this part- i took myself for a date today! I went and got a pedicure and then went for Chinese! Truthfully, getting a pedicure isn't one of my favorite things to do- but with flip flop season on the horizon- I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Needed&lt;/span&gt; one! I have cute toes and soft feet! Oh yeah- and a fully belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So- Curtis- shuffle me up some celebratin' songs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Low- T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;2. Blowin in the wind- Joan Baez&lt;br /&gt;3. Rocky Top- Loretta Lynn&lt;br /&gt;4.Steel Drums- Jamaican music&lt;br /&gt;5. Pink- Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;6. LipGloss- Lil Mama&lt;br /&gt;7. Once in awhile- Akon&lt;br /&gt;8. Bless the Broken Road- Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;9. Holiday- Greenday&lt;br /&gt;10. Boom! I got your Boyfriend- Salt-N-Peppa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-2751564489577142108?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/2751564489577142108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=2751564489577142108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2751564489577142108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/2751564489577142108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished-with-biggest-part-of-school.html' title='Finished with the Biggest Part of school! Bye Bye Theory!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-895643703230142243</id><published>2008-04-16T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:23:41.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The very LONG night!</title><content type='html'>We have a finished basement. It has 3 bedrooms and a den in it. Last night we got the kids tucked in. About a half an hour later one comes upstairs and says, "I think there is a bird in my room. I can hear something in the ceiling rafters."  My husband goes downstairs. A few minutes later, 2 of the kids come running upstairs. It wasn't a bird- it was a MOUSE! Now- in case you don't know- I am scared to death of  mice. Petrified of them, is more like it! Apparently, the mouse was on the ledge around the top of the ceiling- when my husband hit the wall to see what was up there- it JUMPED down and landed in one of the kids beds then took off! I was scared. But, since it was downstairs, I figured I'd still be able sleep in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About an hour later, something catches my eye in the living room. It was a MOUSE coming out of the fireplace! I scream and jump up on a chair. My husband just stands there! Then a few minutes later I see a mouse around the fireplace again! My husband said it was the same mouse as the first one (around the fireplace). At this point, I'm at heart attack stage. I'm thinking maybe my house is getting over run with mice! I'm thinking there is no way I can sleep in this house tonight. No way- with MICE! ACK! I tell my husband that I am getting a hotel room in town. Well, that didn't set very well with him. We ended up arguing about how "crazy" it was for me to be that scared of a little ole mouse! Whatever! Crazy or not- the fear is there. I give in and go to bed, but I keep the bedside light on and every little noise I heard I was like, "Hey- what was that?" I was still up at 3am looking around the room! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My husband was not happy because I also kept him up with my, "Did you hear that?" and "What was that noise?" every few minutes! Well, I told him- I shoulda got the hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This morning he is supposed to go get some poison or something. All I know is- it was a VERY long night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-895643703230142243?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/895643703230142243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=895643703230142243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/895643703230142243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/895643703230142243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-long-night.html' title='The very LONG night!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-8182131072036117457</id><published>2008-04-13T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:37:03.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball, Baseball, Sick Days and my Ipod name!</title><content type='html'>Today was my sons very last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAU&lt;/span&gt; basketball game of the season. It was good/bad. Good because of all the running all over. The practices, the games. Bad because I know he'll miss it until next season.  He really does play well and I'm proud of his season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baseball season is up and running. I have 2 boys in baseball this year. One on the Senior league and one in the minor league. I just got the schedules for both boys and it looks like I may just need to pop a tent at the ballpark because most of my days will be spent there. One week, I will be there 6 days! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LAWSY&lt;/span&gt; JANE! It is fun watching the boys play, so as much as I may grip about living at the ballpark, I'll enjoy every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minute of&lt;/span&gt; watching them play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sick days! My husband has been sick. Men don't make very good sickies! My little one, Gracie, has also been sick. Now my oldest daughter is not feeling well and I am getting sick! it's gotta be this k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooky&lt;/span&gt; weather! It was in the high 70's last week. Beautiful sunny days! The last 2 days have been 40 and cold, windy and rainy! We may even get some snow tonight! Not much accumulation- but 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flurry&lt;/span&gt; is 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flurry&lt;/span&gt; too much! I want those 70 degree temps back! I want the sun back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so so happy I found my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;! I missed it. It's a beauty! It's bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; and full of my favorite tunes! I call it Curtis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So shuffle up for me Curtis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's 5 o'clock somewhere- Jimmy Buffet and Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;2. This everyday Love- rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk This Way- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DMC&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Holiday- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GreenDay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When You're good to Mama- Chicago musical soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;6. Never took the Time- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Let's Go Crazy- prince&lt;br /&gt;8. Crazy- Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;9. Low- T-pain&lt;br /&gt;10. Cry Cry Cry- Joaquin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pheonix&lt;/span&gt;- Walk the Line Soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-8182131072036117457?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/8182131072036117457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=8182131072036117457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8182131072036117457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8182131072036117457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/basketball-baseball-sick-days-and-my.html' title='Basketball, Baseball, Sick Days and my Ipod name!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-8683808653434260059</id><published>2008-04-09T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:11:45.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMP DAY!</title><content type='html'>Well, what a week! I found out one of my favorite places ever will be closing down. It's not a place I can drive to or fly to. It's not a "physical" place. It's a message board. I know, I know- that sounds like no big deal huh? But this place is different. I have been a member for 6 years now. That's longer than I was married to my first husband! (whom I have 2 kids with!) I have met the most amazing people there! I have went to fun gatherings and laughed and cried and grew as a woman. It has really molded me into who I am now. When my Best friend in the world died, these Ya-Ya's were there to hold me up and help me through it. No matter what is going on, I know I could go there for support, advice, or even to lend MY support to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a HAPPIER note- I found my Ipod! I can't believe I lost it in the first place! I have 5 kids and each of them have an Ipod. No one has lost theirs- well, except for ME! It has been missing for about 7 months and just when I was thinking it was gone forever, I FOUND IT! What a beaty this little turquiose gem is! I have missed all the new music I had put on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So- Let's shuffle up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fat Bottom Girls-- Queen&lt;br /&gt;2.The Long Day is over-- Nora Jones&lt;br /&gt;3.click click boom--saliva&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn me on- Diana Krall and Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;5. Loosen Up Buttons- Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;6. You just call out my name- Carly Simon&lt;br /&gt;7.When the Sun Goes Down- Kenny Chesney &amp;amp; Uncle Kracker&lt;br /&gt;8. All Jacked Up- Gretchen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;9.Remember The Name- Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;10.I Walk Alone- Green Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-8683808653434260059?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/8683808653434260059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=8683808653434260059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8683808653434260059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/8683808653434260059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/hump-day.html' title='HUMP DAY!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6142709581460392116</id><published>2008-04-06T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:29:09.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work! Work! Work!</title><content type='html'>The only time we have to work outside as a family is on the weekends. My husbands work schedule prevents him from having ANY daylight time at home! That means I am the one doing all the running to the activities that all of the kids have! From volleyball lesson to baseball practice and soon games, from basketball practice and running my oldest daughter to the Vets for her internship! I study all day trying to finish school- and run all evening! AHH- the joys of parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So today we cut up a fallen tree, cut up wood, cleaned the yards and drug limbs to a brush pile! Then for a treat, after dinner we built a campfire to roast marshmallows! Okay, okay- so Murf (my husband) and I really had a "Survivor competition".  He bought some flint- one for each of us. We tied some twine a few feet off the ground. On ready, set, go; we had to run and get our materials and see who could build a fire big enough to burn through the twine the quickest! Let me tell ya- it's a lot harder to get fire with the flint than it looks! I did finally get a fire, but Murf beat me burning through the twine! The kids were standing there cheering us on too! It was a lot of fun. Then we moved the fire to the fire pit outside and sat out and listened to all the lake sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a great way to end a BUSY weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6142709581460392116?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6142709581460392116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=6142709581460392116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6142709581460392116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6142709581460392116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-work-work.html' title='Work! Work! Work!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-1752117259925129961</id><published>2008-03-06T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:31:44.