<?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-644314666224214078</id><updated>2012-01-06T11:11:40.990-08:00</updated><category term='Money Saving ideas'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Scrap News'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='FUNNY VIDEOS'/><category term='OUR ANIMALS'/><category term='Family Life Advise'/><category term='Flu Season'/><category term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category term='Free Giveaway'/><category term='General Gabbing'/><category term='TIP OF THE WEEK'/><category term='Parenting Ideas'/><category term='Congratulations'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Follow Me Friday'/><category term='Our Travel&apos;s'/><category term='Organize'/><category term='Work'/><category term='My Cancer Story'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='My month in Maui 2010'/><category term='Meet Me On Monday'/><category term='My month is Maui 2010'/><category term='Lake Home'/><category term='Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy Recipes'/><title type='text'>MOMMA'S SOAPBOX</title><subtitle type='html'>Wife of 23 years and a mother to four children.  We live on a lake in a small town in California.  At Momma's Soapbox you will find she uses humor to spill the beans on her life as a wife, work from home mother, taxi driver and maid.  Feeling blessed every step of the way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-861820263883248100</id><published>2011-10-06T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:52:00.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OUR ANIMALS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Home'/><title type='text'>Racoons eating my cat food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We get these nightly visitors.....&amp;nbsp; Lately we get the whole "Raccoon Family".....&amp;nbsp; Bye Bye cat food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hi1VwQTaoMs/TnuaFX8l1uI/AAAAAAAACe0/rPTsFETiXAc/s1600/IMG_0534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hi1VwQTaoMs/TnuaFX8l1uI/AAAAAAAACe0/rPTsFETiXAc/s640/IMG_0534.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorry it's a bad photo..... It's my iphone in the dark......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIDBNsYWY1c/TnuaK0EBvGI/AAAAAAAACe4/cvx9e6kQ8UE/s1600/IMG_0532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIDBNsYWY1c/TnuaK0EBvGI/AAAAAAAACe4/cvx9e6kQ8UE/s640/IMG_0532.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at those eyes......So cute yet so "Don't mess with me" all at the same time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laCz4KQ_f_Q/Tnua5xuijkI/AAAAAAAACfE/LQbX3LQjRAw/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laCz4KQ_f_Q/Tnua5xuijkI/AAAAAAAACfE/LQbX3LQjRAw/s640/IMG_0457.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is momma Raccoon......and Hunks weedeater....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdD-6k6KRYk/TnubEW5Tj2I/AAAAAAAACfI/TgGiRUtOAZ8/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdD-6k6KRYk/TnubEW5Tj2I/AAAAAAAACfI/TgGiRUtOAZ8/s640/IMG_0458.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNMCrACTC_U/TnubKonpkRI/AAAAAAAACfM/k2VFQu4zvaM/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNMCrACTC_U/TnubKonpkRI/AAAAAAAACfM/k2VFQu4zvaM/s640/IMG_0459.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another awful -quality- photo but I was zooming in with the iphone in the dark....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyehPfFELjo/TnubORSFESI/AAAAAAAACfQ/e1M93S-_GzY/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyehPfFELjo/TnubORSFESI/AAAAAAAACfQ/e1M93S-_GzY/s640/IMG_0466.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He got a little freaked out with all my photo taking and ran up in a tree.... Hunk shined the flashlight on him so I could get a photo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbGOQr_OjzY/TnubYP6_5aI/AAAAAAAACfU/KlHODqch6vc/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbGOQr_OjzY/TnubYP6_5aI/AAAAAAAACfU/KlHODqch6vc/s640/IMG_0469.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He came back and ate for awhile.....when the bowl was empty he decided to go meet up with the rest of his "gang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-861820263883248100?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/861820263883248100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/10/racoons-eating-my-cat-food.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/861820263883248100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/861820263883248100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/10/racoons-eating-my-cat-food.html' title='Racoons eating my cat food'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hi1VwQTaoMs/TnuaFX8l1uI/AAAAAAAACe0/rPTsFETiXAc/s72-c/IMG_0534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-1795567452059111620</id><published>2011-09-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T07:39:03.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>EVERYTHING IS AMAZING AND NOBODY IS HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My son called me Friday from college.&amp;nbsp; When he was home he and my daughters would spend hours (calling us in constantly) watching funny you tube video's.&amp;nbsp; Well, Friday he said there was a you tube video I just had to watch...and he wanted me to put it on and watch it while I talked to him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I laughed so hard... I honestly didn't know what to expect, figured it was something silly but this flat cracked me up...&amp;nbsp; I had to share it with Hunk when he got home...and the girls gathered round to watch it again (they watched it when I watched it the first time)...&amp;nbsp; Hunk was cracking up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think if you are "of a certain" age, it will make you laugh even more....&amp;nbsp; He's talking about all this technology we have and yet nobody is happy....it's hysterical....&amp;nbsp; And it took me back to a time, not so far ago, where things were a lot different....&amp;nbsp; It's so easy to forget how quickly technology has changed..&amp;nbsp; The cell phone (since we install and work on communications tower) is something I am aware of on a daily basis but there is so much we take for granted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hunk and I got such a laugh I just had to share with you all... (I'm like the kids... "Come in here YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/8r1CZTLk-Gk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r1CZTLk-Gk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r1CZTLk-Gk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By the way.... When my son called on Friday he had me go on my computer and he called me on FaceTime on my computer from his...Talk about technology! Was awesome to see his cute little face!&amp;nbsp; His hair is so short and he looks like he's aged a year in the last month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the video....&amp;nbsp; Is that so true or what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-1795567452059111620?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1795567452059111620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-is-amazing-and-nobody-is.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1795567452059111620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1795567452059111620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-is-amazing-and-nobody-is.html' title='EVERYTHING IS AMAZING AND NOBODY IS HAPPY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2398523335905882678</id><published>2011-09-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:59:29.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>LW MILLER-SOUTHERN MODIFIED DIVISION-MOST POPULAR DRIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InTRS0rBzY0/Tnyf0WN8doI/AAAAAAAACgY/QKYqFG88s1c/s1600/LW+winners+circle+with+Kelley" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="477" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InTRS0rBzY0/Tnyf0WN8doI/AAAAAAAACgY/QKYqFG88s1c/s640/LW+winners+circle+with+Kelley" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LW Miller and wife Kelley Earnhardt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not sure how many of you are into racing.&amp;nbsp; Those of you who follow my blog know that we are.&amp;nbsp; Well, I have a favor!&amp;nbsp; A BIG FAVOR.&amp;nbsp; A favor that would mean a lot to me....&amp;nbsp; An I'm on my knees beggin' ya type of favor....&amp;nbsp; Ok, maybe not THAT big, BUT it really would mean a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A friend of mines Hubby races in Southern Modified Division and they are voting for most popular driver right now through November 20th.&amp;nbsp; Would be so awesome if he won! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It only takes 3 clicks!&amp;nbsp; Click on&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nascar.com/news/110719/2011-southern-modified-mpd/index.html"&gt; this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Click on the name LW Miller and then click Submit.&amp;nbsp; Done!&amp;nbsp; No signing up for an account or receiving emails or coupons or any other stuff &lt;strike&gt;we just can't wait to delete.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can click&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://hometracks.nascar.com/drivers/nwsmt/lw_miller"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to see more information about LW.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Noteworthy information they have is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Married Kelley Earnhardt following the 2010 season ... Dad was a  Modified team owner for years in the northern part of the country and  fielded cars for such drivers as Brett Bodine, Satch Worley and Jimmy  Spencer … Got his own racing career started on dirt tracks in the  Pennsylvania area … Has made 13 NASCAR Nationwide Series starts and six  appearances in the NASCAR Camping World Truck Series … Started competing  in Modified cars in 1998 … Has one win (Martinsville) and 10 top 10s in  75 career NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My noteworthy information is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0xI9TLrIfg/TnyrbZNwlYI/AAAAAAAACgg/Bhos5d8E35k/s1600/LW+and+Kelley2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F0xI9TLrIfg/TnyrbZNwlYI/AAAAAAAACgg/Bhos5d8E35k/s1600/LW+and+Kelley2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LW and Kelley- Aren't they the cutest couple you have ever seen?&amp;nbsp; (Thanks for letting me use the photos Kelley!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is a stand up guy.&amp;nbsp; He is an amazing hubby to my friend.&amp;nbsp; He treats her like a princess (as he should! LOL) and he treats her daughters as if they were his own.&amp;nbsp; He is the husband we all hope our daughters will grow up and marry someday.&amp;nbsp; Because of all these things along with his talent on the racetrack it would just be AWESOME to see him win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like me doing back flips type of AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; Ok, so I can't actually do a back flip but I can do a huge jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If he wins I will so be doing this again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4iUhw1-lt0/TnyjslXTRxI/AAAAAAAACgc/fG2ozzvW5yw/s1600/Me+Jumping" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4iUhw1-lt0/TnyjslXTRxI/AAAAAAAACgc/fG2ozzvW5yw/s1600/Me+Jumping" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can vote once a day until November 20th, when the voting ends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Click&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nascar.com/news/110719/2011-southern-modified-mpd/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to vote now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks soooooo much!!!&amp;nbsp; You guys rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2398523335905882678?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2398523335905882678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/lw-miller-southern-modified-division.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2398523335905882678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2398523335905882678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/lw-miller-southern-modified-division.html' title='LW MILLER-SOUTHERN MODIFIED DIVISION-MOST POPULAR DRIVER'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InTRS0rBzY0/Tnyf0WN8doI/AAAAAAAACgY/QKYqFG88s1c/s72-c/LW+winners+circle+with+Kelley' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4282738566774303892</id><published>2011-09-20T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:38:04.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My month is Maui 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUNNY VIDEOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Travel&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>My Facebook Page Blew up from this Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This totally throws me under the bus BUT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My nephew reads stories at school (1st grade) and he has to explain how he relates to the story.&amp;nbsp; Our trip to Maui last summer I got knocked down by a wave (some of you may remember the video....I'll share again)....&amp;nbsp; So when my sweet little, adorable, love him so much I can't stand it, nephew was asked and recorded by my sister last night, how this story related to him, this is what he said.... (and she sent to it me).....&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind a story last year reminded him of this too and he told the story to his class last year.&amp;nbsp; My sister was working in the class when it was time to share the story..... She by the way was laughing to hard she was crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here is last night's video... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Please remember to scroll down on the right hand side of the page and pause the music to hear the video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ec0b2fe5a8715de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ec0b2fe5a8715de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C1FBC648EDD3336529F7BA5E2185A782FEFD09.69DDA94BAF1B8F7583D939537B1211E009475D70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ec0b2fe5a8715de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIU9QvO8CAxr8F4JqRdoxN9vk_Sk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ec0b2fe5a8715de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329992860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C1FBC648EDD3336529F7BA5E2185A782FEFD09.69DDA94BAF1B8F7583D939537B1211E009475D70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ec0b2fe5a8715de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIU9QvO8CAxr8F4JqRdoxN9vk_Sk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now what is he talking about?&amp;nbsp; Well, my sister got that on video too.&amp;nbsp; In fact I posted about it after it had happened.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who don't remember OR who just feel like a good laugh (at my expense) today&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-case-you-need-laugh-today-laugh-at.html"&gt;click here to watch&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to also say on my sisters behalf that she hates that she said OMG in the video she would want me to tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I would like to point out is the my little sister &lt;strike&gt;BLESS HER HEART&lt;/strike&gt; was laughing in both videos that she taped...&amp;nbsp; She just felt so sorry for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4282738566774303892?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4282738566774303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-facebook-page-blew-up-from-this-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4282738566774303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4282738566774303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-facebook-page-blew-up-from-this-post.html' title='My Facebook Page Blew up from this Post'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6845304380551875475</id><published>2011-09-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:00:05.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>California Lake Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think everyone needs a lake day from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hunk and the girls are always "game" for taking the boat out.&amp;nbsp; I'm usually feeling "too tired" or "not in the mood"...&amp;nbsp; But one thing is always true......every time I step up and go with them I have a great time.&amp;nbsp; It's so fun and really refreshing on a hot California summer day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you have had a long day it really helps to sip a nice glass of cold wine on the boat while you watch your Rugrats &lt;strike&gt;cry because dad pushed them in&lt;/strike&gt; kneeboard, wakeboard or just swim around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXSQyUyV-8c/TnDMiRfDgNI/AAAAAAAACeY/xFvToFWD9b8/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXSQyUyV-8c/TnDMiRfDgNI/AAAAAAAACeY/xFvToFWD9b8/s640/IMG_0361.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ahhhhh.....&amp;nbsp; Relaxation time has begun..... &lt;i&gt;Thank you Jesus for blessing me with &lt;strike&gt;wine&lt;/strike&gt; living on this lake....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PurxAIDULfI/TnDMj1D_a8I/AAAAAAAACec/_-lweiSqP9E/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PurxAIDULfI/TnDMj1D_a8I/AAAAAAAACec/_-lweiSqP9E/s640/IMG_0362.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kneeboarding anyone? I don't allow photos of my &lt;strike&gt;fat butt&lt;/strike&gt; bikini body out there kneeboarding....&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;This is just not (usually) that kind of blog&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;strike&gt;The kind where I humiliate myself&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJMFobxg6pI/TnDMr5KQXpI/AAAAAAAACeg/kFbd3pgl9dI/s1600/IMG_0363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJMFobxg6pI/TnDMr5KQXpI/AAAAAAAACeg/kFbd3pgl9dI/s640/IMG_0363.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And my Hunk is going back in the water....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I may or may not be sitting at the back of the boat enjoying my glass of wine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMcLiSdKhDA/TnDMsyHUM5I/AAAAAAAACek/qyHI_KI--ic/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMcLiSdKhDA/TnDMsyHUM5I/AAAAAAAACek/qyHI_KI--ic/s640/IMG_0364.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My little rugrat kneeboarding......&amp;nbsp; I think she could do it all night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkVX5fRpRao/TnDMtpEPiSI/AAAAAAAACeo/MWRgc0uh4nI/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkVX5fRpRao/TnDMtpEPiSI/AAAAAAAACeo/MWRgc0uh4nI/s640/IMG_0365.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Still going at it..... Little Sister sits watching for the thumbs up (go faster Dad) or the thumbs down (go slower Dad)&amp;nbsp; OR her favorite....the CRASH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since we are on a private lake it's so much more relaxing for this spazin mom because we are the only boat on the lake....&amp;nbsp; Unless the neighbor comes out, but we take turns, so we each always have the lake to ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIQG5QIDCZw/TnDM4uSd9eI/AAAAAAAACes/VGEtZBBMf8Y/s1600/IMG_0366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIQG5QIDCZw/TnDM4uSd9eI/AAAAAAAACes/VGEtZBBMf8Y/s640/IMG_0366.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After all that &lt;strike&gt;wine&lt;/strike&gt; swimming, it's time to head to the barn for a yummy Hunk bbq'd ribeye steak and Grilled Peppers and watermelon...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-6845304380551875475?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6845304380551875475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/california-lake-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6845304380551875475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6845304380551875475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/california-lake-day.html' title='California Lake Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXSQyUyV-8c/TnDMiRfDgNI/AAAAAAAACeY/xFvToFWD9b8/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6820366462478212761</id><published>2011-09-17T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:00:03.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIP OF THE WEEK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Diaper Cake for Baby Shower.  So Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkYRKyt8dCQ/TnDGG90GU2I/AAAAAAAACeQ/YlZUpfmZJVA/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkYRKyt8dCQ/TnDGG90GU2I/AAAAAAAACeQ/YlZUpfmZJVA/s640/IMG_0190.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A friend of mine was having a baby and a few of us got together and made diaper cakes for her.&amp;nbsp; This is a photo of the one I made.&amp;nbsp; It was sooo fun!&amp;nbsp; I'd never done this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0tBjSw2Jho/TnDGRtVICVI/AAAAAAAACeU/YzLgLZHUe4g/s1600/IMG_0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0tBjSw2Jho/TnDGRtVICVI/AAAAAAAACeU/YzLgLZHUe4g/s640/IMG_0191.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried to put practical stuff that she would use, but still make it look as per-ty as I could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When my friend called and asked me to come over and make diaper cakes for our other friend I was like sure!&amp;nbsp; Then she said "Costco has cases of diapers and then just get whatever theme you want...My sure went to "huh? REAL diapers? What?"&amp;nbsp; I thought she meant we were going to make cakes in the shape of diapers. Then I searched online for ideas and found out this is apparently a very common thing to make for baby showers... (I started to think how fun it would be to decorate one for bridal showers too and then I realized they probably don't need the "diapers"...well, maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I need to get out more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyone else never heard of diaper cakes?&amp;nbsp; Comfort me now people...&amp;nbsp; LIE if you must... Just kidding, you don't have to lie to make me feel better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unless you want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then you can....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you get out much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-6820366462478212761?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6820366462478212761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/diaper-cake-for-baby-shower-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6820366462478212761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6820366462478212761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/diaper-cake-for-baby-shower-so-cute.html' title='Diaper Cake for Baby Shower.  So Cute!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkYRKyt8dCQ/TnDGG90GU2I/AAAAAAAACeQ/YlZUpfmZJVA/s72-c/IMG_0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3016706479645462065</id><published>2011-09-16T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:00:02.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Conversation between Momma and College Son (lecture or support...balancing act)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F39cVzgQcQw/TnDCUOFLV6I/AAAAAAAACeM/Nkm6-Fi05Zk/s1600/Kevin+Senior+Photo" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F39cVzgQcQw/TnDCUOFLV6I/AAAAAAAACeM/Nkm6-Fi05Zk/s1600/Kevin+Senior+Photo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Hi Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Hi Sweetie!&amp;nbsp; How was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; It was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; I miss you!&amp;nbsp; I haven't heard from you for about 3 days now and I'm going into withdrawals.&amp;nbsp; I tried to NOT call so I don't bug you but it's hard!&amp;nbsp; But I'm really glad you are having fun... (telling myself not to GUILT him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Ya, I've just been busy.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'm getting used to my independence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Meaning...I haven't really missed my mommy and daddy yet.... I'm getting used to doing everything for myself and being on my own, still.&amp;nbsp; It's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; That's good.... (and here it comes I can't keep my trap shut)&amp;nbsp; BUT....I'm not used to it yet.&amp;nbsp; I birthed you and raised you for 18 years, doing stuff for you every day and then one day you are gone and not only do I not see you each day anymore I don't talk to you for 3 days and then it's because I call you.&amp;nbsp; (Now I'm thinking CRAP, PULL IT TOGETHER and be happy he is having so much fun and doing so well)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Well, normally I'd say something right now like "I can understand how you feel" but since I don't have kids I can't really say that.&amp;nbsp; But I understand what you are saying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; (Wow he handled that great, so mature....ughhhhh)&amp;nbsp; Thank you son.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong I'm sooooo happy for you and I'm really glad you are homesick and all that.&amp;nbsp; This is the time in your life that you are there to get an education but it's also time to make special memories and meet some lifelong friends..&amp;nbsp; I really am soooo happy for you.. (now it's time to get off of the phone cuz I'm a dang sap and I'm going to cry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Thanks Mom.&amp;nbsp; I am here to get a good education and that's my number one priority and I'm doing my best not to procrastinate and put things off because I know I used to do that sometimes in high school.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm doing really good.&amp;nbsp; You don't have to worry about me.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting my work done and I'm having a lot of fun..&amp;nbsp; I do stay up a lot later now though..&amp;nbsp; My sleep schedule has changed.&amp;nbsp; My roommates like to stay up.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes until 3 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; (thinking to myself SHUT UP DON'T SAY IT)...&amp;nbsp; Oh, wow.. that is a change... What are you doing until 3am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; We hang out in front of the dorm, play ping pong, Volleyball or Basketball and then we usually come back to the room and kill zombies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Kill Zombies??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; It's a video game. (He laughs like it's so obvious)&amp;nbsp; Everyone comes to our room and hangs out.&amp;nbsp; It's a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; And my classes aren't until later in the day so I can sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; (If I were his age how fun would that be?)..&amp;nbsp; That's awesome son...&amp;nbsp; Just remember to keep&amp;nbsp; up on your homework... I'd hate for you to have to come home because you started playing too much.&amp;nbsp; I have faith in you that you won't do that... I just want to make sure you understand that's what will happen if you do....Not saying you will do that, Like I said I trust you are doing the right thing AND having fun...it's a balancing act.. (SHUT UP STEPHANIE! Totally rambling..fighting myself to lecture and to support..back and forth...ughhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Ya, I understand that Mom..&amp;nbsp; I'm doing it...chuckle...don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; (I"m thinking...How did I raise such a mature boy at only 18?&amp;nbsp; I was never this mature then!&amp;nbsp; I would have been like "I KNOW MOM...gosh, get off my back....")&amp;nbsp; Awesome...&amp;nbsp; Okie Doke, I'll let you get back to your friends and homework...&amp;nbsp; I love you and can't wait to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; I love you too mom.&amp;nbsp; Talk to you later. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Bye... (hang up the phone and feel sad and proud all at the same time....then I think.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CRAP I NEED TO START DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3016706479645462065?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3016706479645462065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversation-between-momma-and-college.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3016706479645462065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3016706479645462065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversation-between-momma-and-college.html' title='Conversation between Momma and College Son (lecture or support...balancing act)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F39cVzgQcQw/TnDCUOFLV6I/AAAAAAAACeM/Nkm6-Fi05Zk/s72-c/Kevin+Senior+Photo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3539810279556055793</id><published>2011-09-15T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:00:02.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>My Popo's 91st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqEKpWDfxR0/Tmvs15vxYnI/AAAAAAAACbA/tiMwVg-DvxQ/s1600/IMG_1420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqEKpWDfxR0/Tmvs15vxYnI/AAAAAAAACbA/tiMwVg-DvxQ/s1600/IMG_1420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't he the sweetest thing you have ever seen?&amp;nbsp; My little Popo...&amp;nbsp; NINTY ONE YEARS OLD...&amp;nbsp; He has experienced so much in his life time.&amp;nbsp; And what is his favorite thing to talk about when he sees me?&amp;nbsp; How I used to push people away from him and say "This is MY Popo...NOT YOURS" when I was little...&amp;nbsp; Or how he saved me something in his lunch box each day and stopped by to give it to me....usually raisins...&amp;nbsp; I love my Popo.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;and Yes, he is my Popo NOT YOURS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....but I still thought you would enjoy seeing pictures of our fun day celebrating his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk_zSzpLTEA/Tmvs2k7xUSI/AAAAAAAACbE/RrehplRlHm8/s1600/IMG_1421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk_zSzpLTEA/Tmvs2k7xUSI/AAAAAAAACbE/RrehplRlHm8/s1600/IMG_1421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love you PoPo.&amp;nbsp; So many fun memories...&amp;nbsp; Loved when he would would be at his house and he would point something out and said "Well, now, it's way over yonder".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEkqPLf1XYs/Tmvs7D2ohLI/AAAAAAAACbg/KnoZcqiaCF0/s1600/IMG_1430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEkqPLf1XYs/Tmvs7D2ohLI/AAAAAAAACbg/KnoZcqiaCF0/s1600/IMG_1430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MY MOMMA with her Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-pilWMPgZA/Tmvs7xpspvI/AAAAAAAACbk/ubir2DRCBmo/s1600/IMG_1432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-pilWMPgZA/Tmvs7xpspvI/AAAAAAAACbk/ubir2DRCBmo/s1600/IMG_1432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousin Kimbo with her Popo.... (Yes, he is hers too, I learned to share)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfZuX55tSM8/Tmvs8rEdA8I/AAAAAAAACbo/idx_9gf4vLM/s1600/IMG_1433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfZuX55tSM8/Tmvs8rEdA8I/AAAAAAAACbo/idx_9gf4vLM/s1600/IMG_1433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Aunt Bev (Kimbo's Mamma) and her Daddy... Popo's eyes are closed but in his defense I was having a line up of people to take photos... and he LOVED every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyDBmBPy5mU/Tmvs9FIV7UI/AAAAAAAACbs/BSPCtKPzpr4/s1600/IMG_1434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyDBmBPy5mU/Tmvs9FIV7UI/AAAAAAAACbs/BSPCtKPzpr4/s1600/IMG_1434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Aunt Connie and her Daddy... Eyes closed again (sorry Popo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p0NuduQx9s/Tmvs91UzKpI/AAAAAAAACbw/sHPonXzej84/s1600/IMG_1435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p0NuduQx9s/Tmvs91UzKpI/AAAAAAAACbw/sHPonXzej84/s1600/IMG_1435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Cousin Kelli and her Papa....(If she calls him Papa and I call him Popo does that still mean I can tell her "He's MY Popo, not yours?"....&amp;nbsp; Kidding.... I really can share... ) Oh and my cousin Kelli is Prego...so excited to add another baby to the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljv3D2Kj9KM/TmvtD-S-XyI/AAAAAAAACb0/wiB0Kkj-_SQ/s1600/IMG_1436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljv3D2Kj9KM/TmvtD-S-XyI/AAAAAAAACb0/wiB0Kkj-_SQ/s1600/IMG_1436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's ME and MY POPO------- NOT YOURS... (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3539810279556055793?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3539810279556055793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-popos-91st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3539810279556055793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3539810279556055793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-popos-91st-birthday.html' title='My Popo&apos;s 91st Birthday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqEKpWDfxR0/Tmvs15vxYnI/AAAAAAAACbA/tiMwVg-DvxQ/s72-c/IMG_1420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4621123156817831601</id><published>2011-09-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T03:00:17.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>My Rugrat moves to college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TunmMITLcDU/Tmvt_OKVa0I/AAAAAAAACb4/JYiG7-Ml440/s1600/IMG_1439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TunmMITLcDU/Tmvt_OKVa0I/AAAAAAAACb4/JYiG7-Ml440/s1600/IMG_1439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are at the hotel and getting ready to take him to move into his dorm...&amp;nbsp; He humors me with a photo....&lt;i&gt;Yes, son, you really do have to stand there and let me take this photo... I'll be gone in 2 days, suck it up..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yC5rwsKaumo/TmvuAa4oSYI/AAAAAAAACcA/jxv86zEj7Hc/s1600/IMG_1441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yC5rwsKaumo/TmvuAa4oSYI/AAAAAAAACcA/jxv86zEj7Hc/s1600/IMG_1441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hunk and my rugrat!&amp;nbsp; They are tired of my photo taking already.&amp;nbsp; Hunk kept saying "this is a photo of the last time we stood together at the door of the hotel before you moved to Biola"... Punks...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xmBy_PC3-4/TmvuBITomEI/AAAAAAAACcE/Kk3kOEVaeVY/s1600/IMG_1442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xmBy_PC3-4/TmvuBITomEI/AAAAAAAACcE/Kk3kOEVaeVY/s1600/IMG_1442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Rugrats dorm!&amp;nbsp; Sniff....Sniff......Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfxLlnwwKrg/TmvuCzsOnLI/AAAAAAAACcM/dNNeDEdU4SE/s1600/IMG_1444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfxLlnwwKrg/TmvuCzsOnLI/AAAAAAAACcM/dNNeDEdU4SE/s1600/IMG_1444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought these balloons were so cool.....&amp;nbsp; It doesn't take much to excite me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln_HJckH5M8/TmvuDti4a_I/AAAAAAAACcQ/2uYza62YC2Q/s1600/IMG_1445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln_HJckH5M8/TmvuDti4a_I/AAAAAAAACcQ/2uYza62YC2Q/s1600/IMG_1445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hunk walking towards the middle of campus.....&amp;nbsp; Snap....Snap...&amp;nbsp; Where is my rugrat you ask? Oh, he is in his dorm &lt;strike&gt;ditching me&lt;/strike&gt; getting unpacked and bonding with his roommates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RePFVJpm_4/TmvuEFDni-I/AAAAAAAACcU/2zSEBJuWIWA/s1600/IMG_1446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RePFVJpm_4/TmvuEFDni-I/AAAAAAAACcU/2zSEBJuWIWA/s1600/IMG_1446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_or8KXvBmFA/TmvuE5VdH0I/AAAAAAAACcY/_hyGgiu5wpw/s1600/IMG_1447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_or8KXvBmFA/TmvuE5VdH0I/AAAAAAAACcY/_hyGgiu5wpw/s1600/IMG_1447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is "The Caf"....&amp;nbsp; I must admit they have awesome food!&amp;nbsp; It is run by Bon Appetit...&amp;nbsp; Sooo good.&amp;nbsp; "The Caf" alone is reason enough for me to visit.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lILxyFoqzn8/TmvuGWu2CdI/AAAAAAAACcg/qWMf30pDmaE/s1600/IMG_1449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lILxyFoqzn8/TmvuGWu2CdI/AAAAAAAACcg/qWMf30pDmaE/s1600/IMG_1449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And they are still making fun of me, with the sad face.... YES I'M STRUGGLING HERE LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.... Boys don't get us girls do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egNGW9ZF6tM/TmvuHFe4L6I/AAAAAAAACck/Y7WZVZ8q7gk/s1600/IMG_1450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egNGW9ZF6tM/TmvuHFe4L6I/AAAAAAAACck/Y7WZVZ8q7gk/s1600/IMG_1450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, now a smile.... Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oh1C1vGgPM/TmvuH2ZrflI/AAAAAAAACco/fodPfGkS_0E/s1600/IMG_1451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oh1C1vGgPM/TmvuH2ZrflI/AAAAAAAACco/fodPfGkS_0E/s1600/IMG_1451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ask them to pretend like they like each other and this is what they give me....&amp;nbsp; I'll take it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3GBgBV3-Ls/TmvuIoMGpWI/AAAAAAAACcs/kyIFRyip5MU/s1600/IMG_1452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3GBgBV3-Ls/TmvuIoMGpWI/AAAAAAAACcs/kyIFRyip5MU/s1600/IMG_1452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then they give me this....&amp;nbsp; You know they wanted to do it anyway but had to be manly about it and act like it's because I insisted on a photo with affection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3rpjjm_Nrw/TmvuJUcvXLI/AAAAAAAACcw/5TuxMy_yz68/s1600/IMG_1453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3rpjjm_Nrw/TmvuJUcvXLI/AAAAAAAACcw/5TuxMy_yz68/s1600/IMG_1453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My turn.....I don't want to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HraRO_1ZnNE/TmvuKI5UTiI/AAAAAAAACc0/yYuzGM_ISuE/s1600/IMG_1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HraRO_1ZnNE/TmvuKI5UTiI/AAAAAAAACc0/yYuzGM_ISuE/s1600/IMG_1454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Give your Momma a kiss rugrat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQD7J6aBNz0/TmvuKzl-XaI/AAAAAAAACc4/aWWLDyE9wlU/s1600/IMG_1455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQD7J6aBNz0/TmvuKzl-XaI/AAAAAAAACc4/aWWLDyE9wlU/s1600/IMG_1455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fine then.... I'll just TAKE ONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been at Biola University for about a month now and he is absolutely having the time of his life.&amp;nbsp; He has made some great friends and is enjoying his independence.&amp;nbsp; He really likes all of his professors and says that they make class very interesting.&amp;nbsp; They are so passionate about what they are teaching that it makes you want to learn it too.&amp;nbsp; He's already had a few papers to write and lots of reading but he's enjoying it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone off campus with friends a few times to Orange County's Labor Day weekend Festival in Irvine and to friends homes, who live nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm having a hard time adjusting to him not being here in our home everyday it does make it easier knowing that he is loving it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND he had two dates in one night!&amp;nbsp; Sound like a player at this Christian University?&amp;nbsp; It's not as it sounds.... I was proud of him....&amp;nbsp; A girl came up to him as he was walking to "The Caf" for dinner and she mentioned that she thought she was probably going to have to eat alone... (He says to me as he is telling the story.."I wasn't sure if that was a hint or not".... YOU THINK SON!) So he asked if she wanted to eat with him and she said yes....&amp;nbsp; As he leaves "The Caf" and heads for his dorm another girl (who he knew) stopped him and asked if he would eat dinner with her because she didn't want to eat alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Did you go with her to?&lt;br /&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; Yeah, ....&lt;i&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Are you serious!?&amp;nbsp; You ATE AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; NO, I didn't EAT again, I just went back in and sat with her while she ate..&lt;br /&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Did you have to pay again to go back in "The Caf"?&lt;br /&gt;Rugrat:&amp;nbsp; No, they do the honor system and hold your id and trust that you won't eat when you say you aren't going to eat and then gave me my id back when I left.&lt;br /&gt;Momma:&amp;nbsp; Wow, TRUST ....HONOR SYSTEM...&amp;nbsp; I knew I loved that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my rugrat is having the time of my life..... Making new friends.... playing Volleyball, Ping Pong and Basketball....&amp;nbsp; (which he NEVER PLAYS....he is a wrestler and that's always been the extent of it)....&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of him for stepping out of his comfort zone and joining in with his new friends.&amp;nbsp; I asked if he was enjoying Volleyball and he said "Ya, it's fun....I suck at it.... Let's just say when the ball comes to me, the game starts over......but it's a lot of fun, and everyone just laughs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear stories like these of all the fun he is having, it's hard to wish he was home.&amp;nbsp; Instead I miss him but I'm so grateful that he is having the time of his life and making memories that will last a life time and getting an great education at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one with all these emotions when it's time to cut the apron strings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I held it together when I said goodbye.&amp;nbsp; He kept looking me hard in the eyes trying to catch a glimpse of tears.&amp;nbsp; I held them back...&amp;nbsp; I said goodbye and I loved him and I walked to get in the car leaving Hunk there to say his goodbyes.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I sat in the seat and the door closed I burst into an unctrollable sob...&amp;nbsp; Honestly it made the "ugly cry" a beautiful sound..&amp;nbsp; It was from the gut.&amp;nbsp; A cry that had so much held in emotion...&amp;nbsp; The cry that says "I'm letting go".&amp;nbsp; I've raised him to grow up and be a man of integrity and honor and to make it on his own. ..... Now is that time and I have to let go and trust the parenting we did and trust that God will watch over him and trust him...&amp;nbsp; It was a cry of happiness for him and a cry of a baby being pulled out of his mothers arms....only I had to "let go"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a mixed emotions "momma" year for me.... My oldest Rugrat getting married and my 2nd oldest rugrat flying the coop for college...&amp;nbsp; I have an awesome relationship with my boys and no matter where they are they know they can call their Momma and I will be there for them.....and what is even more awesome than that.....Is that I know that no matter where I am....I can call them and they will be there for ME...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've raised men of integrity.... I couldn't be more proud of either of them.&amp;nbsp; Though they have been tearful times in my life I'm so blessed to be here and see them happen.&amp;nbsp; When I was diagnosed with cancer 6 years ago, I never thought I'd be here to see either of these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSED....that is what I am....I love you "Gooser" and "Baby Brother".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4621123156817831601?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4621123156817831601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-rugrat-moves-to-college.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4621123156817831601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4621123156817831601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-rugrat-moves-to-college.html' title='My Rugrat moves to college'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TunmMITLcDU/Tmvt_OKVa0I/AAAAAAAACb4/JYiG7-Ml440/s72-c/IMG_1439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-777288988041068533</id><published>2011-09-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:00:07.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OUR ANIMALS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>Bambi in my front yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJFpHG1l7sQ/TmvutJVEMEI/AAAAAAAACdA/i1P_VB3nevQ/s1600/IMG_1458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJFpHG1l7sQ/TmvutJVEMEI/AAAAAAAACdA/i1P_VB3nevQ/s1600/IMG_1458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I &lt;strike&gt;crawl&lt;/strike&gt; jump out of bed in the morning and head for my coffee pot it always puts a smile on my face when I look out my slider and see this b-e-a-utiful scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3XEpNzG3tc/TmvutwJuZ0I/AAAAAAAACdE/MKoxiY0kxVc/s1600/IMG_1459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3XEpNzG3tc/TmvutwJuZ0I/AAAAAAAACdE/MKoxiY0kxVc/s1600/IMG_1459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aren't they adorable??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzlcjw_nho0/TmvuuY7V9xI/AAAAAAAACdI/pGNDR_t-TWI/s1600/IMG_1460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzlcjw_nho0/TmvuuY7V9xI/AAAAAAAACdI/pGNDR_t-TWI/s1600/IMG_1460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma and baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o4wg0XLvqEw/TmvuvMCnaDI/AAAAAAAACdM/GEJO1yWVeFU/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o4wg0XLvqEw/TmvuvMCnaDI/AAAAAAAACdM/GEJO1yWVeFU/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just can't stop taking pictures of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHXTnt7XplM/Tmvuv_rhOKI/AAAAAAAACdQ/dee-2iEpIBc/s1600/IMG_1462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHXTnt7XplM/Tmvuv_rhOKI/AAAAAAAACdQ/dee-2iEpIBc/s1600/IMG_1462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfeDe7F03UQ/TmvuwcigRwI/AAAAAAAACdU/Q5RKKDLL-XU/s1600/IMG_1463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfeDe7F03UQ/TmvuwcigRwI/AAAAAAAACdU/Q5RKKDLL-XU/s1600/IMG_1463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How precious is that????&amp;nbsp; I had to step out onto the porch to get a closer look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b75nMJ2Bcs0/TmvuxF9U2lI/AAAAAAAACdY/rEMZW6X0IJk/s1600/IMG_1464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b75nMJ2Bcs0/TmvuxF9U2lI/AAAAAAAACdY/rEMZW6X0IJk/s1600/IMG_1464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1yrvsEp9BM/TmvuxhjzM6I/AAAAAAAACdc/mRqpWVOBKic/s1600/IMG_1465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xbJNnWFIb0/Tmvuzf439QI/AAAAAAAACdo/_w0Fia-GUXo/s1600/IMG_1468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xbJNnWFIb0/Tmvuzf439QI/AAAAAAAACdo/_w0Fia-GUXo/s1600/IMG_1468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-BKsmz7008/Tmvu0Ar1F6I/AAAAAAAACds/_iDspsSM2E0/s1600/IMG_1469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-BKsmz7008/Tmvu0Ar1F6I/AAAAAAAACds/_iDspsSM2E0/s1600/IMG_1469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BbATuMVTcM/Tmvu08w4daI/AAAAAAAACdw/l56Ewz_fFLY/s1600/IMG_1470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BbATuMVTcM/Tmvu08w4daI/AAAAAAAACdw/l56Ewz_fFLY/s1600/IMG_1470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UN1666WS5o/Tmvu1joHLBI/AAAAAAAACd0/-mcJnAK6rK4/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UN1666WS5o/Tmvu1joHLBI/AAAAAAAACd0/-mcJnAK6rK4/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you see him peaking at me around the rock?&amp;nbsp; He's like "Oh crud! Someone is on that patio!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoU0Pt9OpuU/Tmvu2Vx3_vI/AAAAAAAACd4/tRIuTZ_ZAAo/s1600/IMG_1472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoU0Pt9OpuU/Tmvu2Vx3_vI/AAAAAAAACd4/tRIuTZ_ZAAo/s1600/IMG_1472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He went back behind the rock and then peeked around the other side of the rock at me...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td9AvsDmzTU/Tmvu3EJbM-I/AAAAAAAACd8/jRiA7-PP5WE/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td9AvsDmzTU/Tmvu3EJbM-I/AAAAAAAACd8/jRiA7-PP5WE/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oayy1khoyUg/Tmvu33lEEqI/AAAAAAAACeA/Z6VIqGFyXUc/s1600/IMG_1474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oayy1khoyUg/Tmvu33lEEqI/AAAAAAAACeA/Z6VIqGFyXUc/s1600/IMG_1474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, sweetie, I'm still watching you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vbt44zmt7s/Tmvu4ieIXaI/AAAAAAAACeE/WH4ZIw9_OYA/s1600/IMG_1475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vbt44zmt7s/Tmvu4ieIXaI/AAAAAAAACeE/WH4ZIw9_OYA/s1600/IMG_1475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He realized I'm harmless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feel so blessed to live in the mountains where I get to see all God's creatures roaming around....&lt;strike&gt;Except when it's a bear in my backyard or a mountain lion at my tank house then I freak a little&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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yard'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJFpHG1l7sQ/TmvutJVEMEI/AAAAAAAACdA/i1P_VB3nevQ/s72-c/IMG_1458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3417639140684266655</id><published>2011-06-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:32:36.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Travel&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Vail, Colorado</title><content type='html'>Some more photos of our trip to Vail, Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left my sisters house it was raining...I'm like......June? Really? The weather has been so crazy this year!&amp;nbsp; It's almost July and it was raining in California today.&amp;nbsp; Hope it's good weather tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; We fly back home tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I was talking about Vail.......&amp;nbsp; It is soooooooooo worth the trip!!&amp;nbsp; Do not however get a haircut there without double checking the price!!&amp;nbsp; Holy Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37ylsnVIMxQ/TgpcADoKxyI/AAAAAAAACZw/0Dgxuo_t5Rg/s1600/_MG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37ylsnVIMxQ/TgpcADoKxyI/AAAAAAAACZw/0Dgxuo_t5Rg/s1600/_MG_0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So beautiful....&amp;nbsp; I was driving (of course cuz I'm a SPAZ BACKSEAT DRIVER and my sister doesn't like to drive in the mountains!!) but my sister was snapping photos!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtVJn16AZ30/TgpcHiKEaFI/AAAAAAAACZ0/qJcAfYRkVa4/s1600/_MG_9920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtVJn16AZ30/TgpcHiKEaFI/AAAAAAAACZ0/qJcAfYRkVa4/s1600/_MG_9920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The closer we got to Vail it started to look a lot more like Christmas (in June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ025BWfZhw/TgpcJacM0DI/AAAAAAAACZ4/nR7QucUL58o/s1600/_MG_9924bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ025BWfZhw/TgpcJacM0DI/AAAAAAAACZ4/nR7QucUL58o/s1600/_MG_9924bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids have been holding their breath through tunnels since we have been here but this one was loooooonnnngg....... no way they could do it.... But they tried.&amp;nbsp; ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Em_HuIOKiSE/TgpcKh2RAvI/AAAAAAAACZ8/zD5oz27k3OM/s1600/_MG_9926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Em_HuIOKiSE/TgpcKh2RAvI/AAAAAAAACZ8/zD5oz27k3OM/s1600/_MG_9926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came out the other side of the tunnel to it SNOWING!!&amp;nbsp; It was crazy.&amp;nbsp; So much fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75q3OmwDfZM/TgpcMi9g5xI/AAAAAAAACaA/gMbyFvbAiVk/s1600/_MG_9990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75q3OmwDfZM/TgpcMi9g5xI/AAAAAAAACaA/gMbyFvbAiVk/s1600/_MG_9990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK07odoAeKI/TgpbpwquhbI/AAAAAAAACZQ/z2PQnbrJJDQ/s1600/_MG_9980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK07odoAeKI/TgpbpwquhbI/AAAAAAAACZQ/z2PQnbrJJDQ/s1600/_MG_9980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful views all the way in and WE MADE IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FChBvB66DY/Tgpbr-HgqRI/AAAAAAAACZU/cqQinZG2CQ0/s1600/_MG_9981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FChBvB66DY/Tgpbr-HgqRI/AAAAAAAACZU/cqQinZG2CQ0/s1600/_MG_9981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ynkc3B0Nc/Tgpbtc1npgI/AAAAAAAACZY/i0Z90B_2rU8/s1600/_MG_9974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ynkc3B0Nc/Tgpbtc1npgI/AAAAAAAACZY/i0Z90B_2rU8/s1600/_MG_9974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed at the Lodge at Vail and it's location was PERFECT!!!&amp;nbsp; We just walked out the back door right into the village.&amp;nbsp; Lot's of shops and restaurants. &lt;strike&gt;YES,it's so all about the food&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOWTwM-MF4g/TgpbyR0izGI/AAAAAAAACZc/CjuWmuuxgXs/s1600/_MG_9944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOWTwM-MF4g/TgpbyR0izGI/AAAAAAAACZc/CjuWmuuxgXs/s1600/_MG_9944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our kitchen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHzRBdLISvE/Tgpb0sJF0zI/AAAAAAAACZg/ZeDUa226wiM/s1600/_MG_9942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHzRBdLISvE/Tgpb0sJF0zI/AAAAAAAACZg/ZeDUa226wiM/s1600/_MG_9942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another shot showing part of the living room and the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; We had a real wood burning fireplace but we never used it. We had one bedroom with two twin beds and a bathroom downstairs and upstairs were two bedrooms. One with two queen size beds and a bathroom and one with a king size bed and a bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Was perfect for going with kids or a group of adults.&amp;nbsp; They also have two pools and a great restaurant.&amp;nbsp; I've never in my life had eggs so fluffy that they actually melt in your mouth!&amp;nbsp; We sat out on the patio and enjoyed the great weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xadUVkS0YeE/Tgpb5FJzXyI/AAAAAAAACZk/4qoQlTUeZNw/s1600/_MG_9933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xadUVkS0YeE/Tgpb5FJzXyI/AAAAAAAACZk/4qoQlTUeZNw/s1600/_MG_9933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our view from our balcony.&amp;nbsp; It looked down on the village.&amp;nbsp; It had a few chairs out there to kick back and &lt;strike&gt;people watch &lt;/strike&gt;relax in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QKb2aP-_NA/Tgpb8yGBDmI/AAAAAAAACZo/v_xOuYcrE5U/s1600/vail-colorado-lifestyle-photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QKb2aP-_NA/Tgpb8yGBDmI/AAAAAAAACZo/v_xOuYcrE5U/s1600/vail-colorado-lifestyle-photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuXZ3L5ZfDU/Tgpb-Xc-BAI/AAAAAAAACZs/i_R13CRBiA4/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuXZ3L5ZfDU/Tgpb-Xc-BAI/AAAAAAAACZs/i_R13CRBiA4/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew and my son and youngest rugrat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time!&amp;nbsp; It was different going in the summer and&amp;nbsp;with the rugrats this time&amp;nbsp;and also during the fall the color is very beautiful here.&amp;nbsp; You can go&lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/vail-colorado-let-sister-trip-begin.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see my last trip there.&amp;nbsp; We had a blast!! &amp;nbsp;BUT Vail is fun and beautiful anytime of the year and with or without children.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking maybe Christmas??&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunk told me I'm already planning my next vacation while I'm still on a vacation....but I LOVE to travel!!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm all over the place in my head.....always searching for great&amp;nbsp;places to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where should we go next???&amp;nbsp; Where is your favorite vacation spot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Momma~﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3417639140684266655?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3417639140684266655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/vail-colorado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3417639140684266655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3417639140684266655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/vail-colorado.html' title='Vail, Colorado'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37ylsnVIMxQ/TgpcADoKxyI/AAAAAAAACZw/0Dgxuo_t5Rg/s72-c/_MG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4626037040562834439</id><published>2011-06-26T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:03:15.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR YEAR IS MAKING ME HAVE "SENIOR MOMENTS"</title><content type='html'>Who woulda thunk it?&amp;nbsp; Yesterday he was starting Kindergarten and today graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-povefsJguOw/TgenMwox2eI/AAAAAAAACYg/N9fQsLMTlLE/s1600/_MG_7527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-povefsJguOw/TgenMwox2eI/AAAAAAAACYg/N9fQsLMTlLE/s1600/_MG_7527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Hunk! I love you too.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea he was doing this.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;what a shock that he would do such a thing!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is tradition.&amp;nbsp; I took a roll of toilet paper with me to my oldest sons graduation.&amp;nbsp; I now have to make sure I embarrass them all equally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1nrl-vL4eU/TgenOPf0QeI/AAAAAAAACYk/6DIKPnqAYh0/s1600/_MG_7559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1nrl-vL4eU/TgenOPf0QeI/AAAAAAAACYk/6DIKPnqAYh0/s1600/_MG_7559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCHLzi2X3Ik/TgenPXqhaXI/AAAAAAAACYo/k27tixhEoRc/s1600/_MG_7561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCHLzi2X3Ik/TgenPXqhaXI/AAAAAAAACYo/k27tixhEoRc/s1600/_MG_7561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how the score board has the graduating year on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDRNDtdUXoc/TgenQ4omnbI/AAAAAAAACYs/oZ6EYSz2RvQ/s1600/_MG_7585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDRNDtdUXoc/TgenQ4omnbI/AAAAAAAACYs/oZ6EYSz2RvQ/s1600/_MG_7585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet &lt;strike&gt;baby&lt;/strike&gt; boy accepting his diploma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9veQKrmAbw0/TgenSLUiiPI/AAAAAAAACYw/Swe4B8aLCcY/s1600/_MG_7601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9veQKrmAbw0/TgenSLUiiPI/AAAAAAAACYw/Swe4B8aLCcY/s1600/_MG_7601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlkcxBiPaL4/TgenTc4m9PI/AAAAAAAACY0/8WOPobRd3fE/s1600/_MG_7610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlkcxBiPaL4/TgenTc4m9PI/AAAAAAAACY0/8WOPobRd3fE/s1600/_MG_7610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AHVS2V2hmA/TgenUP4JTeI/AAAAAAAACY4/J9B_W2YRL6o/s1600/_MG_7629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AHVS2V2hmA/TgenUP4JTeI/AAAAAAAACY4/J9B_W2YRL6o/s1600/_MG_7629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew takes issue with load noises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2XEYi-Bo8/TgenU2q_ZdI/AAAAAAAACY8/F_vIRsLmuL8/s1600/_MG_7640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2XEYi-Bo8/TgenU2q_ZdI/AAAAAAAACY8/F_vIRsLmuL8/s1600/_MG_7640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone behind us popped these confetti things it was so awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpHjnuIi2es/TgenV_PEBwI/AAAAAAAACZA/iavnVccRiQ8/s1600/_MG_7660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpHjnuIi2es/TgenV_PEBwI/AAAAAAAACZA/iavnVccRiQ8/s1600/_MG_7660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Class of 2011......