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was Survivor night! All 5 of our kids gather around the living room and we watch together. We have done this for a LONG time now! They have even started pulling out the sleeper sofa and piling on there! During the final episode we even all place bets on the winner. To make it fair though, we put the names in a hat- and each kid puts a dollar in and draws a name! Well, every kids except Emily. She is WAY to tight with her money to bet it! It's so funny because every year she says, "No way! I'm not gonna lose MY money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We took out Saint Bernard, Yogi to get neutered. We had to drop him off yesterday evening and we got to pick him up this afternoon. We all missed him so much last night. It was weird not having a dog in the house. (Our older Saint Bernard died a few weeks ago) He was SO happy to see us when we picked him up. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, Emmy, was able to go back to the kennels to get him. She started an internship at the vets office last summer, so they just let her go on back. Poor guy, has just laid around all evening and has even cried a little bit! So, I cooked him up some chicken to make him feel better! :) As I type this he is fast asleep and snoring very loudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I managed to study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; this week! I should be finished with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; by the end of the month and moving on to speed building. WHOOP! GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-1752117259925129961?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/1752117259925129961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=1752117259925129961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/1752117259925129961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/1752117259925129961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-night.html' title='Family Night!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6486691299688359681</id><published>2008-03-04T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:56:23.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Woes!</title><content type='html'>We have high speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. I don't care WHAT it is, I just care HOW FAST it is. I can't stand waiting for pages to load. I can get up and go take a shower while waiting for a page to load lately! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;! We've tried calling- but we have had so much trouble, I think they are sick of hearing from us. Guess who is getting another call tomorrow? Yep!&lt;br /&gt;  I was thinking today (while waiting for a page to load) what in the world did I do before I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. Of course. you don't miss something you never had- but I was hesitant to even get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; service! Good Gravy! I'm so glad I have it now. If I don't know the answer to something, Google is always happily waiting for me to type my phrase in that lovely bar up there! It keeps me connected to other adults too. I have 5 kids- and sometimes it's so nice to turn on the laptop and talk with other adults! I have made friends all over the world with this magical square shaped wonder machine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6486691299688359681?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6486691299688359681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=6486691299688359681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6486691299688359681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6486691299688359681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/03/internet-woes.html' title='Internet Woes!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941675361227347208.post-6199148108073496935</id><published>2008-02-26T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:42:22.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog post</title><content type='html'>Okay- so this is my first time blogging. Well, I can't really say that because a little while ago I wrote out my first one, then lost it all! GRRR! It was quite clever too. I can't get it back because you just can't recreate that kinda clever folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm just starting to get over the flu. You know Moms can't get sick. Well, they can- they just can't act like they are sick! The first thing my kids say when they come in from school is, "are you feeling better yet?" I know that sounds sweet, like they are really concerned about me. It's not though. the real reason is: Are you feeling better because I need some clothes washed, I need you to cook instead of Dad, I need you to help me with my homework, I need you to run me to town....... HA! That's the real reason. I am feeling better today, but not laundry, cooking, homework, or errand running better. Poor kids- whatever are they to do? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've only read a couple of Blogs. The whole time I was thinking about starting a blog, I wondered what the heck I would write about. the other couple of blogs I have read are so creative. I know very little to nothing about this blogging thing- but I'm gonna try. Bear with me people- it may take me awhile to get the hang of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/941675361227347208-6199148108073496935?l=mandy46.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/feeds/6199148108073496935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=941675361227347208&amp;postID=6199148108073496935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6199148108073496935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/941675361227347208/posts/default/6199148108073496935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandy46.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-blog-post.html' title='My first Blog post'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08157069092046210640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qf5RW1a62Z0/R_mEx8e7EQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Qe6rUEUjuh4/S220/jamaica+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