&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMuj0HepMoM/TgenXE_uduI/AAAAAAAACZE/r1wXwy0hjok/s1600/_MG_7726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMuj0HepMoM/TgenXE_uduI/AAAAAAAACZE/r1wXwy0hjok/s1600/_MG_7726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big brother was very happy for his little brother...&amp;nbsp; Love these two &lt;strike&gt;babies&lt;/strike&gt; so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcFPLfuybjM/TgenYM4-2MI/AAAAAAAACZI/BOvuAlxSugc/s1600/_MG_7731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcFPLfuybjM/TgenYM4-2MI/AAAAAAAACZI/BOvuAlxSugc/s1600/_MG_7731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of my four&amp;nbsp; Rugrats!&amp;nbsp; Miss Sassy Pants Sister was off visiting with all of her friends that were there.&amp;nbsp; Teenagers! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrdDJ1LLMp8/TgenYsfVHrI/AAAAAAAACZM/TPAxKpeF8Ng/s1600/_MG_7733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrdDJ1LLMp8/TgenYsfVHrI/AAAAAAAACZM/TPAxKpeF8Ng/s1600/_MG_7733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful baby girl. She was so excited to pretend "she" was graduating with her big brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4NMzoIjBeVQ/TgaovXXoRlI/AAAAAAAACYU/ZMMlvswCjq8/s1600/kevin-senior-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4NMzoIjBeVQ/TgaovXXoRlI/AAAAAAAACYU/ZMMlvswCjq8/s1600/kevin-senior-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here area couple of senior portraits my sister took on our property.&amp;nbsp; It was the day after my son stayed up all night at the "Sober Graduation" party so he was very tired but we &lt;strike&gt;threatened him with his life&lt;/strike&gt; talked him into taking a few photos for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn_fVUs2j8w/TgaowVQjdKI/AAAAAAAACYY/uvh3bLfbMyE/s1600/kevin-senior-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn_fVUs2j8w/TgaowVQjdKI/AAAAAAAACYY/uvh3bLfbMyE/s1600/kevin-senior-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby boy....hard to believe he is &lt;strike&gt;abandoning me like he doesn't need me anymore&lt;/strike&gt; leaving for college soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we spent two days&amp;nbsp;at Biola University.&amp;nbsp; WOW....&amp;nbsp; Loved it.&amp;nbsp; But more importantly our son LOVED it.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;was so excited and worried at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Excited that he felt he has a good chance of being accepted there and worried that he wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several activities going on while we were there.&amp;nbsp; Meetings and dinners and lunch for the parents and meetings and classes and dinners and lunches for the kids.&amp;nbsp; Our son got to stay the night in a dorm with a current Biola student and had a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to attend Chapel service and be surrounded my thousands of students singing out praises to the Lord.&amp;nbsp; What a humbling moment.&amp;nbsp; It brought tears to my eyes.&amp;nbsp; We knew that if this is where our son is meant to attend college then it would happen.....&amp;nbsp; I know "he" feels it is the University he belongs at.&amp;nbsp; In fact I think he would have been thrilled to have moved right in and started school on our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for us?&amp;nbsp; Another son moving out of the house.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biola is about 4 to 4.5 hours away from us so it is close enough to be able to visit and I already found&amp;nbsp;a nice little hotel about 2 miles away that has a mini kitchen living room and bedroom set up....&amp;nbsp; Hunk already told our son "This will be your mom's new home away from home,&amp;nbsp;when you attend Biola".....&amp;nbsp; I'm certain he is correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so busy with helping him with college forms and applications and tours and testing schedules was starting to make my head spin.&amp;nbsp; Not only because of all that needs to be done but because of the emotional side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go isn't the easiest thing for a Momma to do.&amp;nbsp; On one hand I am so proud of him and can't wait to see what he does in this big ol' world.&amp;nbsp; I know he will do great things.&amp;nbsp; He has so much ambition and drive...... BUT on the other hand I still see him as my little boy running around the backyard with snot running down both nostrils and some sort of food in each fist.&amp;nbsp; I guess that will always be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also made me realize that I will only have two rugrats left at home AND both of those rugrats will be in junior high.&amp;nbsp; I know in the blink of an eye we will be preparing to send them off for college and then it will just be Hunk and I left at home........and probably some grandrats running around by then! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your babies close, let those little moments, like snot and double fisted eating, get burned into your memories...........before you know it they will graduate and head off to college or off to work and a wife...&amp;nbsp; It truly feels like it all happened in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunk..........&lt;strike&gt;You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; We&amp;nbsp;are gettin' old buddy...Our Rugrats are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to have some more Rugrats.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that would ease the pain I have in my heart. Fill it with the &lt;strike&gt;sleepless nights, thousands of diaper changes&lt;/strike&gt; love&amp;nbsp;that comes with having a new baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4626037040562834439?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4626037040562834439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/senior-year-is-making-me-have-senior.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4626037040562834439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4626037040562834439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/senior-year-is-making-me-have-senior.html' title='SENIOR YEAR IS MAKING ME HAVE &quot;SENIOR MOMENTS&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-povefsJguOw/TgenMwox2eI/AAAAAAAACYg/N9fQsLMTlLE/s72-c/_MG_7527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7017762984641184020</id><published>2011-06-25T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:34:36.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>OUR VISIT TO COLORADO- VAIL AND MOUNT EVANS</title><content type='html'>The day after my sons wedding my girls flew back with my sister, her hubby and son to Colorado.&amp;nbsp; They went up to Mount Evans.&amp;nbsp; My oldest daughter (thinking it's summer time and being a California girl) only brought shorts... And did I mention she has no fat on her tiny body...........&lt;em&gt;If she wasn't 13 and my daughter I may not like her for that&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;strike&gt;NOT&lt;/strike&gt; JUST KIDDING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her lack of body fat and lack of proper clothing AND elevation level her lips were BLUE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CBzM006H_Q/TgZlNdv_IKI/AAAAAAAACXI/2vRUP5JNjqE/s1600/_MG_9241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CBzM006H_Q/TgZlNdv_IKI/AAAAAAAACXI/2vRUP5JNjqE/s1600/_MG_9241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDChvbQOwPQ/TgZlOAbbWQI/AAAAAAAACXM/qAlen31CbG4/s1600/_MG_9268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDChvbQOwPQ/TgZlOAbbWQI/AAAAAAAACXM/qAlen31CbG4/s1600/_MG_9268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMPkPdNWo4Q/TgZlO3exmiI/AAAAAAAACXQ/n2a1bpkrCv4/s1600/_MG_9248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMPkPdNWo4Q/TgZlO3exmiI/AAAAAAAACXQ/n2a1bpkrCv4/s1600/_MG_9248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister, my girls, my nephew and my brother in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUMJRLg6-1U/TgZlQrNiYTI/AAAAAAAACXU/KNsoDxO2-r4/s1600/_MG_9271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUMJRLg6-1U/TgZlQrNiYTI/AAAAAAAACXU/KNsoDxO2-r4/s1600/_MG_9271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it beautiful!!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXLicw1oeoY/TgZlScjYkmI/AAAAAAAACXc/tlu5-V26tLc/s1600/_MG_9297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXLicw1oeoY/TgZlScjYkmI/AAAAAAAACXc/tlu5-V26tLc/s1600/_MG_9297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE waterfalls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E43IHlI2GTM/TgZlTc46GGI/AAAAAAAACXg/Qxxe9t46f04/s1600/_MG_9310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E43IHlI2GTM/TgZlTc46GGI/AAAAAAAACXg/Qxxe9t46f04/s1600/_MG_9310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward to the next day and back down to Denver elevation and the weather was a bit nicer so my brother in-law and sister set up the slip-n-slide for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bnkg40_O8g/TgZlUcVZpHI/AAAAAAAACXk/2lve4BEvYHc/s1600/_MG_9383_0548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bnkg40_O8g/TgZlUcVZpHI/AAAAAAAACXk/2lve4BEvYHc/s1600/_MG_9383_0548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDC2TbvuPCM/TgZlVWN9UVI/AAAAAAAACXo/oFQkzhcZwWs/s1600/_MG_9384_0549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDC2TbvuPCM/TgZlVWN9UVI/AAAAAAAACXo/oFQkzhcZwWs/s1600/_MG_9384_0549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Gv6TL5BGI/TgZlWX0LIjI/AAAAAAAACXs/awt2xZTdaY4/s1600/_MG_9392_0550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Gv6TL5BGI/TgZlWX0LIjI/AAAAAAAACXs/awt2xZTdaY4/s1600/_MG_9392_0550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prrLjN4ri1A/TgZlaEef8GI/AAAAAAAACX8/bgyy7iHJZ7E/s1600/_MG_9526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prrLjN4ri1A/TgZlaEef8GI/AAAAAAAACX8/bgyy7iHJZ7E/s1600/_MG_9526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they played ball with their cousin and uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIIr9nTrEyM/TgZlbjBn6TI/AAAAAAAACYA/F6d4fceTUpQ/s1600/_MG_9538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIIr9nTrEyM/TgZlbjBn6TI/AAAAAAAACYA/F6d4fceTUpQ/s1600/_MG_9538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LaXIHiqvlI/TgZlcVOqGRI/AAAAAAAACYE/0xonqUOSI1A/s1600/_MG_9583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LaXIHiqvlI/TgZlcVOqGRI/AAAAAAAACYE/0xonqUOSI1A/s1600/_MG_9583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4yEjA5_UPQ/TgZlc7OtRLI/AAAAAAAACYI/wPJeCc3nnqY/s1600/_MG_9605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4yEjA5_UPQ/TgZlc7OtRLI/AAAAAAAACYI/wPJeCc3nnqY/s1600/_MG_9605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I arrived &lt;strike&gt;party over kids &lt;/strike&gt;and the party began. HA HA.. Hunk was with me and we hug around for a few days and he had to get &lt;strike&gt;his butt&lt;/strike&gt; back to work.&amp;nbsp; So we took him to the airport and &lt;strike&gt;peeled out of there as quickly as possible &lt;/strike&gt;we drove home talking about how I would miss him and picked up the kids and headed up the hill to Vail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxrQX1ICaNw/TgZlftqOxlI/AAAAAAAACYM/Ur6Xe5VEqG4/s1600/june+2011+vail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxrQX1ICaNw/TgZlftqOxlI/AAAAAAAACYM/Ur6Xe5VEqG4/s1600/june+2011+vail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are in Vail..... LOVE GOING HERE...&amp;nbsp; was a little different than our trip with just the two of us last time but we had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great thing about having a sister who is a professional photographer is that you get great photos, bad thing is she is usually not in them (unless she sets the timer)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the stress that has been going on with graduation, college applications, wedding planning, becoming a mother in law and soon to only have two rugrats left at home this &lt;strike&gt;wasn't Maui for a month&lt;/strike&gt; is a great vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still determined to find and keep my Aloha......even if it is in Colorado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graduation photos are almost done being edited (my sister has been slammed with her own photography business work and/or vacationing with me so she is being SLOW)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Tami, I called you slow......Do you still love me? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what are your summer 2011 plans??&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; My next one is camping.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait &lt;strike&gt;to be filthy and bathe and wash dishes in lake water&lt;/strike&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-7017762984641184020?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7017762984641184020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-visit-to-colorado-vail-and-mount.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7017762984641184020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7017762984641184020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-visit-to-colorado-vail-and-mount.html' title='OUR VISIT TO COLORADO- VAIL AND MOUNT EVANS'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CBzM006H_Q/TgZlNdv_IKI/AAAAAAAACXI/2vRUP5JNjqE/s72-c/_MG_9241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7167982182749187443</id><published>2011-06-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:51:22.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>MY SON TIED THE KNOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cShvmwwwo/TgSRWcvpwNI/AAAAAAAACWs/tPZ7mSMMKGE/s1600/fresno-wedding-photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cShvmwwwo/TgSRWcvpwNI/AAAAAAAACWs/tPZ7mSMMKGE/s1600/fresno-wedding-photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s4U6iSmFPM/TgSQ-h1hPaI/AAAAAAAACVs/hjcowvU0tpw/s1600/california+wedding+photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s4U6iSmFPM/TgSQ-h1hPaI/AAAAAAAACVs/hjcowvU0tpw/s1600/california+wedding+photography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momma and her little "gooser"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IXTCjy4Jkw/TgSRBWXM3oI/AAAAAAAACVw/iNbimDPprNM/s1600/coarsegold+wedding+photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IXTCjy4Jkw/TgSRBWXM3oI/AAAAAAAACVw/iNbimDPprNM/s1600/coarsegold+wedding+photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Happy Couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-of9higUEHhk/TgSRD0jr38I/AAAAAAAACV0/jBCfb73TqOI/s1600/coarsegold+wedding+photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-of9higUEHhk/TgSRD0jr38I/AAAAAAAACV0/jBCfb73TqOI/s1600/coarsegold+wedding+photography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Hunk with our biggest Rugrat on his big day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOASkx7jcLE/TgSREkjvkXI/AAAAAAAACV4/Lxgc1GXyW14/s1600/colorado+wedding+photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOASkx7jcLE/TgSREkjvkXI/AAAAAAAACV4/Lxgc1GXyW14/s1600/colorado+wedding+photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR0QaRdzKsA/TgSRFlSOBOI/AAAAAAAACV8/oXiCBIYnrEU/s1600/colorado+wedding+photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR0QaRdzKsA/TgSRFlSOBOI/AAAAAAAACV8/oXiCBIYnrEU/s1600/colorado+wedding+photography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmHazZDpMdQ/TgSRIZh_dDI/AAAAAAAACWA/5l_GtjqS0OE/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmHazZDpMdQ/TgSRIZh_dDI/AAAAAAAACWA/5l_GtjqS0OE/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My daughter in-law with her Daddy walking her down the aisle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z-wCSFNZa8/TgSRJKMs0FI/AAAAAAAACWE/Bjvb9XWEQzM/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z-wCSFNZa8/TgSRJKMs0FI/AAAAAAAACWE/Bjvb9XWEQzM/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You may kiss the bride"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHaOB_XUhAM/TgSRKc7DW9I/AAAAAAAACWI/xJBkdtsNdO0/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHaOB_XUhAM/TgSRKc7DW9I/AAAAAAAACWI/xJBkdtsNdO0/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA4q8YSwKrY/TgSRMfvZenI/AAAAAAAACWM/DLYi_iWtLSg/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA4q8YSwKrY/TgSRMfvZenI/AAAAAAAACWM/DLYi_iWtLSg/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My beautiful new daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCa0Iq3iNvc/TgSROLj-GpI/AAAAAAAACWQ/LDfKxuTgEy4/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCa0Iq3iNvc/TgSROLj-GpI/AAAAAAAACWQ/LDfKxuTgEy4/s1600/denver+wedding+photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the best group of boys.&amp;nbsp; Love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpM2neWQUow/TgSRQl7zxcI/AAAAAAAACWU/IJNl2fvZyHY/s1600/denver+wedding+photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpM2neWQUow/TgSRQl7zxcI/AAAAAAAACWU/IJNl2fvZyHY/s1600/denver+wedding+photography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaLmsN5Q0IQ/TgSRR_Mi8vI/AAAAAAAACWY/SZcI3AlE2MI/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer++2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaLmsN5Q0IQ/TgSRR_Mi8vI/AAAAAAAACWY/SZcI3AlE2MI/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer++2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hunk and I......our baby is getting married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBO-Pp9QUv4/TgSRS-dQvGI/AAAAAAAACWc/qJeRNgl1R-A/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBO-Pp9QUv4/TgSRS-dQvGI/AAAAAAAACWc/qJeRNgl1R-A/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My two rugrat boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGSMs2bU42I/TgSRUFmfdWI/AAAAAAAACWg/EPUTfJSFOPc/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGSMs2bU42I/TgSRUFmfdWI/AAAAAAAACWg/EPUTfJSFOPc/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such a beautiful ranch wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N830E_hnuPo/TgSRU-zQ3dI/AAAAAAAACWk/aZHzDvmxVeo/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N830E_hnuPo/TgSRU-zQ3dI/AAAAAAAACWk/aZHzDvmxVeo/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My little nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7i0ImkqeR7k/TgSRVp15JoI/AAAAAAAACWo/p4dIZrCluNk/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7i0ImkqeR7k/TgSRVp15JoI/AAAAAAAACWo/p4dIZrCluNk/s1600/fresno+wedding+photographer+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My little rugrat daughters with their cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kissin' Cousins"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiE_wAlE2Kw/TgSRXO2SuNI/AAAAAAAACWw/L3nZB3zOg0g/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiE_wAlE2Kw/TgSRXO2SuNI/AAAAAAAACWw/L3nZB3zOg0g/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emusIC-sVgI/TgSRX0TxGXI/AAAAAAAACW0/0sUPoCALLTc/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emusIC-sVgI/TgSRX0TxGXI/AAAAAAAACW0/0sUPoCALLTc/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss Sassy Pants.&amp;nbsp; My oldest rugrat daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrJJcKHCT4/TgSRYl3BkKI/AAAAAAAACW4/p0cVzW2mxHY/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrJJcKHCT4/TgSRYl3BkKI/AAAAAAAACW4/p0cVzW2mxHY/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is one of my favorites of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nesZ_YtyroA/TgSRZdRtckI/AAAAAAAACW8/wHsxdpUOWPc/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nesZ_YtyroA/TgSRZdRtckI/AAAAAAAACW8/wHsxdpUOWPc/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My "baby"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4I9tC5JzPg/TgSRaYwLPPI/AAAAAAAACXA/VRfcUThuvGo/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4I9tC5JzPg/TgSRaYwLPPI/AAAAAAAACXA/VRfcUThuvGo/s1600/north+fork+wedding+photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hunk and I with our boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5KEphvGVv0/TgSQxZiJyxI/AAAAAAAACVo/h7xzG4nBkP4/s1600/california+wedding+photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5KEphvGVv0/TgSQxZiJyxI/AAAAAAAACVo/h7xzG4nBkP4/s1600/california+wedding+photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so much son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have more photos to come.&amp;nbsp; These are photos my sister took for us.&amp;nbsp; Though she was not the actual photographer for the wedding she&amp;nbsp; OF COURSE couldn't help but take some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoyed a peek into one of the happiest days of our sons life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Momma﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-7167982182749187443?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7167982182749187443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-son-tied-knot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7167982182749187443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7167982182749187443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-son-tied-knot.html' title='MY SON TIED THE KNOT!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cShvmwwwo/TgSRWcvpwNI/AAAAAAAACWs/tPZ7mSMMKGE/s72-c/fresno-wedding-photographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7682651811144586288</id><published>2011-06-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:00:17.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>SUMMER IN CALIFORNIA??  NOT SO MUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The weather has been sooooo crazy.&amp;nbsp; Our good friends had their "Hoe Down"&amp;nbsp; a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; We were afraid we would be rained out but it was perfect.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; The guys did did some skeet shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXB6P79Yzpc/Te1V9qXP3NI/AAAAAAAACVQ/AohY75xlgaE/s1600/hillerman+hoe+down+shooting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXB6P79Yzpc/Te1V9qXP3NI/AAAAAAAACVQ/AohY75xlgaE/s400/hillerman+hoe+down+shooting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x83z64Rxiq4/Te1WDjifV4I/AAAAAAAACVY/wafS39mTsLk/s1600/my+girl+shooting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x83z64Rxiq4/Te1WDjifV4I/AAAAAAAACVY/wafS39mTsLk/s400/my+girl+shooting.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And so did my Rugrat daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to laugh because earlier that day I had posted the below photo of her on Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eNtRqv4D4I/Te1WO_vrLBI/AAAAAAAACVk/Cy14Z1MrKp4/s1600/rugrat+made+a+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eNtRqv4D4I/Te1WO_vrLBI/AAAAAAAACVk/Cy14Z1MrKp4/s400/rugrat+made+a+cake.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I said "My daughter baked a cake.. WHERE DOES SHE GET ACTING LIKE A GOOFBALL FROM"????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then at our friends "Hoe Down" we all started dancing and I (shocker) started doing air guitar and jumping up in the air with one leg out to the front and one leg to the back... Then laughing so hard (and crossing my legs as to not pee my pants,&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So my friend grabs my phone and takes this photo of me (and yes we posted it on Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyK_bG5y56k/Te1WAeHq1TI/AAAAAAAACVU/Zbfqiy8CLfs/s1600/Hillerman+Hoe+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyK_bG5y56k/Te1WAeHq1TI/AAAAAAAACVU/Zbfqiy8CLfs/s400/Hillerman+Hoe+down.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Which shows exactly where my daughter gets it from.&amp;nbsp; Ha Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward and the weather hasn't improved yet!!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This last Saturday was my son's bachelor party here at our home.&amp;nbsp; My hubby was throwing it for our son and he was so excited.&amp;nbsp; I went to Costco and stocked up on all the good food and drink for them.&amp;nbsp; Hunk took all the guys to the shooting range where they spent a few hours target shooting on a course at the gun club.&amp;nbsp; Then he had hired a Seaplane to come in out of San Francisco and land here on our little lake.&amp;nbsp; They guests would get rides in the seaplane and then it would head back to San Francisco.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited....And then what happened?&amp;nbsp; STORM.&amp;nbsp; It rained all day.&amp;nbsp; The seaplane couldn't get out of San Francisco because of the storm.&amp;nbsp; They did still go to the gun club and shoot in the rain... such men.&amp;nbsp; They then came back and Hunk set up his tractor and hung a rope for them to do some rope climbing something or other..... (girl description... sorry)...&amp;nbsp; They played horseshoes and then I'm told there was a beer pong game.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me?&amp;nbsp; The girls and I hit the road with my friend!&amp;nbsp; She came in from out of town and we headed up the hill to Tenaya Lodge.&amp;nbsp; It also rained there all day but the girls swam in the indoor pool and my friend Sharon and I sat in the jacuzzi while we watched them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEALJtQyaW0/Te1T9VajudI/AAAAAAAACVI/iM6FcVTxBw8/s1600/Tenaya+pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEALJtQyaW0/Te1T9VajudI/AAAAAAAACVI/iM6FcVTxBw8/s400/Tenaya+pool.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had the pool to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Most of the guests were at Yosemite (National Park) during the day so it was quiet until the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qza78TFbK1k/Te1UyZHb1eI/AAAAAAAACVM/ocdY7m_iios/s1600/Bloody+Mary+Tenaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qza78TFbK1k/Te1UyZHb1eI/AAAAAAAACVM/ocdY7m_iios/s400/Bloody+Mary+Tenaya.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's when we had this.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't this Bloody Mary look more like a Salad Bar?&amp;nbsp; It was so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you guys ever make it out to California and want to go to see Yosemite National Park, Tenaya Lodge is a great place to stay!&amp;nbsp; (with or without kids..&amp;nbsp; They also have a beautiful spa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My week is crazy this week (as usual)!&amp;nbsp; Wednesday my son graduates high school, Friday is rehearsal dinner for my other son's wedding and Saturday is the wedding.&amp;nbsp; Sunday the girls fly back to Colorado with my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have a few Prom Photos to post and I will soon have graduation and wedding photos to share but I wanted to give you all an update on my crazy BUT BLESSED life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for no rain or snow on the wedding day!&amp;nbsp; Never thought I'd be hoping for that IN JUNE.... We were previously worried it would be too hot.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking it will be beautiful weather for a beautiful day!&amp;nbsp; (Glass is half full, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-7682651811144586288?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7682651811144586288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-in-california-not-so-much.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7682651811144586288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7682651811144586288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-in-california-not-so-much.html' title='SUMMER IN CALIFORNIA??  NOT SO MUCH'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXB6P79Yzpc/Te1V9qXP3NI/AAAAAAAACVQ/AohY75xlgaE/s72-c/hillerman+hoe+down+shooting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-366428870293169640</id><published>2011-05-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:07:48.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>FROM AVILA BEACH TO MAUI TO MOTHER'S DAY- ONE BUSY MOMMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I'm apologizing in advance for the poor quality of my photos!&amp;nbsp; They are all taken with my phone but I wanted to share what I have been up to lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;First stop..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlUI1CR7pE8/Tcs-tLeAGMI/AAAAAAAACTw/I3A8430CRCE/s1600/Avila+beach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlUI1CR7pE8/Tcs-tLeAGMI/AAAAAAAACTw/I3A8430CRCE/s640/Avila+beach.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My friend Sharon and I went to Avila Beach and then to San Luis Obispo for her birthday.&amp;nbsp; We got there the day after the evacuation from the Tsunami.&amp;nbsp; This was a view from out hotel balcony.&amp;nbsp; We had such a blast!&amp;nbsp; As we always do when we get together! (Which is not near enough!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then I was leaving on a jet plane.. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't know when I'll be back again... oh babe I hate toooo go...... SORRY forgot all about that song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uwVTV89n-s/Tcs-8VOhsfI/AAAAAAAACUE/8xAjHl4RSgU/s1600/friend+on+way+to+maui+on+plane.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uwVTV89n-s/Tcs-8VOhsfI/AAAAAAAACUE/8xAjHl4RSgU/s640/friend+on+way+to+maui+on+plane.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Here is my friend Natalie and I on the plane on our way to Maui! Yay!&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite places ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsXrV-Gv_lc/Tcs_Vq2H5tI/AAAAAAAACUc/S5aBbU1PcHo/s1600/Hula+grill+maui.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsXrV-Gv_lc/Tcs_Vq2H5tI/AAAAAAAACUc/S5aBbU1PcHo/s640/Hula+grill+maui.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And then we ate at one of my favorite places ever "HULA GRILL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Love Love Love Love Love Hula Grill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhKGQuVqZps/Tcs_pTr5I_I/AAAAAAAACVA/tD0kXy7Fsg4/s1600/outside+hula+grill+maui.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhKGQuVqZps/Tcs_pTr5I_I/AAAAAAAACVA/tD0kXy7Fsg4/s640/outside+hula+grill+maui.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;This is the view in front of Hula Grill.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh I'm so ready to go back already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3JzbsBHHT4/Tcs_ZfxdehI/AAAAAAAACUk/i3OSBYeDCRg/s1600/Maui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3JzbsBHHT4/Tcs_ZfxdehI/AAAAAAAACUk/i3OSBYeDCRg/s640/Maui.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;This is the view from the Lanai of my friend Natalie's condo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Another one of my favorite places in Maui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHVPOkI9D-Q/Tcs-w3sFRvI/AAAAAAAACT8/ipxKcNanKxo/s1600/dinner+maui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHVPOkI9D-Q/Tcs-w3sFRvI/AAAAAAAACT8/ipxKcNanKxo/s400/dinner+maui.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Yummy dinner at "Momma's Fish House"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Soooo good......and the view.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdZH42JHgBw/Tcs_aHAmSqI/AAAAAAAACUo/-npQt_mhWHY/s1600/Maui+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdZH42JHgBw/Tcs_aHAmSqI/AAAAAAAACUo/-npQt_mhWHY/s640/Maui+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;This is in front of Mommas Fish House.&amp;nbsp; sighhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Then it was back to reality.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSqyGYis-H4/Tcs_PDfNqKI/AAAAAAAACUU/9OSy8_OrntA/s1600/glass+of+wine+outfront.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSqyGYis-H4/Tcs_PDfNqKI/AAAAAAAACUU/9OSy8_OrntA/s640/glass+of+wine+outfront.bmp" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Home sweet home and a glass of Reisling (that looks like water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaalrK-R_r4/Tcs_Wa_xfEI/AAAAAAAACUg/2n3dAt-o5e8/s1600/lake+at+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaalrK-R_r4/Tcs_Wa_xfEI/AAAAAAAACUg/2n3dAt-o5e8/s640/lake+at+sunset.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Not as good as our Maui ocean view but I knew I needed to not take it for granted and so I needed new patio furniture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YATAM9txsoY/Tcs_jXz3mhI/AAAAAAAACU4/4JYztj09tKM/s1600/new+patio+furniture+under+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YATAM9txsoY/Tcs_jXz3mhI/AAAAAAAACU4/4JYztj09tKM/s640/new+patio+furniture+under+cover.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;So I went and got this for under our gazebo area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su1rOW_wmQA/Tcs_kYPwT1I/AAAAAAAACU8/rYCMryIqHsg/s1600/new+patio+set+with+fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su1rOW_wmQA/Tcs_kYPwT1I/AAAAAAAACU8/rYCMryIqHsg/s640/new+patio+set+with+fire.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And I got this for another area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iy1-_4bvAI/Tcs_vdy1KDI/AAAAAAAACVE/oGPbHdIlR4o/s1600/reading+a+book+out+front.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3iy1-_4bvAI/Tcs_vdy1KDI/AAAAAAAACVE/oGPbHdIlR4o/s640/reading+a+book+out+front.bmp" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And besides drinking wine and eating cheese I like to sit out there and read....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I also love to do things with my Rugrats so we went to Color Me Mine and they each painted something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xG5T3yvno4/Tcs-t8pCYqI/AAAAAAAACT0/LlTgca-IHyk/s1600/color+me+mine+Katie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xG5T3yvno4/Tcs-t8pCYqI/AAAAAAAACT0/LlTgca-IHyk/s640/color+me+mine+Katie.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;My oldest rugrat daughter painted a fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUP4UPhqDdM/Tcs-usPAhkI/AAAAAAAACT4/6G1YbD47MQo/s1600/color+me+mine+kayla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUP4UPhqDdM/Tcs-usPAhkI/AAAAAAAACT4/6G1YbD47MQo/s640/color+me+mine+kayla.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;My youngest Rugrat daughter painted a dolphin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And my youngest son (almost 18) painted a bear for his girlfriend but I would be dead meat if I showed a photo of him painting a cute little bear... wrestling photos are fine, painting bears, not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Then we went out as a family to the movies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N-oUMH5akI/Tcs_hH4A_vI/AAAAAAAACU0/-lWjNEJu0RE/s1600/movie+with+the+whole+gang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N-oUMH5akI/Tcs_hH4A_vI/AAAAAAAACU0/-lWjNEJu0RE/s640/movie+with+the+whole+gang.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;My (soon to be) daughter in law, my oldest rugrat son, my youngest rugrat son, my youngest rugrat daughter and my oldes rugrat daughter and Hunk.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Then my youngest rugrat had a friend over to get ready for the school dance with and have her stay the night after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NZXuTGETr4/Tcs--G21r4I/AAAAAAAACUI/-pyEuv00t5I/s1600/girls+going+to+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NZXuTGETr4/Tcs--G21r4I/AAAAAAAACUI/-pyEuv00t5I/s640/girls+going+to+dance.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;My rugrat is on the right in the black and white dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;The next morning they got up bright and early and decided to go swim in our lake.&amp;nbsp; It was too cold in my opinion but then again..... moms don't know much, so off they went... and I followed with my camera..&amp;nbsp; I think it was about 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H0-igsy1rU/Tcs_CeUcZCI/AAAAAAAACUM/tIjZJHiMn7s/s1600/girls+jumping+in+lake+off+of+boat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H0-igsy1rU/Tcs_CeUcZCI/AAAAAAAACUM/tIjZJHiMn7s/s640/girls+jumping+in+lake+off+of+boat.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;They jumped in on the count of three and yes they do have life jackets on.......... I'm a crazy spaz momma like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImAiak9g42A/Tcs_I2y039I/AAAAAAAACUQ/vpqPkw2Klkc/s1600/girls+swimming+in+lake.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImAiak9g42A/Tcs_I2y039I/AAAAAAAACUQ/vpqPkw2Klkc/s640/girls+swimming+in+lake.bmp" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And their back strokes.&amp;nbsp; They were having a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;(sorry neighbor for the noise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0h6lTNHGI/Tcs_QnEARUI/AAAAAAAACUY/cIW4PVekFK0/s1600/guard+cat+at+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sG0h6lTNHGI/Tcs_QnEARUI/AAAAAAAACUY/cIW4PVekFK0/s640/guard+cat+at+lake.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Our life guard....&amp;nbsp; Think she was "fishing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8FEV0Obybc/Tcs-2xYejUI/AAAAAAAACUA/iqDca08AwbA/s1600/done+in+the+lake.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8FEV0Obybc/Tcs-2xYejUI/AAAAAAAACUA/iqDca08AwbA/s640/done+in+the+lake.bmp" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And they are back home already.&amp;nbsp; Done swimming and off to take a shower.and oh by the way... back out swimming about an hour later.&amp;nbsp; Crazy little girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Fast forward and it's Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRE52r8J48c/Tcs_br8R1CI/AAAAAAAACUs/kP4fAXPealM/s1600/Mothers+day+breakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRE52r8J48c/Tcs_br8R1CI/AAAAAAAACUs/kP4fAXPealM/s640/Mothers+day+breakfast.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;English muffin, eggs, pineapple and a bananna.&amp;nbsp;Brought to me in bed.&amp;nbsp; So sweet of them...&amp;nbsp; And Hunk went and did nursery for me at church so I could sleep in a bit longer... which I didn't do but it was nice to relax...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4d_p-kchzAw/Tcs_e-cuA4I/AAAAAAAACUw/6Q-Mx_-b01M/s1600/Mothers+day+flowers+and+coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4d_p-kchzAw/Tcs_e-cuA4I/AAAAAAAACUw/6Q-Mx_-b01M/s640/Mothers+day+flowers+and+coffee.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Can't forget the coffee and hand picked flowers they brought to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;So that is what I've been up to..&amp;nbsp; Well, a SMALL part of what I've been up to.&amp;nbsp; Friday I'm taking my rugrat daughter and her friends to a dance up the hill.&amp;nbsp; Then Saturday morning I'll be up bright and early to head down to a cancer walk with my cousins for Relay for Life.&amp;nbsp; And it's a 24 hour walk so we will be there with our tent to catch some sleep.&amp;nbsp; I guess someone from your team has to be on the track at all times so we can sleep in between our turns thru the night, is the way I'm understanding it.&amp;nbsp; My cousins are having my photo up and my name in lights on a bag with lighting (I think) and it is so sweet of them.&amp;nbsp; I will get home on Sunday morning and I have a brunch at church honoring the nursery workers that I will TRY to make and I say TRY because I have a shower at 3:30 for my oldest rugrat at our home after that for his wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I think I will be tired but it's all great reasons to stay awake so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Hope you all are doing great!&amp;nbsp; Before I got I must admit I snuck out today and went to town and got a massage and a facial..&amp;nbsp; Was much needed&amp;nbsp;and I really enjoyed it!&amp;nbsp; I'll be heading back down for my girls to get shots today, also needed but I do not think they will be enjoyed...... Poor babies... They want it in a&amp;nbsp;liquid form... it is I told them but they were hoping to drink it not inject it.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Probably don't want photos of that! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Have a great Thursday!&amp;nbsp; Oh we so need to catch up on American Idol, Real Houswives, my dress for the wedding&amp;nbsp;(thank you Kristin for going shopping with me!!)!&amp;nbsp; So much to talk about...&amp;nbsp;I think this is long enough for now!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-366428870293169640?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/366428870293169640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-avila-beach-to-maui-to-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/366428870293169640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/366428870293169640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-avila-beach-to-maui-to-mothers-day.html' title='FROM AVILA BEACH TO MAUI TO MOTHER&apos;S DAY- ONE BUSY MOMMA'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlUI1CR7pE8/Tcs-tLeAGMI/AAAAAAAACTw/I3A8430CRCE/s72-c/Avila+beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4737617786920796431</id><published>2011-04-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:36:02.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING BLESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yir5CgnPSxM/TbIdHRQbvSI/AAAAAAAACTs/Pw4Yp4vopY0/s1600/Sunset+on+Blackhawk+Lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yir5CgnPSxM/TbIdHRQbvSI/AAAAAAAACTs/Pw4Yp4vopY0/s640/Sunset+on+Blackhawk+Lake.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thought I'd share this beautiful photo my neighbors friend took.&amp;nbsp; It's the lake we live on at Sunset.&amp;nbsp; Made me realize how many nights I don't sit and enjoy this view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is quickly approaching and though it looks like it is about to rain outside right now it will be warm soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought new patio furniture from Costco and am so excited to start using it.&amp;nbsp; I made sure to stop and pick up some wine for me and some Hawaiian beer for Hunk.&amp;nbsp; I can pretend I'm sitting out on the lanai in Maui!&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for ways to keep my Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been busy as ever here.&amp;nbsp; This Wednesday we had an end of the year banquet here at our home for our sons wrestling team.&amp;nbsp; It was great fun!&amp;nbsp; There were between 50 and 60 people here.&amp;nbsp; His coach did a slide show of photos of the boys wrestling throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; We had that playing on a projector as he gave out the awards.&amp;nbsp; My son received the "Varsity Captain Leadership" award.&amp;nbsp; He also got a patch for having over a 3.8 gpa and being an athlete.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of him.&amp;nbsp; Good grades and acknowledged for his leadership skills!&amp;nbsp; Don't mean to "brag" I'm just sooooooo proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to take photos of my patio furniture and share with ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a HAPPY EASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4737617786920796431?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4737617786920796431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-blessed.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4737617786920796431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4737617786920796431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-blessed.html' title='FEELING BLESSED'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yir5CgnPSxM/TbIdHRQbvSI/AAAAAAAACTs/Pw4Yp4vopY0/s72-c/Sunset+on+Blackhawk+Lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-5863082439665030630</id><published>2011-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:38:38.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I saw an Oprah show awhile back and it got me thinking.&amp;nbsp; She was talking about how she found out she had a sister and how long this sister knew that she was OPRAH'S SISTER and never told the press.&amp;nbsp; Oprah was talking about how this meant a lot to her.&amp;nbsp; How she had been burned by friends and family members in the past.&amp;nbsp; All I could think is HOW SAD IS THAT!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't imagine rat-finking out my friends or family.&amp;nbsp; Famous or not famous, how do you do that?&amp;nbsp; When I have a friend I have their back (so to speak)....&amp;nbsp; I don't take my friendships lightly.&amp;nbsp; I may be so busy that I don't get to spend near the amount of time with my friends that I like to but I most definitely value my friendship with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;True friends don't rat-fink.&amp;nbsp; I have a couple friends who are in the public eye and I could never dream in a million years of putting anything personal out there about them.&amp;nbsp; EVER..&amp;nbsp; EVER.. EVER.. No matter what.. NEVER.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I even mention their name or anyone in their families name I ASK FIRST to make sure it is something I can share.&amp;nbsp; AND are you ok with how I worded things?&amp;nbsp; It isn't because I want to slant something one way or another, I say what "I" feel or I don't post it BUT just because I'm excited about something doesn't mean they want it shared on my soapbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This goes for family and friends who aren't concerned about the media being alerted every time they bend over and have cellulite.&amp;nbsp; It's just common &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;courtesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I saw Oprah talking about this it just made me so sad.&amp;nbsp; Not just for her but for everyone who has had this issue.&amp;nbsp; Some say "that is the price of fame"....&amp;nbsp; Well, maybe the media hounds is the price of fame.....BUT your own family and friends sailing you down the river for a gossip column.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Makes you think....... As a person NOT in the lime-lite I am careful about who I am friends with.&amp;nbsp; For multiple reasons.&amp;nbsp; I think we all are.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants someone they can trust to share personal things with.&amp;nbsp; Everyone wants someone who is fun loving and brings us up instead of down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've met people that I've thought, wow you may be good at what you do and/or popular but I would never want to "hang out" with you or be your friend.&amp;nbsp; On the flip side, I've met people who I INSTANTLY clicked with.&amp;nbsp; I knew within a few minutes that this person has a beautiful spirit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can you imagine being in a situation where you have to wonder is this person really my friend?&amp;nbsp; Do they just want something from me?&amp;nbsp; Are they going to find out something personal and sail me down the river?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breaks my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was doing 100 things about me on twitter and friendship was one thing I commented about myself....... it brought to mind the Oprah show and here I am spilling what is on my mind to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you think?&amp;nbsp; What kind of friend are you?&amp;nbsp; Have you had this happen to you before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Inquiring minds want to know.....&amp;nbsp; No not THE INQUIRER....just Momma on her soapbox.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Friday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-5863082439665030630?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5863082439665030630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-kind-of-friend-are-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5863082439665030630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5863082439665030630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-kind-of-friend-are-you.html' title='WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-5056232565821701162</id><published>2011-03-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:19:46.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>SHOULD POSTING PHOTOS MAKE YOU CRY? UGHHHHH.  I'M A SAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A few random photos of my now TEENAGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her party was a blast.&amp;nbsp; I will upload photos soon for you all to see.&amp;nbsp; There were 15 of them running around and SLEEPING ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR.&amp;nbsp; It was a crazy mess (silly string galore) but listening to them being "American Idol Judges" and contestants was a HOOT.&amp;nbsp; I need to see if I can figure out how to upload the video I took of them.&amp;nbsp; Oh my gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiZ-cQhYjE/TYbc-Ok-_OI/AAAAAAAACTQ/4oTAOXeGgU0/s1600/katie+sienna+glasses+claires2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiZ-cQhYjE/TYbc-Ok-_OI/AAAAAAAACTQ/4oTAOXeGgU0/s320/katie+sienna+glasses+claires2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NERDS.. ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w1yxb-FGZMk/TYbdDUGyy1I/AAAAAAAACTU/LNtqkMST-n0/s1600/katie+cooking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w1yxb-FGZMk/TYbdDUGyy1I/AAAAAAAACTU/LNtqkMST-n0/s320/katie+cooking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cooking class...They were serving the parents dinner, so YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QtlgGYeNm9o/TYbdMv040JI/AAAAAAAACTY/dfAzIVK7F-0/s1600/katie.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QtlgGYeNm9o/TYbdMv040JI/AAAAAAAACTY/dfAzIVK7F-0/s400/katie.bmp" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She found her twin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aw_XKA3SGqM/TYbdNM3bWKI/AAAAAAAACTc/G-_VC1C0Gj0/s1600/kaite+friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Aw_XKA3SGqM/TYbdNM3bWKI/AAAAAAAACTc/G-_VC1C0Gj0/s320/kaite+friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goofball girls.... I'm sure if you put all of us mom's together we would probably pose something like this too.&amp;nbsp; We are all GOOFBALLS!&amp;nbsp; This is most of the best friend group.&amp;nbsp; These girls are the greatest group of kids ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Py7e2IKmp3Y/TYbdOZKgdcI/AAAAAAAACTg/4SpMHipk3wc/s1600/Document+%252852%2529+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Py7e2IKmp3Y/TYbdOZKgdcI/AAAAAAAACTg/4SpMHipk3wc/s400/Document+%252852%2529+%25284%2529.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And this is my baby girl enjoying some cake....&amp;nbsp; I wish I could have her back at this age, even just for a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bL6Efu4uuH8/SwF2F2oiLwI/AAAAAAAABIU/ClrgTu3ACP0/s1600/kids+urban+circus+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bL6Efu4uuH8/SwF2F2oiLwI/AAAAAAAABIU/ClrgTu3ACP0/s320/kids+urban+circus+024.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for URBAN CIRCUS play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6V1W7le5KjA/SyHW7SeKl1I/AAAAAAAABUg/2LChpDSZYQg/s1600/around+the+house+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6V1W7le5KjA/SyHW7SeKl1I/AAAAAAAABUg/2LChpDSZYQg/s320/around+the+house+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At home putting on a show for Hunk and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2ZEeOvXcmiY/SyHcMXDjdKI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZjJTFy70RL4/s1600/around+the+house+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2ZEeOvXcmiY/SyHcMXDjdKI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZjJTFy70RL4/s320/around+the+house+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eating pancakes and hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-etI2FhnwNH4/Synew4lWh6I/AAAAAAAABco/Z1dW4proh_Q/s1600/misc+blog+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-etI2FhnwNH4/Synew4lWh6I/AAAAAAAABco/Z1dW4proh_Q/s320/misc+blog+095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She looks sleepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2Xgq9cY1zHs/S4M3mSD6T3I/AAAAAAAABr4/4okA2TexcQQ/s1600/IMG_7459weblogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2Xgq9cY1zHs/S4M3mSD6T3I/AAAAAAAABr4/4okA2TexcQQ/s320/IMG_7459weblogo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being Miss Hollywood on the front deck of our beach house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YNlck-vjq9M/S4bIw4-xATI/AAAAAAAABug/knX7YMhxVa0/s1600/2010+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YNlck-vjq9M/S4bIw4-xATI/AAAAAAAABug/knX7YMhxVa0/s320/2010+073.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the talent in the tongue.&amp;nbsp; HA HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TaoTVNGugCY/S4bIx5GHM8I/AAAAAAAABu4/EtN8TYLz_x0/s1600/2010+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TaoTVNGugCY/S4bIx5GHM8I/AAAAAAAABu4/EtN8TYLz_x0/s320/2010+070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being a goofball, going down our driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eQ5z_Ifollo/S4do77AInuI/AAAAAAAAByo/TTeeJzLfV6o/s1600/2010+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eQ5z_Ifollo/S4do77AInuI/AAAAAAAAByo/TTeeJzLfV6o/s320/2010+083.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baking....one of her favorite things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DYWxQr8MA10/S4dpRxeL6RI/AAAAAAAABy4/3Dqs9Uig10s/s1600/2010+190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DYWxQr8MA10/S4dpRxeL6RI/AAAAAAAABy4/3Dqs9Uig10s/s320/2010+190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goofing around with her brothers Wrestler teammates...another one of her favorite things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dHQx5uoBZCM/S4dpTeZNp8I/AAAAAAAABzY/-GfXjQNYpx8/s1600/2010+185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dHQx5uoBZCM/S4dpTeZNp8I/AAAAAAAABzY/-GfXjQNYpx8/s320/2010+185.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is going in for a take down.&amp;nbsp; HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Xcw7ChdGlQ/S4wSQ6eyHyI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ubOHcxC3A6E/s1600/limo+dance+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Xcw7ChdGlQ/S4wSQ6eyHyI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ubOHcxC3A6E/s320/limo+dance+095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting out of the limo at last years dance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WudFObuXlr4/S4wS06axNvI/AAAAAAAAB1o/q25OgF9cx0k/s1600/limo+dance+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WudFObuXlr4/S4wS06axNvI/AAAAAAAAB1o/q25OgF9cx0k/s320/limo+dance+069.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With a couple of her best friends at the dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lmzGQIeQ888/S4wVKlcTFKI/AAAAAAAAB40/n3YPzP4_Fr0/s1600/limo+dance+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lmzGQIeQ888/S4wVKlcTFKI/AAAAAAAAB40/n3YPzP4_Fr0/s320/limo+dance+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another one of her friends before the dance.... They both look so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qITbmHs2A7M/S4wXDv6TtnI/AAAAAAAAB6U/bufrBsERm_M/s1600/limo+dance+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qITbmHs2A7M/S4wXDv6TtnI/AAAAAAAAB6U/bufrBsERm_M/s320/limo+dance+003.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoving in the pizza!&amp;nbsp; That's what we are having tonight too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PL86bK8n6Sc/TFB96B2bu4I/AAAAAAAACCs/udCr56kKqIs/s1600/IMG_5119+2web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PL86bK8n6Sc/TFB96B2bu4I/AAAAAAAACCs/udCr56kKqIs/s320/IMG_5119+2web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us in Maui this last summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FMLfp1hdLQM/TGbKVG3i7FI/AAAAAAAACGU/niQnX_3Z6JE/s1600/IMG_3940+copyweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FMLfp1hdLQM/TGbKVG3i7FI/AAAAAAAACGU/niQnX_3Z6JE/s320/IMG_3940+copyweb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When she was little with her Great Grandpa and little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6jjTTGoJHY/TGm9gSb3DmI/AAAAAAAACHM/K1_qi5QJwKw/s1600/Katie+first+day+of+school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q6jjTTGoJHY/TGm9gSb3DmI/AAAAAAAACHM/K1_qi5QJwKw/s320/Katie+first+day+of+school.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First day of 7th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q1KfWoXiZp0/TGm8V5q8LmI/AAAAAAAACHE/J_VPXTv4VQs/s1600/Katie+pose+in+maui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q1KfWoXiZp0/TGm8V5q8LmI/AAAAAAAACHE/J_VPXTv4VQs/s320/Katie+pose+in+maui.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pretending to be a model in Maui on a photo shoot with my sister, who is a professional photographer in Denver, Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These 13 years have gone past with a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Great weekend..... Even if I am a bit sad seeing my little girl officially becoming a teenager. You would think I'd be used to having already gone through this with the boys. Next year my BABY will turn 13.. sniff...sniff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday sweet THIRTEEN YEAR OLD Rugrat!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-5056232565821701162?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5056232565821701162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-posting-photos-make-you-cry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5056232565821701162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5056232565821701162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-posting-photos-make-you-cry.html' title='SHOULD POSTING PHOTOS MAKE YOU CRY? UGHHHHH.  I&apos;M A SAP!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiZ-cQhYjE/TYbc-Ok-_OI/AAAAAAAACTQ/4oTAOXeGgU0/s72-c/katie+sienna+glasses+claires2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-5124911339899861185</id><published>2011-03-18T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:34:36.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>MY LITTLE RUGRAT IS THE BIG "13" TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can hardly believe it!&amp;nbsp; My little Rugrat will be the big "13" tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are having her birthday party here at the house.&amp;nbsp; She had planned to camp out in tents with 14 of her friends but because of rain I believe there will be 14 of them in my living room instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I told Hunk we are banished to our bedroom while the girls take over the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My son (17) is planning to hit the road to a friends house for the night and our youngest daughter is deciding if having a friend over or going to a friends is her best option.&amp;nbsp; She can always hang out it our bedroom with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are having a chocolate fountain, sundae's, cupcakes, pizza and soda's in bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you remember stories about my daughter you remember how organized she is.&amp;nbsp; She made her party invitations and gave them out well over a month ago.&amp;nbsp; She has had her "party plan" taped up to the side of my desk along with the list off all who have RSVP and will attend.&amp;nbsp; She has the list of items I need to purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is going to make a great wife someday........or drive her poor husband CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine the detailed lists she will leave for him. HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--l12G6Rzczg/TYNdYT5FSbI/AAAAAAAACTI/LfxBAlI_poc/s1600/Document+%252852%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--l12G6Rzczg/TYNdYT5FSbI/AAAAAAAACTI/LfxBAlI_poc/s640/Document+%252852%2529.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She went from this......(yesterday..sniff...sniff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9CHznXY8rww/TYNdqsLX08I/AAAAAAAACTM/V_OxUOEWC_w/s1600/Katie+by+tami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9CHznXY8rww/TYNdqsLX08I/AAAAAAAACTM/V_OxUOEWC_w/s640/Katie+by+tami.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To this!&amp;nbsp; And actually this was taken when we were in Maui last July... She seems to have changed even since then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will put up more photos of my little girl tomorrow on her special day but I just had to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's becoming a crazy year for me very quickly it seems.&amp;nbsp; My oldest is getting married in June, TWO DAYS after my other son graduates from high school.&amp;nbsp; He will then begin college and will be moving away from his Momma! (In August).....&amp;nbsp; We will only have two left at home and they will be 7th and 8th grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hug your babies........big and small.&amp;nbsp; And have a B-E-A-UTIFUL day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-5124911339899861185?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5124911339899861185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-little-rugrat-is-big-13-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5124911339899861185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5124911339899861185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-little-rugrat-is-big-13-tomorrow.html' title='MY LITTLE RUGRAT IS THE BIG &quot;13&quot; TOMORROW'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--l12G6Rzczg/TYNdYT5FSbI/AAAAAAAACTI/LfxBAlI_poc/s72-c/Document+%252852%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4776045832933744545</id><published>2011-02-23T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:02:10.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor- Who will it be???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZNnCO4Fe1w/TWU453bXuPI/AAAAAAAACS4/n2omclGWyO0/s1600/Bachelor.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZNnCO4Fe1w/TWU453bXuPI/AAAAAAAACS4/n2omclGWyO0/s400/Bachelor.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Soooooo who watches the Bachelor?&amp;nbsp; Is it just me?&amp;nbsp; Am I the only one admitting my addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As many of you know we run on generator here.&amp;nbsp; Usually I never even notice ....except when the power is out and my neighbor across the lake's house is dark and then they let us know how they were sittin' with candles and looked across the lake only to see every light in our house on. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But sometimes a power surge comes with that generator and this little (piece of poop....ummm I need a new one) battery (that is dead) box is connected to my TV in my bedroom to protect it.&amp;nbsp; Well, since the battery in this box isn't working it shuts down the tv, and good ol' Directv tivo box takes FOREVER to restart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Almost there&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; printed on the screen means "&lt;em&gt;you are no were close to there&lt;/em&gt;".&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just a few minutes more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means "&lt;em&gt;go ahead and start dinner and come back cuz it's going to be awhile&lt;/em&gt;"....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I flee..... I run to the TV at the bar, shove the girls to the ground, flip the cartoons off and put the bachelor back on, screaming they are getting ready to fly a kite with little Ricki!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK OK OK.... Not really, but I wanted too!&amp;nbsp; I did run to the bar tv,(this is the TV at the bar, not running for a drink...ha ha)&amp;nbsp;but none of my rugrats were pushed to the ground.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then my youngest stood look out to tell me when my "Just a few steps more" Directv tivo would be back up and running so I could go back in there where I can pause and skip through commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So...ummmm...... "My name is Stephanie and I'm addicted to The Bachelor.&amp;nbsp; I also like The Real Housewives and Desperate Housewives."&amp;nbsp; I'm now sitting down with head hung in shame.&amp;nbsp; But the first step is admitting it right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the excuse:&amp;nbsp; I am so tired at the end of the day and I get to kick back and get lost in the show and not think about what I need to do for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So back to the Bachelor!&amp;nbsp; Who do you think will be there in the end?&amp;nbsp; Who's hometown visit did you like best?&amp;nbsp; Who is YOUR favorite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYMJNuY9XU/TWU79ghwJ1I/AAAAAAAACS8/j30W2LLELBU/s1600/ashley-hebert-bachelor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYMJNuY9XU/TWU79ghwJ1I/AAAAAAAACS8/j30W2LLELBU/s400/ashley-hebert-bachelor.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is it Ashley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzNI98EbI4Y/TWU8EE7aYqI/AAAAAAAACTA/XuPEOGSeOJA/s1600/emily-maynard-bachelor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzNI98EbI4Y/TWU8EE7aYqI/AAAAAAAACTA/XuPEOGSeOJA/s400/emily-maynard-bachelor.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Or Emily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diuIKqsymIw/TWU8Hf-gkdI/AAAAAAAACTE/SUpfa-eHj5A/s1600/chantal+o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diuIKqsymIw/TWU8Hf-gkdI/AAAAAAAACTE/SUpfa-eHj5A/s400/chantal+o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;or Chantal O?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4776045832933744545?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4776045832933744545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/02/bachelor-who-will-it-be.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4776045832933744545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4776045832933744545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/02/bachelor-who-will-it-be.html' title='The Bachelor- Who will it be???'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZNnCO4Fe1w/TWU453bXuPI/AAAAAAAACS4/n2omclGWyO0/s72-c/Bachelor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4044301863737031922</id><published>2011-01-26T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:37:07.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>OMYGOSH!  SHE'S ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>Helllllllloooooooooooooo!&amp;nbsp; I'm still alive and thank you so much for all the emails you have sent to check on me.&amp;nbsp; My last post was about being overwhelmed and though I'm not feeling as OVERwhelmed now I'm still "whelmed".. HA HA.... sorry, in a (so out of character for me...NOT) silly mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us love love love blogs.......that's why you are sittin' hear reading mine right now and that's why I'm sittin' here typing this post.&amp;nbsp; BUT sometimes the passion of blogging has to get put on the back burner.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't even going to post today because I don't have time to write about something that will just rock your world and make you scream "I'M SO GLAD I CAME AND READ MOMMA'S BLOG TODAY!" but then I thought to myself.......(I do that sometimes)......&amp;nbsp;"OK, Momma, you are getting emails from your peeps asking you where you have been and if you are okay, so maybe it doesn't have to be about more than how you are doing instead of information on how to organize your closet"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest&amp;nbsp;rugrat is still on track to be married this summer.&amp;nbsp; His fiance has picked out her wedding gown and was sweet enough to take me with her and her momma to shop for it.&amp;nbsp; It is beautiful and they are getting very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other rugrat is still wrestling and has been doing great!&amp;nbsp; He just took 2nd at the last tournament and I'm hoping that will continue for him.&amp;nbsp; The team as a whole has been doing a really good job.&amp;nbsp; Besides wrestling he (we) have been VERY busy with college applications (now all turned in) and searching for scholarships to apply for.&amp;nbsp; He has a very busy schedule with wrestling.&amp;nbsp; He is home&amp;nbsp;at 7pm one night and not until after about 8:30 or 9pm&amp;nbsp;three other nights (he helps coach little kid wrestling after his normal wrestling practice) and if he has a match then the last night can be up to 10pm, if there is not match he is home about 7pm.&amp;nbsp; Then he has to complete his homework so his grades don't drop, so he can get into a good college and qualify for scholarships!&amp;nbsp; So far so good.&amp;nbsp; Just got semester grades and he has all A's with on B in Spanish III.&amp;nbsp; Proud of him.&amp;nbsp; AND he has tournaments on the weekends, either just Saturday or Saturday and Sunday.&amp;nbsp; This coming weekend it is just Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Very busy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two youngest rugrats are doing great.&amp;nbsp; Still taking guitar, playing soccer and doing dance productions at school when available.&amp;nbsp; My oldest daughter set up a studio room where she has all her arts and crafts, scrapbooking and her sewing "stuff"....&amp;nbsp; Nice to have it out of my house and she loves having her own space (in a building still on our property) to go spread everything out and work on it without having to put everything away each time if she is in the middle of a project.&amp;nbsp; They have a great group of friends and life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunk has been working away.&amp;nbsp; Our lead employee (who was&amp;nbsp;one of the guys in that awful accident) is back to work and it is such a blessing.&amp;nbsp; He is Hunks right hand man and he was&amp;nbsp;very much missed.&amp;nbsp; Not just for his labor but him in general.&amp;nbsp; He and his wife are so sweet and&amp;nbsp;we just love them to death.&amp;nbsp; Having a small business you really become very attached and care allot about your employees.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it has bit us in the butt, as in we have cared more about someone (as a person) than they have about us.&amp;nbsp; Meaning.....we have been taken advantage of and then continued to give someone chances (they really haven't earned) because we want to help them.&amp;nbsp; But we refuse to not be trusting and to not care and try to help others.&amp;nbsp; So many great people out there, we can't let a few bad apples change who we are.&amp;nbsp; As far as our lead guy he is a keeper and we are blessed to have him on our team.&amp;nbsp; We are so glad he is back and even more glad that he is doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma.... ME.... I'm doing good.&amp;nbsp; Fat and sassy....... working on the fat (AGAIN).....should be working on the sassy....... Bible study has started back up again so maybe that will calm down the sassy. HA HA..&amp;nbsp; I think I'm like most Mommas.... Some days I feel on top of the world and some days I feel like the world is on top of me.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I feel lucky and blessed to be here though.&amp;nbsp; I think anyone who has survived cancer feels that way.&amp;nbsp; Even when I'm overwhelmed I'm blessed.&amp;nbsp; I'm here!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you all like crazy and I plan to respond to each of your emails, they really mean allot to me.&amp;nbsp; Please tell me what you have been up to?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has your 2011 been like so far??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I'm going back to Maui in April so I will be finding my Aloha again!... As hard as I tried to keep it I need to go grab a little bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4044301863737031922?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4044301863737031922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/omygosh-shes-alive.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4044301863737031922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4044301863737031922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2011/01/omygosh-shes-alive.html' title='OMYGOSH!  SHE&apos;S ALIVE!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6022709871185553232</id><published>2010-11-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:36:33.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><title type='text'>"OVER" WHELMED......IS AN "UNDER" STATEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TNFlTcVnVWI/AAAAAAAACSs/V8Mml-BX0Js/s1600/stressing+mom.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TNFlTcVnVWI/AAAAAAAACSs/V8Mml-BX0Js/s1600/stressing+mom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't ya just&amp;nbsp;hate it when&amp;nbsp;you feel overwhelmed??......&amp;nbsp; Which way is up?&amp;nbsp; How will I get it all done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It gives a whole knew meaning to "my cup runneth over"....&amp;nbsp; My &lt;em&gt;plate&lt;/em&gt; runneth over maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;College applications- Where to apply, where else to visit, what to write on the essay, what scholarships to apply for, how much is each college going to cost, letters of recommendations.... SAT testing, SAT subject testing, ACT testing........&amp;nbsp; now add wrestling practice started.....hydration testing on the same day as the SAT, University Day 5 hours away the next two days......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND (because I have other children)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dance practice 3 to 7 Monday thru Thursday this week, Dance performance during the day Friday (until 2:30), guitar 3:00 to 3:30, return for 2nd performance at 5:00, show at 7:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Did I mention I will miss Bible Study AGAIN this Friday.&amp;nbsp; Now OF COURSE I am excited to see my daughter and her b-e-a-utiful friends dance, it's just that every Friday I've been sick or we have had something going on......&amp;nbsp; I miss my friends at bible study......I miss studying the bible with my friends.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know this is a very &lt;em&gt;busy season&lt;/em&gt; in my life.&amp;nbsp; I also know I will miss this later.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW this because I also have an older son who has already moved into his own home and is engaged to be married next year.&amp;nbsp; I miss taking him to soccer or football practice.&amp;nbsp; I miss watching his school performances.&amp;nbsp; I picking him up from the bus stop and hearing all the school stories......or taking him to guitar lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to keep reminding myself of this when I feel like "it's all too much".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And honestly if I just had THESE THINGS to do, It would be much easier... but I also am running an office..... AND on top of that Hunk has been gone for the last 1.5 weeks which puts more on my plate when it comes to customers, employee's, etc.&amp;nbsp; Thank the Lord our foreman is back!&amp;nbsp; He has been soooooooooooo much help!&amp;nbsp; Wow, have me missed him. (many of you may remember our awful auto accident he was in.....makes me so sad)....&amp;nbsp; We are such a small company that it really becomes like family and we care and love our employees.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, sooooo glad he is back and doing well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wow, I feel so much better just getting that out!&amp;nbsp; Love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I better get a move on, need to get these Rugrats on task AND ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take my youngest to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take my other daughter to Orthodontist appt at 7:30 to meet my &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; daughter in law.....so she can wait with her there until 7:50 (appt. time) so I can leave and head to a Cal Osha business training seminar....&amp;nbsp; that ends at noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hit AAA DMV Department for some tags and if any way possible get my oil changed and in a perfect world also&amp;nbsp;do the banking&amp;nbsp;(I have about 1 hour to do this in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Head up the hill to pick up kids for early release, get them and go directly to dance practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come back and get youngest started on homework and me on all the office stuff I missed while gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pick up my other daughter at 7pm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(as I'm typing my son brought me a wad of paper to fill out for wrestling and a physical I need to schedule either 2nd period or 5th period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ya know.....all this is go go go go go.......and I get overwhelmed but I wouldn't trade my life.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine not having 4 children.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine not being involved so heavily in all the things that they do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss my "friend time", I miss my "free time" and I don't get it all done.&amp;nbsp; My plate does runneth over.......&amp;nbsp;BUT make my mistake, &lt;em&gt;though sometimes it's hard to see,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;my cup definitely runneth over&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hug a mom today.....(just watch out for the peanut butter and jelly that is probably on the back of her shirt (left there from the hands of the little rugrat of hers that hugged her before you).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy your days......now stop reading and get out your lists.......you know the one you made so you would stay on task and not forget to do anything that needs to be done.....&lt;em&gt;If I could only find mine on this desk. (smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-6022709871185553232?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6022709871185553232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/over-whelmedis-under-statement.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6022709871185553232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6022709871185553232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/11/over-whelmedis-under-statement.html' title='&quot;OVER&quot; WHELMED......IS AN &quot;UNDER&quot; STATEMENT'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TNFlTcVnVWI/AAAAAAAACSs/V8Mml-BX0Js/s72-c/stressing+mom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2649916224406920281</id><published>2010-10-28T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:24:32.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/Sx0_6Ha7I_I/AAAAAAAABSI/qou1iNZDeaI/s1600/around+the+house+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/Sx0_6Ha7I_I/AAAAAAAABSI/qou1iNZDeaI/s640/around+the+house+004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I sit here by the light of my computer screen drinking my coffee (pumpkin spice in a Keurig cup soooooooooo excited when I found this!) and COUGHING my face off.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was on the mend.&amp;nbsp; Thought I was getting better and then BAM......start feeling poo poo la chu again last night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even though I'm coughing I'm enjoying every sip and every click on the keyboard.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because this is one of my favorite times of the day.&amp;nbsp; THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM.&amp;nbsp; The time when my home is quiet.&amp;nbsp; It's still dark outside and it's still fairly dark inside.&amp;nbsp; The children are nestled in their beds while visions of sugar plums dance in their heads......oh wait....that's a fairytale....but that is what this time of the morning feels like to me!&amp;nbsp; It's ME time....&amp;nbsp; Now all my children are in school (or work)&amp;nbsp;so I'm not sure why when they are off to school it doesn't feel this way, never thought about it.&amp;nbsp; I think it's because my coffee is so good and I don't feel guilty for sitting down and not "starting my day" (ie getting my work groove going)... ha ha.... AND they look like perfect Angels sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The calm before the storm.&amp;nbsp; Funny how that term can fit so many times in our lives.&amp;nbsp; It actually fits our weather right now too.&amp;nbsp; I've heard it is supposed to start raining again tomorrow and the next day.&amp;nbsp; Hunk has been hunting in Idaho and he was in the middle of a snow storm when I spoke with him......by the way, he isn't having any luck yet.&amp;nbsp; Not making his day.&amp;nbsp; He is having fun visiting and relaxing though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do your Hunk's hunt?&amp;nbsp; Do they journey off to other states in hopes of bringing home a freezer full of food for your family? (I'm sure this is the main reason, not because it's so much fun and the freezer full of meat is just a perk)...&amp;nbsp; If I could just find a PERK like that for going to a Spa for a week with daily massages with a group of friends, now that is my kind of fun.&amp;nbsp; I guess the perk to that would be MY MOOD when I came home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Great now I'm craving a massage....... just so you know I'll be dreaming about it all day....or picking up the phone and scheduling one.... I still have a gift card.......oh ya baby....... Momma needs a 90 minute massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And a pedicure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just like a kid, give me an inch.......and I want the whole inch-ilada...&amp;nbsp; or I take a mile.....OR how about eating an enchilada while I walk a mile..&amp;nbsp; ok drive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The thunder has rolled and the lightening will strike any moment......goodbye calm, hello storm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Goodbye (for now) e-friends......&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Morning b-e-a-utiful Rugrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Someone please pour me another cup of coffee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2649916224406920281?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2649916224406920281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/calm-before-storm.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2649916224406920281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2649916224406920281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/calm-before-storm.html' title='THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/Sx0_6Ha7I_I/AAAAAAAABSI/qou1iNZDeaI/s72-c/around+the+house+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-786822508676600891</id><published>2010-10-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:42:14.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><title type='text'>30 DAYS OF INTIMACY: THE CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm joining Pamela at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelahutchins.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/intimacy-gets-a-visit-from-our-little-indian-friend/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Road to Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Nan at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and some other fellow bloggers in a 30 day&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Intimacy Challenge&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I accepted the challenge and then my oldest rugrat got very sick, then I hit the road to tour colleges, visit Mickey Mouse and return to an empty home because Hunk had left to go hunting in Idaho.&amp;nbsp; That worked out well for me. HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a serious note I actually have been paying more attention to our phone conversations.&amp;nbsp; I have been being sure to let him know I miss him and I am thinking about him.&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is I say I've been thinking about you and he's like "OH YA",&amp;nbsp; (you know the tone, the I'm getting lucky tone) why do they always go there? Even when they are hundreds of miles away..LOL......&amp;nbsp; Normally I would have said "uh.....ya right." and laughed but instead I went with it......I said "Yep dreaming about you hunny".....&amp;nbsp; He said "Were you sleeping?"&amp;nbsp; I said "Nope..... I was &lt;em&gt;day dreaming&lt;/em&gt;".....So then when I was talking him the next day he said he can't get&amp;nbsp;that song "I been daydreaming about night things, in the middle of the afternoon" out of his mind........then he said "so I've been thinking about you allot".....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm trying to keep up on the challenge the best I can, until he comes home.&amp;nbsp; I'm also going to put this neat writing on the wall that I found at Michaels craft store....(as soon as I decide which one to get)....&amp;nbsp; They were neat sayings for the bedroom wall and they look like they are hand painted once up on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Any romantic or fun lovin' intimacy ideas???&amp;nbsp; Send them my way......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Want to join the challenge, leave a comment letting us know you are joining in and if you have a blog leave your link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OH BY THE WAY...... CSN HAS CONTACTED ME TO DO ANOTHER GIVEAWAY SO I WILL HAVE THAT UP IN THE NEXT COUPLE DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't forget to kiss your sweethearts goodnight and tell them how much you love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-786822508676600891?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/786822508676600891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-days-of-intimacy-challenge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/786822508676600891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/786822508676600891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-days-of-intimacy-challenge.html' title='30 DAYS OF INTIMACY: THE CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-797345373843496829</id><published>2010-10-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:44:13.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Travel&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>HOLY COW- MICKEY MOUSE- AND ALL THAT - I'M ALLLIIIIVVVEEE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TMBQAMVBT2I/AAAAAAAACSo/lE_pZwDR2jE/s1600/Grand_Californian-lobby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TMBQAMVBT2I/AAAAAAAACSo/lE_pZwDR2jE/s400/Grand_Californian-lobby.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm alive!&amp;nbsp; I'm typing to you in a dark room at the Grand Californian Disney Hotel at the Disneyland park.&amp;nbsp; Why in the dark?&amp;nbsp; Because my rugrats are still sleeping and I woke up thinking......do I go back to sleep?&amp;nbsp; NOPE..... I need to write my e-friends!&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking of you all and missin' you all and so swamped I've hardly had time to PEE!.&amp;nbsp; OKAY....I've peed but seriously......busy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some good.......some not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's see......since my last post I went to Southern California for my Oncologist appointment....Everything went good.&amp;nbsp; I need to go have a chest Xray done next week some time but all in all was a good visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My friend Sharon came with me and we (actually stayed right here where I am typing to you from today...WELL not this exact room, but you get the picture)......and we went in to Disneyland for a couple days while we were here......AND we got rained on for a couple of days while we were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THEN I had a party at my house with a few friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THEN my oldest son called me in tears because he was having so much pain in his chest.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strike&gt;flew &lt;/strike&gt;over to his house and drove him down to the hospital (stopping only once to get out and calm my nerves because I was staring to do what I do...and work myself up.....and felt sick to my tummy and a bit light headed....not the best thing for the DRIVER to do)......we got to emergency &lt;strike&gt;and waited&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; and he had xrays done and was told he had pneumonia.....a few days later.........back to emergency we go......new stronger meds (over $300 later WITH insurance) we had the new meds.......slight improvement....yesterday he went in to his primary dr. and was told it is asthma/allergies and his lung is full of mucus, not pneumonia.&amp;nbsp; The reason his whole body has started aching is the lack of oxygen to it......the gurgle in his lung is the mucus......&amp;nbsp; So hopefully he will REALLY be on the mend this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND.....I've been touring colleges with my other son.&amp;nbsp; We went to UC Merced one day, next day UC Davis,&amp;nbsp; next day (yesterday) Cal State Bakersfield......where we met with the wrestling coaches and my son was offered a spot on the wrestling team there......and then we drove farther south and stopped here at Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; We will go into the park today, see a water/light show tonight and tomorrow we are touring another college.&amp;nbsp; Biola University which is a private Christian college down here.&amp;nbsp; And then we head home.&amp;nbsp; Saturday he has the ACT testing and my oldest daughter has dance performance at Oktoberfest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seriously......ugh......one of the kids just farted.....not sure who, but lets just say it was not quiet.&amp;nbsp; If I stop typing it means I passed out from the smell.....&lt;em&gt;How can they not have been woken up by the fog horn sound that just happened?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;If Hunk was here I would have blamed it on him......it was that......okay, sorry....I'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorry.....even in the midst of a hectic couple of weeks I still have to keep it real....Spill the beans on my life.....and right now my life is in a hotel room, missing you all, worrying about my oldest son, thinking about how I won't see my Hunk for a couple weeks (he is leaving tomorrow for hunting in Idaho), wondering which college my son will choose and which one will choose him, thinking about all the money that Mickey Mouse will make off of us today and all the fun we will have while he does......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And OF COURSE......wondering if a &lt;em&gt;gas&lt;/em&gt; mask would have been a good investment for this trip.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope you all are doing great.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miss you tons and think about you lots, just feelin' like Dori lately "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming".........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-797345373843496829?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/797345373843496829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-cow-mickey-mouse-and-all-that-im.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/797345373843496829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/797345373843496829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-cow-mickey-mouse-and-all-that-im.html' title='HOLY COW- MICKEY MOUSE- AND ALL THAT - I&apos;M ALLLIIIIVVVEEE!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TMBQAMVBT2I/AAAAAAAACSo/lE_pZwDR2jE/s72-c/Grand_Californian-lobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-1206079317785421067</id><published>2010-10-01T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:35:44.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>LETTING GO...PUTTING ON MY BIG GIRL PANTIES..{Not always easy to do}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~LETTING GO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYO6wsCbjI/AAAAAAAACSU/HMF5Sk22Qgk/s1600/LET+GO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYO6wsCbjI/AAAAAAAACSU/HMF5Sk22Qgk/s640/LET+GO.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Letting go is something we have to do so often, yet it's so difficult to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From the time our children are little we are teaching them so that later we can "let them go".&amp;nbsp; They can't wait for that independence and yet we dread it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not just because we want to control them &lt;strike&gt;though I admit I struggle with this&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;strike&gt;because gosh darnit I KNOW BEST&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But because of the fear we have.&amp;nbsp; Will they get hurt?&amp;nbsp; How will the decisions they are making today&amp;nbsp;affect them down the road?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYSq5slgfI/AAAAAAAACSk/9UGuXAlU0Xs/s1600/school_bus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYSq5slgfI/AAAAAAAACSk/9UGuXAlU0Xs/s400/school_bus.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From the time we send them off to &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kindergarten-bus-ride-one-happy-boy-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Kindergarten it starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Are they going to be able to find their classroom?&amp;nbsp; Is another&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;someones little brat&lt;/strike&gt; child going to pick on them?&amp;nbsp; Are they going to understand the work?&amp;nbsp; Will they make friends quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then as it moves on they enter high school and you have a whole new bag of worries.&amp;nbsp; Will they start hanging with the wrong crowd?&amp;nbsp; Will they start drinking or trying drugs?&amp;nbsp; Will they get into fights &lt;strike&gt;with someones big brat child.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Will they do their work and get good grades for college?&amp;nbsp; Will they want to attend college?&amp;nbsp; Will they be respectful to others?&amp;nbsp; WILL THEY MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PARENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYPfh46TDI/AAAAAAAACSc/R6kX1DLhhr0/s1600/teen+driver+cartoon+joke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYPfh46TDI/AAAAAAAACSc/R6kX1DLhhr0/s640/teen+driver+cartoon+joke.jpg" width="529" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND then......then it happens.....&amp;nbsp; They get a drivers license.&amp;nbsp; The rest now seems like a cake walk.&amp;nbsp; You are putting your child&amp;nbsp; in God's hands.&amp;nbsp; We do this daily but NOW.......now I pray more often, now I pray even harder.&amp;nbsp; "Please God, just wrap your arms around him and get him to school safely"......&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I already went through this my my oldest rugrat but now I'm doing round two.&amp;nbsp; I'm a spaz when it comes to cars.&amp;nbsp; I've lost two of my very good friends to car accidents.&amp;nbsp; I know it doesn't JUST HAPPEN TO OTHER PEOPLE...&amp;nbsp; This spins my head up a bit and makes me be a major freako about my rugats driving.&amp;nbsp; So my son has only been allowed to drive to the bus stop and back each day, and around our town here.&amp;nbsp; He has driven other places but always with Hunk or myself (usually Hunk, because as I expressed I'm a freako in the car) and he's done a great job.&amp;nbsp; BUT ehemmmmmmm&amp;nbsp; I'm a freako in the car and I want him to have more practice before he takes off up the hill and over that curvy pass and drops back down into town to his school.&amp;nbsp; (I feel sick just typing this).... Why?&amp;nbsp; Because my son called and the bus was pulling out as he was pulling in and he is now on his way driving to the high school.&amp;nbsp; He is going up that hill and over that curvy pass and dropping down into that town where his high school is.&amp;nbsp; I've already stopped and prayed.&amp;nbsp; I already shot a text&amp;nbsp;out to my dear friend Sharon and she has already prayed.&amp;nbsp; Won't you join us?!&amp;nbsp; Ok, deep breaths and back to my post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TEssA9aZGGI/AAAAAAAAB_k/ehPqkoero78/s1600/collage+kyle+meganweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TEssA9aZGGI/AAAAAAAAB_k/ehPqkoero78/s320/collage+kyle+meganweb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have to let go.&amp;nbsp; We let go when they graduate high school and move on to college.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We let go when they announce that they are getting married &lt;strike&gt;and some girl is taking my little boy from me&lt;/strike&gt; and you are happy for them but it gives a little pain in the heart knowing things will be changing.&amp;nbsp; Knowing they need you less each year.&amp;nbsp; This is what we work towards from the time they are born, but why is it so hard to do when the time comes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYP89KeBXI/AAAAAAAACSg/yagT6ZF7L3Q/s1600/Stephanie+graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYP89KeBXI/AAAAAAAACSg/yagT6ZF7L3Q/s640/Stephanie+graduation.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aside from children there are other areas we have to let go of.&amp;nbsp; OUR YOUTH.&amp;nbsp; We keep dropping those pennies in the fountain of youth but one day it becomes obvious &lt;strike&gt;can't believe I'm going to admit this &lt;/strike&gt;I will never have my 18 year old body back again.&amp;nbsp; DANGIT!&amp;nbsp; But if it came with the price tag of having my 18 year old mind back along with it, I think I would have to pass.&amp;nbsp; OH I thought I knew it all, just like my oldest rugrats think they do, but oh how I sooooooooooooo knew nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYPCbVV_kI/AAAAAAAACSY/L-FsZ26wT8Q/s1600/Grandad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYPCbVV_kI/AAAAAAAACSY/L-FsZ26wT8Q/s640/Grandad.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have to let go of loved ones who pass away.&amp;nbsp; We miss them, we grieve for them and then we have to learn to let that go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our lives are always changing.&amp;nbsp; New great things happening and the processing of letting go.&amp;nbsp; It's bitter sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I'm sitting on my front porch with Hunk, holding hands and &amp;nbsp;looking out over the lake drinking&amp;nbsp;our morning&amp;nbsp;coffee&amp;nbsp;in peace I may like change.&amp;nbsp; When I don't have to rush around getting everyone ready for school or taking them to dance, guitar, wrestling&amp;nbsp;or volleyball practice I may be grateful for that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/S6kVjov3b2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/CpV3PTXKLbc/s1600/stressing+mom.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/S6kVjov3b2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/CpV3PTXKLbc/s1600/stressing+mom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who&amp;nbsp;am I&amp;nbsp;kidding?&amp;nbsp; I'll have grand-rats running around in place of my rugrats&amp;nbsp;and I'll be smiling every single step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In with the old and out with the new....A change is a-comin' like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I'm going to &lt;strike&gt;try to&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; put on my big girl panties and &lt;strike&gt;deal with&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spillin' it one coffee cup at a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS..... I just called my son WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO CALL ME AS SOON AS HE GOT TO SCHOOL and he is there safe and sound..... my heart was pounding out my chest with each ring of the phone..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Where are those big girl panties when I need them"???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-1206079317785421067?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1206079317785421067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-goputting-on-my-big-girl.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1206079317785421067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1206079317785421067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-goputting-on-my-big-girl.html' title='LETTING GO...PUTTING ON MY BIG GIRL PANTIES..{Not always easy to do}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKYO6wsCbjI/AAAAAAAACSU/HMF5Sk22Qgk/s72-c/LET+GO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-1346949747132443620</id><published>2010-09-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:22:08.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>PROCRASTINATION [Why am I so good at it?}</title><content type='html'>This is part of an on-going series&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life. To see Tuesday's Aloha-&amp;nbsp;Cleaning out Clutter-Yard Sale&amp;nbsp;post go &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/yard-sale-clean-out-clutter-while.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Procrastination are we born doing it or is it something we learn along the way?&amp;nbsp; Some people do something the minute it needs to be done and others put it off until the last second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm somewhere in the middle but lean towards the last minute..&amp;nbsp; WHY?&amp;nbsp; WHY? WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I come up with my own reasons.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There isn't enough time in the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;NEED to sit and take a beak for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;See reason #1 and #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But there are others who have just as much to do as I do and seem to find time to be organized and NOT procrastinate.&amp;nbsp; Getting organized has been a lifelong goal of mine and so why not add STOP PROCRASTINATING to the list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sure I do the things that HAVE to be done.&amp;nbsp; But other things, that are important to me, I sometimes drop the ball on.&amp;nbsp; Like I have great intentions....but then awful follow thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I buy birthday cards and forget to mail them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I buy birthday gifts and forget to give them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have errands to run in town and then I forget to bring the items on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I buy the jars, etc. to do my canning and then I drop the ball on getting the fresh fruit/vegis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I buy stuff for a party and don't end up having time to properly plan for it and execute the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sure I could go on and on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then you have my daughter.&amp;nbsp; 7th grade and she organizes me.&amp;nbsp; She does a book report when it is assigned and will have it sitting there for a month waiting for the due date.&amp;nbsp; She makes lists for me, she plans parties for me, she is my little helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where did she get this from?&amp;nbsp; NO CLUE....&amp;nbsp; But I admire it in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another thing I don't understand about procrastinating is that when I do something WITHOUT procrastinating it feels so good.&amp;nbsp; When I remember things and take my list to town with me and get things crossed off and done it feels great!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know I do need to say "no" and take a little off of my plate but owning our own business and being responsible for the office part of it, having 3 children living at home, one whom we are planning college for and one child who bought a home about 10 minutes away from us (which we are redoing a roof on, etc. helping him) AND he is engaged to be married this next year......it's a bit hard to have much of a life.&amp;nbsp; I MISS MY FRIENDS.&amp;nbsp; I miss some free time...&amp;nbsp; But my #1 duty is being a wife, mommy and our office work has to be next in line.......so we have somewhere to live as a wife and mommy and food to feed our family (dang work thing).....And my friends and family are on that list......I just wish I had more time to spend with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I decide I'm just DOING IT.... It's good at first and then I pay for it later.&amp;nbsp; I get behind in the office (which stresses me), my housework gets behind (which is an ongoing problem. Can I hear an Amen? PLEASE...tell me I'm not alone)....And then those roll over into the time the kids and Hunk is home in the afternoon and it takes time away from them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There has to be a happy medium and I'm in search for it...&amp;nbsp; And while on my search and on my journey of thinning out the JUNK and CLUTTER from my life and getting myself organized, I'm going to work on NOT procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love my life.&amp;nbsp; I don't take one single breath for granted, just need to get back to some basics and be a better "manager" of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Living my Aloha........Just had to sell the grass skirt.......it was cluttering up the place. (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OH OH OH..... AND I'm canning my Salsa today...... Check it off the list baby........Ahhhhhhhh.....I'll let you know how good that feels when I'm done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-1346949747132443620?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1346949747132443620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastination-why-am-i-so-good-at-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1346949747132443620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1346949747132443620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastination-why-am-i-so-good-at-it.html' title='PROCRASTINATION [Why am I so good at it?}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-1921158651641982953</id><published>2010-09-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:03:20.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>YARD SALE- CLEAN OUT THE CLUTTER {while getting a sunburn and earning .25 cents}</title><content type='html'>This is part of an on-going series&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt; LBDDiaries&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life. To see Thursday's post go &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/kindness-dont-mistake-being-kind-for.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.Kindness! Kindness! Kindness! I’m practicing my KINDNESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKH0oUw0e_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/A8Ap3SMTaFM/s1600/yard+Sale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKH0oUw0e_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/A8Ap3SMTaFM/s400/yard+Sale.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wanted to change it up just a bit today and talk about "clutter" in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is it hoarding?&amp;nbsp; Is it collecting?&amp;nbsp; Is it all the money we spent on "stuff" that we feel we can't get rid of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had a yard sale this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Talk about working hard for little pay.&amp;nbsp; I never worked so hard for .25 cents!&amp;nbsp; A brand new jacket I asked .50 cents for it and without skipping a beat he says TWENTY-FIVE.&amp;nbsp; I said &lt;strike&gt;she openeth her mouth with wisdom and on her tongue is the law of kindness&lt;/strike&gt; "Nooooooooo, .50 cents"&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;He bought it&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But oh my gosh!&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I think if it had been $1 he would have shouted out FIFTY CENTS..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By the time the sun had burnt me up on the 2nd day and I knew I was going to have to pack all the &lt;strike&gt;crap&lt;/strike&gt; stuff up that we didn't sell the Yard Sale sign now had "Sale" crossed out and "FREE" written over it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bottom line Sunday was over 100 degrees outside and not many people were shopping.&amp;nbsp; Plus many people think a Saturday-Sunday yard sale will be picked over junk "left overs" on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; The truth was our Sunday yard sale was FULL of new stuff.&amp;nbsp; Hunk and my dad went to our barn and got another huge trailer load of "stuff" to go through on Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; In fact I had "better" items on Sunday than I did on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We bagged up all the clothes and bedding (about 15 boxes and bags worth) and donated them to a woman/child shelter in town.&amp;nbsp; All the books we donated to the local library.&amp;nbsp; The rest Hunk loaded up in the trailer to go either trash or Amvets or Salvation Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So in the end after a day of &amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;sun burning, irritation, yard sale grime &lt;/strike&gt;meeting new people, seeing the excitement on little kids faces when I tell them something is .10 cents, .25 cents or FREE I made about $160.00 and I have a barn that has allot more room in it.&amp;nbsp; That is a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not "done" getting the clutter out.&amp;nbsp; I have lots more things I want to really go through and finish getting rid of (Just to set the record straight, I will not be getting rid of it via a yard sale, I will be GIVING it all away).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When our lives are cluttered, when our homes are cluttered, when we can't find things or don't have room to properly store things or allow everything to have a place it can call home (besides the kitchen counter top) then it's time to do some thinning out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I strongly believe when we live with clutter our mind is cluttered.&amp;nbsp; At least in my case.&amp;nbsp; I think that is why getting rid of the extra stuff feels so freeing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I do have to admit while I sat there on Saturday and Sunday and unloaded boxes &lt;strike&gt;getting totally side tracked when I opened boxes of old photos&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;and I layed it all out on tables and tarps the filled a good portion of the yard I felt a tinge of guilt and remorse.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; WASTE.&amp;nbsp; So much WASTE.&amp;nbsp; So many items with tags still on them.&amp;nbsp; So many un-used expensive items.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I found myself thinking "If I could have all the money back from these purchases my bank account would be looking pretty good right now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I won't dwell on it though.&amp;nbsp; It was an eye opener and I will use that "eye opener" every time I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; something new.&amp;nbsp; Am I 100% sure I will use the heck out of it?&amp;nbsp; Do I have a place to store it?&amp;nbsp; Will I still want to use it next year and the year after?&amp;nbsp; How gut wrenching is it going to be to sell it for TWENTY FIVE CENTS??&amp;nbsp; Am I THAT sure I NEED it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clear the clutter!&amp;nbsp; It is so freeing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma.....stepping off her box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-1921158651641982953?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1921158651641982953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/yard-sale-clean-out-clutter-while.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1921158651641982953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/1921158651641982953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/yard-sale-clean-out-clutter-while.html' title='YARD SALE- CLEAN OUT THE CLUTTER {while getting a sunburn and earning .25 cents}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKH0oUw0e_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/A8Ap3SMTaFM/s72-c/yard+Sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4206770184792612819</id><published>2010-09-27T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:13:21.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Me On Monday'/><title type='text'>Meet Me on Monday's......</title><content type='html'>Meet me on Monday's via &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Java&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Go on over and join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many TV’s do you have in your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKCy26n4DbI/AAAAAAAACSE/EfWVSQUxFmc/s1600/arg-lady-chips-tv-bluebg-url.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKCy26n4DbI/AAAAAAAACSE/EfWVSQUxFmc/s320/arg-lady-chips-tv-bluebg-url.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.artie.com/"&gt;http://www.artie.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the animation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have 5 TV's in our home.&amp;nbsp; One in our bedroom, one in the living room, one in our sons room, one in our daughters room and one at the bar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. What is on your bedside table (nightstand)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKC0RY66-tI/AAAAAAAACSI/zmhac_fh9g0/s1600/bible+nightstand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKC0RY66-tI/AAAAAAAACSI/zmhac_fh9g0/s320/bible+nightstand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let see.&amp;nbsp; My hormone medication, My bible, my lamp, my alarm clock (that I never set cuz Hunk sets his), an ink pen, whatever book I may be reading at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many pair of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKDNvZM6GAI/AAAAAAAACSM/6GX6_4Xj5WE/s1600/crazy+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKDNvZM6GAI/AAAAAAAACSM/6GX6_4Xj5WE/s400/crazy+shoes.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hmmmmmm&amp;nbsp; Not a ton actually.&amp;nbsp; I just had a yard sale!&amp;nbsp; So cleaning out the clutter.&amp;nbsp; If I had to guess I would say maybe 10 to 15 pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. Can you change a flat tire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do I have a SPARE TIRE?&amp;nbsp; yes around my waist..... Oh wait, that wasn't the question....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If I had to change a flat tire.....&amp;nbsp;I believe I could, yes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. Do you prefer sweet treats or salty treats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have you seen my backside?&amp;nbsp; Let's just say......I prefer TREATS.....&amp;nbsp; In fact I prefer sweet and salty treats....&amp;nbsp; Like sweet and salty chex mix.... Yummmmmmmm, Yummmmmmm Yummmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the low down on me this week.&amp;nbsp; How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4206770184792612819?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4206770184792612819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-me-on-mondays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4206770184792612819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4206770184792612819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-me-on-mondays.html' title='Meet Me on Monday&apos;s......'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TKCy26n4DbI/AAAAAAAACSE/EfWVSQUxFmc/s72-c/arg-lady-chips-tv-bluebg-url.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2479624261210100035</id><published>2010-09-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:26:03.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>KINDNESS {DON'T MISTAKE BEING KIND FOR BEING WEAK}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is part of an on-going series &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life. To see Tuesday's post go &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/speaker-beth-moore-on-her-toungue-is.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kindness! Kindness! Kindness! I’m practicing my KINDNESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beth made 8 “points” about Kindness. Today I want to share the first point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJtgBaISnNI/AAAAAAAACR8/KuVmXAwUJ9o/s1600/dog+and+bambi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJtgBaISnNI/AAAAAAAACR8/KuVmXAwUJ9o/s400/dog+and+bambi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Kindness is NOT weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being kind doesn’t mean we have to be “weak”. It doesn’t mean because we are CHOOSING to be kind that we are now a doormat. We just need to keep a kindness about us as we stand firm in whatever it may be that we need to stand up about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In other words we can be aware of wickedness whether it be in someone’s actions or in their words to us but we can &lt;strong&gt;make a choice&lt;/strong&gt; to be kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is not to say that occasionally someone won't try to “steam roll you” because they feel you are “kind” and they think they can get away with it. Those people will always be out there BUT how you respond is to them up to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can say “Don’t confuse my kindness with weakness” and then repeat your answer. Now, you don’t have to do this with your hands on your hips and your finger waggin’ in their face. (When you feel the need to do this just repeat to yourself “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This brings me to “confession time”. Ughhhhhh You know I have to spill it and keep it real here on my Soapbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday morning......I was cranky.&amp;nbsp; YES,&amp;nbsp;it happens from time to time. I had not had enough sleep, I have a lot of work to get done and the girls have minimum days each day this week because of teacher conferences. Hunk thought he was being his normal silly self. OKAY he WAS being his normally silly self (I just apparently wasn't in the mood) and he was teasing about a raccoon that had gotten into the garbage, saying “Good thing we don’t have a dog to get into the trash”. (Many of you know we lost our sweet Nestlie (chocolate lab) which broke all of our hearts….and I’m not ready to have another dog just yet.) &amp;nbsp;I must admit I’m enjoying not having things torn up and dug up….. now Nestlie was too old to do this but I am well aware that a puppy will……(I’m sure I’ll give in soon)……. So anywho…….Hunk made this comment. He was teasing……. Did I mention I was tired? So I guess the look on my face and my walking to the living room gave away that a bit of irritation was brewing in me. &lt;em&gt;imagine it? in me? what next, ocean front property in Arizona? &lt;/em&gt;He told me he was only kidding not to get upset. I said “I’m not” (HA…..whatever)…… Then he says that I’m upset that he said to not get upset…… and again, if you know Hunk you know he is trying to poke fun and he wasn’t upset with me (not yet anyway…… I knew I needed to get out of my funk before he did get upset)….. So I walked into the kitchen and started getting my cup of coffee (more caffeine that is what I needed, then I’d be good. LOL) So, as I’m waiting for my coffee to finish brewing I am repeating OVER AND OVER “She opens her mouth with wisdom and on her tongue is the law of kindness”. SERIOUSLY over and over and over…. I THOUGHT (key word) I was only saying it in my head but apparently..ummmmm NO….. my mouth was moving because from the kitchen table Hunks says “Steph, who are you talking to?” It was a deer in the headlights moment… I said “ummmmm myself” He looked at me like he now realized I really did need to go back to bed, I was losing it. He said “Whatcha saying to yourself?” and chuckled. I said “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness” He said “I told you I was kidding” I said “I know that I’m not mad” He said “If you know that and you are not mad then why do you feel the need to keep repeating that to yourself”? “hmmmmmmmm, good question. “Ok, so I am tired and I knew I was about to overreact “ and we both started laughing…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It worked! Even on a cranky butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes we need to be reminded to be kind to the kind and other times to be kind to the wicked, ungrateful poops that cross your path. Don’t get sucked into their (or your) negative ways and responses. Rise above it. If not, it will stick with you……LONG after the conversation is over. Be proud of yourself…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be aware of the wickedness but make a choice TO BE KIND. Often times kindness toward someone who is being ..ehemmm…..a jerk to you can soften them. I try to keep in mind that when someone is reacting (or OVER reacting) in a “less than kind” way about something, there usually is something else behind it. Something else that has happened in their day, something else on their mind that has them on edge and they were at a breaking point. Now, I know this isn’t always the case, some people are just negative, grumpy poops…..but we don’t have to join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;KINDNESS- It’s not weakness……It’s much easier to snap back at someone….. No, being kind isn’t being weak, in fact it’s the opposite. It can take a lot of strength and self control to react in “kindness” when someone is being rude to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So don’t let people “walk all over you”…. Stand up for yourself. BUT do it with integrity. Do it with class. Be the person you can look in the mirror and be proud of at the end of the day. Be the person your spouse can be proud to have at&amp;nbsp;their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let’s strive to do this together. Let's "kill em with kindness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A kind hearted woman gains respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm all about wantin' some r-e-s-p-e-c-t.. (sorry you can't hear my accent or tone, haven't figure out how to type that yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2479624261210100035?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2479624261210100035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/kindness-dont-mistake-being-kind-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2479624261210100035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2479624261210100035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/kindness-dont-mistake-being-kind-for.html' title='KINDNESS {DON&apos;T MISTAKE BEING KIND FOR BEING WEAK}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJtgBaISnNI/AAAAAAAACR8/KuVmXAwUJ9o/s72-c/dog+and+bambi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4412185839287460572</id><published>2010-09-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:00:00.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>SPEAKER: BETH MOORE {ON HER TOUNGUE IS THE LAW OF KINDNESS}</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is part of an on-going series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/BLOG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJhBLn2TSPI/AAAAAAAACR0/yyphjwGfrNY/s1600/bear+mean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJhBLn2TSPI/AAAAAAAACR0/yyphjwGfrNY/s400/bear+mean.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is this what you look like when you openeth your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"She opens her&amp;nbsp;mouth with wisdom and on her tongue is the law of kindness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 31:26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was what the topic was based on when listening to Beth Moore on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; She gave a couple reasons &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; she felt like this would be a good topic for all of us women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we live in a mean world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She made it clear that she meant &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;hard.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pointing out if we haven't come across mean people in the last two weeks that we just plain aren't getting out enough.&amp;nbsp; Hand gestures are given while driving, people cutting in line.&amp;nbsp; It's everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.&amp;nbsp; Because "She openeth her mouth"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This we know.&amp;nbsp; But this also made me laugh.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;spot light&lt;/span&gt; was shining on me in the crowd when she said this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;She might as well have said I'm speaking on this topic "Because STEPHANIE&amp;nbsp; openeth her mouth"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that us women will open our mouths.&amp;nbsp; Maybe some of us just need to work on not putting our foot in it as often.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I definitely got the gift of gab.&amp;nbsp; I love to visit with friends, I love to laugh and I love to talk.&amp;nbsp; Not that there is anything wrong with this.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough when there are a lot of people around, even people I know well, I tend to feel a bit shy, but one on one in line at the store with a total stranger and I can tell you what color panties they are wearing by the time I leave the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, maybe not the color but at least where they go to buy them. &lt;em&gt;You get the idea.... &lt;/em&gt;I openeth my mouth....a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beth went on to talk about how men use approx. 7,000 words a day while women use approx. 20,000 words a day.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if these numbers are correct but it wouldn't shock me if they were.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes while Hunk and I are talking I am also carrying on a conversation in my head that usually is along the lines of "He's just sitting there looking at me, I wish he would open up more, it's like I'm doing most of the talking...Ok, it's not &lt;em&gt;like I'm doing most of the talking&lt;/em&gt;..I AM doing most of the talking....SHUT YOUR MOUTH STEPHANIE so he can open up and do some talking"&amp;nbsp; Seriously, sometimes I hardly come up for air.&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited about something it's like I'm talking in warp speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Again this isn't always a bad thing but if we are doing a lot of talking and it isn't kindness rolling off of our tongue it's definitely not a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beth then began to talk about how Jesus was raised from the grave.&amp;nbsp; She asked, WHO did Jesus show himself to first?&amp;nbsp; The answer:&amp;nbsp; THE WOMEN.....&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because he wanted to get the word out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She had many one liners and really was a hoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She spoke about how us women (mothers, aunts, sisters) are all teachers.&amp;nbsp; We are teachers by examples.&amp;nbsp; This is so true.&amp;nbsp; How many times have you heard "Children learn what they live?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do I really want my child to live "A chatty Cathy doll for a mom?"&amp;nbsp; Pull the string over and over and sometimes it's like I'm talking to just to make noise.&amp;nbsp; They have stopped listening after the 3rd time of me telling them WHY I'm telling them what I'm telling them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shoot..I talk to myself when nobody is home!&amp;nbsp; I talk to myself when people ARE home.&amp;nbsp; Not like I'm a nut job&amp;nbsp;but when I'm working on something I have a habit of talking OUT LOUD to myself about my next step.&amp;nbsp; If I counted how many times I say "Okay" to myself during the day I may have used up my 20,000 words on that word alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She also spoke about being careful with our words.&amp;nbsp;That we have a responsibility with our voice.&amp;nbsp; There are things we can say or may have already said to our children that they won't forget.&amp;nbsp; Ten years from now they will be writing in to the Dr. Phil show about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I do&amp;nbsp;agree that&amp;nbsp;we have a responsibility with our voice not only with our children but when we are making our voice published.&amp;nbsp; Not as in an Author of a best seller but as in text messages, emails and blogs.&amp;nbsp; Things that can be forwarded and seen by so many people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My goal is to publish things that lift people up.&amp;nbsp; Publish things that help others.&amp;nbsp; Publish things that cause other to stop and think.&amp;nbsp; If I write a post that can touch just one person and make a positive difference in their lives I will have a smile so wide the white from my teeth would shine brighter than the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am taking to heart what I learned this weekend.&amp;nbsp; What is great is&amp;nbsp;whether you are a&amp;nbsp;Christian or not wouldn't the world be a better place if everyone "Opened their mouths with wisdom and on their tongues was the law of kindness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I decided I'm going to do &lt;em&gt;at least one&lt;/em&gt; act of kindness each day this week and see how much better I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday after leaving "Living Proof Live" I went to Costco and bought groceries.&amp;nbsp; I bought extra for my son and I also purchased him a microwave and took it over to his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday I let my daughter go shopping with a couple friends and I gave her money to buy a new dress for the upcoming dance and for a pair of boots she has been wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today my act of kindness started out being a gift (TV stand) for my son (his roommate just moved out and he is in need of some items) but on my way home someone rear-ended me and it only left a small dent in my bumper (their headlight was completely busted out) they didn't appear to be very financially set &lt;em&gt;from what I could tell&lt;/em&gt; and were very nice.&amp;nbsp; I told them not to worry about it, that it was a small dent and I would take care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every act doesn't have to be an expense to the checking account and in fact I think some of the best gifts don't cost anything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just try to think of something each day, try to think of a kind word you can say to someone.&amp;nbsp; You never know how much your kindness will touch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be sure to let me know what act you chose to do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Together we can make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4412185839287460572?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4412185839287460572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/speaker-beth-moore-on-her-toungue-is.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4412185839287460572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4412185839287460572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/speaker-beth-moore-on-her-toungue-is.html' title='SPEAKER: BETH MOORE {ON HER TOUNGUE IS THE LAW OF KINDNESS}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJhBLn2TSPI/AAAAAAAACR0/yyphjwGfrNY/s72-c/bear+mean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7362157430905898965</id><published>2010-09-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:03:00.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>BETH MOORE {LIVING PROOF}- What an awsome speaker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJdvJAooPaI/AAAAAAAACRc/La-qNHualbQ/s1600/Beth+Moore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJdvJAooPaI/AAAAAAAACRc/La-qNHualbQ/s400/Beth+Moore.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday I went to the "Beth Moore Living Proof Live (Simulcast)"&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; It was so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I had heard she was a good speaker and I just loved her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She spoke on "Kindness."&amp;nbsp; She gave some really good points.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect timing for me.&amp;nbsp; Part of what I have been working on already with my Aloha posts.&amp;nbsp; This is definitely part of being able to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; my Aloha.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to share with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Aloha posts are every Tuesday and Thursday's together with Nan over at &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt;Lbddiaries&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; This week I will be posting about what I learned from Beth Moore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you are a woman and you "&lt;em&gt;open your mouth&lt;/em&gt;".&amp;nbsp; You will want to hear what Beth had to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-7362157430905898965?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7362157430905898965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/beth-moore-living-proof-what-awsome.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7362157430905898965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7362157430905898965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/beth-moore-living-proof-what-awsome.html' title='BETH MOORE {LIVING PROOF}- What an awsome speaker!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJdvJAooPaI/AAAAAAAACRc/La-qNHualbQ/s72-c/Beth+Moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3126477046601959284</id><published>2010-09-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:45:18.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>LOVING MY LIFE AGAIN {ALOHA HAS RETURNED}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJLHLweaRBI/AAAAAAAACRU/bRv9VE1d2Ak/s1600/Maui+2010+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJLHLweaRBI/AAAAAAAACRU/bRv9VE1d2Ak/s640/Maui+2010+016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Aloha is back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a difference a day can make!&amp;nbsp; I still am sad about our loss, of course, the loss of all&amp;nbsp;of us&amp;nbsp;family members and all his friends.&amp;nbsp; He left two children and many grandchildren and great grandchildren behind, who all miss him very much.&amp;nbsp; Emotions run high and it's easy to let yourself get sucked in and feel sorry for yourself.&amp;nbsp; No more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Aloha has returned.&amp;nbsp; Today, in fact, has been one of those days when you feel like everything is going GREAT!&amp;nbsp; Not that all the difficult things in my life aren't still there BUT we all have them to deal with and I choose to NOT focus on them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am making a conscious effort to see &lt;strong&gt;the glass as half full&lt;/strong&gt; instead of half empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got a ton of stuff done for our home office today.&amp;nbsp; Woop! Woop!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took my son to take his drivers license test AND HE PASSED... stay off the roadways...&lt;em&gt;kidding!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got some food back in my pantry and fridge..&lt;em&gt;the rugrat's are kissing my feet and saying "thank you for not starving us&amp;nbsp;Momma. &amp;nbsp;I love you so much Momma.&amp;nbsp; You are the best Momma anyone could ask for."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I bought chicken dinner at the store and didn't have to cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I made it back in time from the DMV to pick my girls up from volleyball practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's funny how much a difference looking at &lt;em&gt;the glass as half full&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;half empty&lt;/em&gt; can make.&amp;nbsp; If I was looking at it half empty I would have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't get everything done in the office today that I needed to do and now I have to do some work tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to drive my son BACK to the dmv today for his test because I accidentally took him yesterday and his appointment was today.&amp;nbsp; What a waste of time and gas.&amp;nbsp; I had it on my calendar but was too frustrated and didn't read it correctly. ughhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got groceries and got all the way home, through two locked gates only to have my children come to me and say "MOMMA, we have NO MILK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They were out of drumsticks so I had to have another thigh for our chicken dinner and the girls really like drumsticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to rush back from the DMV to pick up the girls from Volleyball practice.&amp;nbsp; Rush here, rush there, that is all it seems I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HA!&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is as I was first typing this post I was thinking what a FANTASTIC day I had.&amp;nbsp; How everything went &lt;strong&gt;perfectly&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; How I love it when I have those days..&amp;nbsp; And then when I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to look at it from a negative point of view.....I realized EVERYTHING DID NOT GO PERFECT... MY ATTITUDE made me feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm choosing the cup to be half full &lt;strike&gt;of wine &lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When you feel the negativity creeping in stop in your tracks and ask yourself "What could I say positive about this situation OR what could I do to turn this around?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You will be so glad you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love you more than cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for being there to fill my glass back up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3126477046601959284?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3126477046601959284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/loving-my-life-again-aloha-has-returned.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3126477046601959284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3126477046601959284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/loving-my-life-again-aloha-has-returned.html' title='LOVING MY LIFE AGAIN {ALOHA HAS RETURNED}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJLHLweaRBI/AAAAAAAACRU/bRv9VE1d2Ak/s72-c/Maui+2010+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-758191121998900107</id><published>2010-09-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:00:45.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>"The Loss" and "The Will"  {Both can seem heartbreaking}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJDsZ4o06UI/AAAAAAAACRE/SadV-zrsb5M/s1600/Grandad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJDsZ4o06UI/AAAAAAAACRE/SadV-zrsb5M/s640/Grandad.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"In loving memory of our Grandad- We love you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's so sad how things can turn when someone passes away.&amp;nbsp; Especially if that someone has money and things they have left behind for "loved ones".&amp;nbsp; I told Hunk I think we should be sure to spend all of our money so our children don't have anything to &lt;em&gt;fight over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the midst of mourning the loss of a loved one you have to tread lightly to not offend the ones left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My feelings have been and always will be that the person who worked for every nickle they have has the right to do with it as they please.&amp;nbsp; We may not agree with their decision.&amp;nbsp; We may not like their decision but I feel we should respect the fact that THEY made the money, THEY saved the money and THEY have the right to leave it to who THEY feel it should go to.&amp;nbsp; Just as we have the right to earn money, save money and leave it to who we see fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obviously there are exceptions if someone was not of "sound mind" when the will was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know this is a morbid subject but it is one that is heavily on my mind the last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I cried last night for the loss of Hunk's grandfather.&amp;nbsp; I cried because yesterday was also the 15 year anniversary of Hunk's fathers death.&amp;nbsp; And I cried because I miss Hunks grandmother who passed a few years back.&amp;nbsp; I miss them all so much.&amp;nbsp; I cried happy tears because they are now all together again and I cried sad tears because of them no longer being here with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I cried because of the honor I felt for the things left to us and then I cried because of decisions that are being made out of guilt instead of out of what was intended.&amp;nbsp; And I prayed for peace and for guidance for my Hunk as he goes through this very difficult time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just want to give it all back and have Grandad here for another day.&amp;nbsp; It breaks my heart that that isn't an option we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love you Grandad and I thank you for everything you have ever done for us and taught us.&amp;nbsp; You were an angel here on earth and you are missed and loved more than we could ever express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you my efriends....&amp;nbsp;for letting me spill the beans.......straight from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-758191121998900107?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/758191121998900107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/loss-and-will-both-can-seem.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/758191121998900107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/758191121998900107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/loss-and-will-both-can-seem.html' title='&quot;The Loss&quot; and &quot;The Will&quot;  {Both can seem heartbreaking}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TJDsZ4o06UI/AAAAAAAACRE/SadV-zrsb5M/s72-c/Grandad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-4118576305361945152</id><published>2010-09-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:50:09.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>WINNER(S) OF THE "FIREPROOF YOUR MARRIAGE" GIVEAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TI-Y5-C6fxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/rriqxymIZ5U/s1600/winner.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TI-Y5-C6fxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/rriqxymIZ5U/s320/winner.gif" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorry it took me longer to get this posted.&amp;nbsp; Hunk's grandfather passed away and we have been a bit out of sorts here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know I was supposed to give away one movie and one book but I just felt like I should change that to TWO movie's and&amp;nbsp;TWO books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The winning comments are below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://midrae.blogspot.com/"&gt;midRae&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;br /&gt;And I think I just started following you on facebook. Let's hope I got that one right. :)? &lt;br /&gt;September 3, 2010 2:17 PM &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://agrowingviolet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;br /&gt;I took over bedtime routine duties the last few nights with kiddo so that my dh could get a little more sleep than usual. (That is usually their time together because he's gone during the day.) He works so stinking hard so that I can stay at home and homeschool our beautiful little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;September 4, 2010 9:33 AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Please send me an email with your mailing address and I will get them shipped out to you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;((((Love and Hugs))))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-4118576305361945152?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4118576305361945152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/winners-of-fireproof-your-marriage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4118576305361945152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/4118576305361945152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/winners-of-fireproof-your-marriage.html' title='WINNER(S) OF THE &quot;FIREPROOF YOUR MARRIAGE&quot; GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TI-Y5-C6fxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/rriqxymIZ5U/s72-c/winner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-336221102731660695</id><published>2010-09-13T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:53:25.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Me On Monday'/><title type='text'>MEET ME ON MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meet me on Monday via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Love her, you will too, go take a peek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have a funeral today for my hubby's Grandfather so I'm in a bit of a rush but I didn't want to miss out on meeting some new friends this Monday Morning.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure today will be filled with laughter and many many tears.&amp;nbsp; Friends, new and old, after a long day like today will be is just what the Dr. orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here are a few things about me!&amp;nbsp; (sorry no photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite pasta dish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fettucini Alfredo (hands down.....probably has the most calories too, and this is probably why it is my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the last thing you do before going to bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I usually watch TV and then I think about each of my children/ family and friends and pray that God watch over them while we sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How many nights a week do you go out to eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lately it's been a bit more because of taking my son to wrestling practice "in town" but normally because we live so far away from everything, eating out isn't much of an option.&amp;nbsp; Although I guess it's not TOO far away to some restaurants, it's just not real convenient.&amp;nbsp; So as I ramble on, the answer is we don't eat out very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you an avid book reader?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE reading books.&amp;nbsp; Mostly by Karen Kingsburry OR I read&amp;nbsp;many books on&amp;nbsp;parenting, marriage, finances,&amp;nbsp;etc.&amp;nbsp; I love love love to learn new things via reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would you rather have x-ray vision or bionic hearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can I have both?&amp;nbsp; Hmmmmmm.&amp;nbsp; I guess I would have to say bionic hearing.&amp;nbsp; Then when the whispering is going on I would know what those &lt;em&gt;dear sweet angelic&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; children of mine are &lt;strike&gt;plotting against me&lt;/strike&gt; planning to ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I look forward to meeting you all when I return from my "Farewell to Granddad" day.&amp;nbsp; He will be greatly missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-336221102731660695?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/336221102731660695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/336221102731660695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/336221102731660695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='MEET ME ON MONDAY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-21878017967806507</id><published>2010-09-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:47:21.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Me Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>FOLLOW FRIDAY 40 AND OVER {COME ON OVER AND SIT AWHILE}</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Follow%20Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/over40pic3-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't forget tomorrow is the last day to enter my &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Fireproof those marriages (smile)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Java over at &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Never Growing old&lt;/a&gt; for this fun Follow Friday idea! And my friend Nan over at &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/a&gt; won the blog hop!&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited for her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is such a great idea and such a wonderful way to get to&amp;nbsp;find other blogging friends!&amp;nbsp; We all want followers, we all hope that what we put our blood (from so much typing), sweat (it's hot in the room)&amp;nbsp;and tears (sometimes of joy, sometimes of sorrow) into will make someone smile, laugh, think and sometimes even cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There are so many wonderful people out there in this blog-land of ours and I for one feel sooooooooo very blessed to have met many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all come from different backgrounds with different experiences and yet most bloggers all have one thing in common.&amp;nbsp; We LOVE to communicate and we LOVE people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you sooooo much for visiting my blog today and I really&amp;nbsp; hope to see you back and for the chance to get to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be sure to leave a comment so I can come visit you too! (I just LOVE to travel)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-21878017967806507?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/21878017967806507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/follow-friday-40-and-over-come-on-over.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/21878017967806507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/21878017967806507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/follow-friday-40-and-over-come-on-over.html' title='FOLLOW FRIDAY 40 AND OVER {COME ON OVER AND SIT AWHILE}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-5795174048923405660</id><published>2010-09-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:36:49.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIP OF THE WEEK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Ideas'/><title type='text'>ENCOURAGE YOUR CHILDREN TO HAVE GATHERINGS AT YOUR HOME  {Parenting Advise}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our youngest son had his monthly "Pow Wow" this weekend.&amp;nbsp; He has a few friends who come over and they camp out in our Meadow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because it was hot outside, because Hunk LOVES doing it and because teenage boys are stinky and must be dipped in water.... Hunk took them all out knee boarding, wake boarding and his all time favorite.......THE TUBE....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which FYI is no longer usable after the boys AND Hunk were done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once they were finished using up all their energy &lt;strike&gt;and destroying things&lt;/strike&gt; they were STARVED...&amp;nbsp; Then they come to Momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1r2se1FI/AAAAAAAACPM/w4gX7QJeVj4/s1600/Summer+2010+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1r2se1FI/AAAAAAAACPM/w4gX7QJeVj4/s640/Summer+2010+121.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Momma said EASY PEASY PLEASE....&amp;nbsp; BBQ hot dogs, chips and watermelon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BAM.&amp;nbsp; Dinner is served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1v0kms9I/AAAAAAAACPU/ddZ4shvP_-E/s1600/Summer+2010+122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1v0kms9I/AAAAAAAACPU/ddZ4shvP_-E/s640/Summer+2010+122.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which most of them stood in our little kitchen and ate......and made another.....and ate...........and made another......and ate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I buy paper plates again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1zjyEaOI/AAAAAAAACPc/yryBqy1_q3w/s1600/Summer+2010+123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1zjyEaOI/AAAAAAAACPc/yryBqy1_q3w/s640/Summer+2010+123.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhhh.... That's why......someone actually used a plate......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1376_LeI/AAAAAAAACPk/iwRZbh3PAnU/s1600/Summer+2010+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk1376_LeI/AAAAAAAACPk/iwRZbh3PAnU/s640/Summer+2010+124.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the boys went outside where we had an outdoor movie set up...&amp;nbsp; Only they brought out the video games to play on the outdoor screen instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Those are&amp;nbsp;ROOT beer bottles NOT beer...&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Momma don't roll like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk17fkgg6I/AAAAAAAACPs/fxBgVJLgXXU/s1600/Summer+2010+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk17fkgg6I/AAAAAAAACPs/fxBgVJLgXXU/s640/Summer+2010+127.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really funny.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2B1M2TNI/AAAAAAAACP0/_agSlb3khfk/s1600/Summer+2010+128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2B1M2TNI/AAAAAAAACP0/_agSlb3khfk/s640/Summer+2010+128.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe not so much to him......&amp;nbsp; But the hot sauce (Rooster sauce) on his hot dog was funny to all the other boys.&amp;nbsp; Including Hunk.&amp;nbsp; Maybe even ESPECIALLY to Hunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And actually it really was funny to him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AFTER his mouth calmed down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even before his mouth cooled off... He loves pulling pranks and he was a great sport about having one pulled on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I stopped snapping photos at this point and they took off to the Meadow to begin their camp out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I of course didn't get much sleep because (thank you Mr. Cell Phone) I couldn't sleep until I knew they were done going on their "hike" around the property and were "at camp" for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and while they were gone on thier hike my oldest (7th grade) daughter and Hunk headed up to their "campsite" and put their tent up on top of their camper..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They usually sneak up and scare them, but since the boys were gone, they had to do SOMETHING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Morning came quickly.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2FCfisUI/AAAAAAAACP8/caSK60EbIww/s1600/Summer+2010+135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2FCfisUI/AAAAAAAACP8/caSK60EbIww/s640/Summer+2010+135.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up and started making this...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2Ix-IQbI/AAAAAAAACQE/rfot8dik3j4/s1600/Summer+2010+136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2Ix-IQbI/AAAAAAAACQE/rfot8dik3j4/s640/Summer+2010+136.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teenage boys are hungry after Pow Wow's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or before them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or during them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2OM5sh_I/AAAAAAAACQM/voGM0Xo94ps/s1600/Summer+2010+137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2OM5sh_I/AAAAAAAACQM/voGM0Xo94ps/s640/Summer+2010+137.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I heard them come down and went to see what they were doing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ummmmmmm.....OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2TdHUXhI/AAAAAAAACQU/ug3xjeLSgdU/s1600/Summer+2010+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2TdHUXhI/AAAAAAAACQU/ug3xjeLSgdU/s640/Summer+2010+138.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah.&amp;nbsp; They are seeing if the projector works on my sons stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Rugrat Screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry....silly things crack me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2YicF0PI/AAAAAAAACQc/9zxIu4h3c4k/s1600/Summer+2010+141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2YicF0PI/AAAAAAAACQc/9zxIu4h3c4k/s640/Summer+2010+141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there teenage friend......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His reply.... "I smell bacon...... you so love us don't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To which I responded "Yes, I do, now keep your paws off until it's ready or I will have to hurt you......after I have more coffee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention all these Rugrats are on the wrestling team?&amp;nbsp; So they could pretty much make me look like a pretzel (all be it a very plump one) if they felt like it......&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Instead....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are good boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2fUXHKxI/AAAAAAAACQk/jFEev1Q2E9w/s1600/Summer+2010+142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk2fUXHKxI/AAAAAAAACQk/jFEev1Q2E9w/s640/Summer+2010+142.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I still needed more of this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk20JfCx8I/AAAAAAAACQs/WgvYbzbtDh4/s1600/Summer+2010+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk20JfCx8I/AAAAAAAACQs/WgvYbzbtDh4/s640/Summer+2010+143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To have the energy to finish more of this......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After going to bed at 2:30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk26fl7_AI/AAAAAAAACQ0/MktrliwTPyY/s1600/Summer+2010+146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIk26fl7_AI/AAAAAAAACQ0/MktrliwTPyY/s640/Summer+2010+146.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Think they are hungry? (&lt;em&gt;and tired)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast is ready boys...&amp;nbsp; Come and eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then clean up your mess, pack your crap and go home....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact most of the boys stayed until after dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nope......We want our home to be "the hang out" place for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We can keep track of them and their friends &lt;strike&gt;without them realizing we are watching&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they think we are cool and fun parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;we so have them fooled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a WIN WIN SITUATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm all about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm all about cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sorry, I'm in a mood)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the post.... Encourage your kids to have their friends come over.&amp;nbsp; Try to make a fun environment that will encourage&amp;nbsp;them to WANT to come over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This allows you to get to know their friends, see how they behave, influence them in the proper ways to behave and we have really been blessed by many of the children who come and go through our home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a list of kids that I'm honored enough to have call me "Momma"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~Momma&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Another easy peasy&amp;nbsp;dinner to make for a group is &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-and-easy-crockpot-chili-verde.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"crockpot chili verdi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or for breakfast if you don't want to do bacon and pancakes do &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakfast-burrito-easy-eatin-on-go.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"breakfast burritos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you marry a cowboy, you are bound to have a son who has cowboy ways about him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbTwgviRxI/AAAAAAAACOc/HUi3285_3xA/s1600/kyle+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbTwgviRxI/AAAAAAAACOc/HUi3285_3xA/s640/kyle+048.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, because I am a spazo-momma, even this little mechanical bull freaked me out.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to jump up and tell my son to get off of that thing RIGHT NOW.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I couldn't.&amp;nbsp; Because I wasn't there when he was doing it.&amp;nbsp; But I did see the photo via text and I immediately (as fast as my fingers could type) demanded he get off of the bull.&amp;nbsp; To which my future daughter in law &lt;strike&gt;trying to talk me off of the ledge&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; replied with "Don't worry, it's not real".&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;And thank you CAPTAIN OBVIOUS because I thought it was a bull with no legs.&lt;/strike&gt; (sorry future daughter in law I still love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbT1UkY71I/AAAAAAAACOk/5SpIR0XRTZQ/s1600/kyle+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbT1UkY71I/AAAAAAAACOk/5SpIR0XRTZQ/s640/kyle+049.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And since he is a cowboy &lt;strike&gt;and some days he is a surfer&lt;/strike&gt; then he also sometimes hangs out with "cowboy friends"&amp;nbsp; And when you hang out with cowboy friends you often go fun places together.&amp;nbsp; And when that fun place happens to be at the water park.....&amp;nbsp; Well, you are bound to have one of them do this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbT9Bno4UI/AAAAAAAACOs/OK6pnyYbpWA/s1600/kyle+088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbT9Bno4UI/AAAAAAAACOs/OK6pnyYbpWA/s640/kyle+088.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My son's friend who apparently doesn't own a pair of flip flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Funny thing is that I've heard stories from Hunk about his Daddy (who was also a cowboy) going to the beach on a family vacation in his shorts and cowboy boots.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;They also lived in the country so often times&amp;nbsp;he got the mail in his underwear and boots, BUT I WON'T SHARE THAT LITTLE FAMILY SECRET. &lt;em&gt;That would be rude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't forget to enter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the free giveaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Momma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2180804395296465338?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2180804395296465338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/cowboys-at-waterpark-leave-your-boots.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2180804395296465338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2180804395296465338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/cowboys-at-waterpark-leave-your-boots.html' title='COWBOYS AT THE WATERPARK {LEAVE YOUR BOOTS AT THE DOOR, OR NOT}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIbTwgviRxI/AAAAAAAACOc/HUi3285_3xA/s72-c/kyle+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3316857997803402648</id><published>2010-09-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:25:32.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>NIGHTMARES CAN SEEM SO REAL {A BEAR ATTACKED MY DAUGHTER}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRjoS2XeLI/AAAAAAAACNU/VH5UPEVPR-E/s1600/sleeping+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRjoS2XeLI/AAAAAAAACNU/VH5UPEVPR-E/s400/sleeping+woman.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was minding my own business and sleeping like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then I was dreaming about a fun picnic with lots of family, friends and my rugrats playing with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The food was great and the company was &lt;strike&gt;almost as good&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRjvdUbGvI/AAAAAAAACNc/p6RfTvNBSj4/s1600/bear+mean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRjvdUbGvI/AAAAAAAACNc/p6RfTvNBSj4/s400/bear+mean.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then all of a sudden this entered my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why? I was having so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone freaked out, and started running and screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRj0Z9qnyI/AAAAAAAACNk/iaVFW3DVtRI/s1600/bear+magazine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRj0Z9qnyI/AAAAAAAACNk/iaVFW3DVtRI/s400/bear+magazine.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then it did this to my oldest daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And it seemed so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRkEgq134I/AAAAAAAACNs/CuUm1sT-NwA/s1600/woman+screaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRkEgq134I/AAAAAAAACNs/CuUm1sT-NwA/s400/woman+screaming.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I tried to do this.... but no noise would come out of my mouth.&amp;nbsp; I tried over and over to scream and tried to run to her and it was tossing her around and I couldn't run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then a scream came out and it woke me up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There was no going back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I had to go check on my daughter.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was a dream but I had to check. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;I'm a spaz like that....&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoZ7ea_HI/AAAAAAAACOM/UoMhw7sNLn0/s1600/Document+(52).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoZ7ea_HI/AAAAAAAACOM/UoMhw7sNLn0/s640/Document+(52).jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And she looked like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She was sleeping like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, she isn't that small anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK, she isn't a baby anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But wasn't she an adorable baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoYScGr-I/AAAAAAAACOE/u5AHcYqEWys/s1600/Katie+first+day+of+school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoYScGr-I/AAAAAAAACOE/u5AHcYqEWys/s400/Katie+first+day+of+school.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now she looks like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I pretend she is a baby sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It makes me feel good.&amp;nbsp; And I needed to feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I decided to pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRlOsLdcTI/AAAAAAAACN0/3j1cndUJe7I/s1600/coffee-woman-robe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRlOsLdcTI/AAAAAAAACN0/3j1cndUJe7I/s640/coffee-woman-robe.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since my BABY was sleeping, I grabbed my cup of coffee and headed to the front patio to calm my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoCysQPMI/AAAAAAAACN8/N5m1kHALqmQ/s1600/capitol+senter+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRoCysQPMI/AAAAAAAACN8/N5m1kHALqmQ/s640/capitol+senter+007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm blessed enough to have this view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRq-tNlTKI/AAAAAAAACOU/biaZXfg_alc/s1600/Hunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRq-tNlTKI/AAAAAAAACOU/biaZXfg_alc/s400/Hunk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hunk joined me on the patio with his cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peace was restored in the land of Momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*P.S.&amp;nbsp; Don't forget to &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enter my giveaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3316857997803402648?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3316857997803402648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/nightmares-can-seem-so-real-bear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3316857997803402648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3316857997803402648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/nightmares-can-seem-so-real-bear.html' title='NIGHTMARES CAN SEEM SO REAL {A BEAR ATTACKED MY DAUGHTER}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIRjoS2XeLI/AAAAAAAACNU/VH5UPEVPR-E/s72-c/sleeping+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6911535552928524039</id><published>2010-09-04T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:37:47.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><title type='text'>WAKE UP FEELING GREAT? {LIVING A BLESSED LIFE}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will admit that some days I wake up and I feel like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TILEH57VFEI/AAAAAAAACNE/u1T_TDrVZ68/s1600/donkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TILEH57VFEI/AAAAAAAACNE/u1T_TDrVZ68/s400/donkey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those are the days when you think about all the STUFF you need to do and you wonder how in the world you will get it all done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lucky for me........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My rugrats get up early every day and milk the cows, gather the eggs and pick vegetables from the garden before they go off to school.&amp;nbsp; They come home from school and complete their afternoon chores, start dinner, complete all (A+) homework and bring their Momma a glass of whine and a hunk of cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OKAY...... Not even close.....I do know what it feels like to have&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;my butt tossed up in the air because of all the stuff I'm trying to get accomplished all at the same time&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;more to do than I have time to do it in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;And nobody getting off their rear to help&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know it can make me feel just like the above photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But other days...... other days I feel like this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TILEVsQimrI/AAAAAAAACNM/48vnfd1a0hg/s1600/vail+jump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TILEVsQimrI/AAAAAAAACNM/48vnfd1a0hg/s640/vail+jump.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've shared this photo before and many of you&amp;nbsp; remember that this was from&amp;nbsp;my &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/vail-colorado-let-sister-trip-begin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sister trip" to Vail, Co&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I felt just like this picture looks that day. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I did blow out a flip flop and almost pee myself when I &lt;strike&gt;crashed&lt;/strike&gt; landed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I love is when I wake up feeling like this picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today was one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How about you?&amp;nbsp; Did you wake up feeling blessed or did you feel like putting the pillow back over your head &lt;strike&gt;giving the kids large quantities of NyQuil&lt;/strike&gt; and going back to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-6911535552928524039?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6911535552928524039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-up-feeling-great-living-blessed.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6911535552928524039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6911535552928524039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-up-feeling-great-living-blessed.html' title='WAKE UP FEELING GREAT? {LIVING A BLESSED LIFE}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TILEH57VFEI/AAAAAAAACNE/u1T_TDrVZ68/s72-c/donkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3830553455947406101</id><published>2010-09-03T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:30:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREPROOF YOUR MARRIAGE {THE LOVE DARE} Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is part of an on-going series &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life. See my previous post at &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-with-calendar-for-ceo-of-your.html"&gt;Organize with a Calendar {for the CEO of your houshold}&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/helpful-homework-advise-stop-homework.html"&gt;Helpful Homework Advise&amp;nbsp;{Stop the Homework Hassle}&lt;/a&gt; for some more great tips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEsJz4QQ_I/AAAAAAAACM0/11Su1oBEbyE/s1600/fireproof+on+fire+logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEsJz4QQ_I/AAAAAAAACM0/11Su1oBEbyE/s400/fireproof+on+fire+logo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, my LOVE DARE journey has been going GREAT!&amp;nbsp; Hunk doesn't even know I'm doing it.&amp;nbsp; I do believe he "suspects" though.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't find my book the other day and when I was looking for it he said "Oh, so you have you been doing that?"&amp;nbsp; and I said "I just&amp;nbsp;wanted to read in it.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I bought him a card out of the blue a couple weeks ago that was just telling him how much I love him and how great of a hubby his is.&amp;nbsp; I do things like this from time to time but admittedly not often enough which is why I think when he saw I was looking for my Love Dare book he made that comment.....&amp;nbsp; Irregardless I'm thrilled to say IT IS WORKING...I can feel us becoming even closer than we were.&amp;nbsp; And it's making me feel good inside at the same time.......&lt;em&gt;it's not ALL about him... SMILE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day 2 is titled "Love is Kind"&amp;nbsp; It said something that just grabbed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEr1lVyi2I/AAAAAAAACMk/88lPaywasXM/s1600/fireproof+couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEr1lVyi2I/AAAAAAAACMk/88lPaywasXM/s640/fireproof+couple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINDNESS IS LOVE IN ACTION&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Wow...&amp;nbsp; Is that true or what?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you remember(click to see my previous post)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 was about Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day two&amp;nbsp;goes on to say "&lt;strong&gt;If patience is how love &lt;em&gt;reacts&lt;/em&gt; in order to minimize a negative circumstance, kindness is how love &lt;em&gt;acts&lt;/em&gt; to maximize a positive circumstance.&amp;nbsp; Patience avoids a problem; kindness creates a blessing&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is true not only in marriage but in all relationships.&amp;nbsp; We like to surround ourselves with KIND people.&amp;nbsp; Kind people make you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just working on being &lt;em&gt;kind &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;patient&lt;/em&gt; can make immediate changes in your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This book builds on itself. Meaning when you move on to day&amp;nbsp;two you don't forget day one's lesson.&amp;nbsp; Each day they give you a "Challenge" for the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;In day two the challenge&amp;nbsp; is to &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; not saying anything negative to your spouse today and do at least one unexpected gesture as an act of kindness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That can be anything.&amp;nbsp; From making breakfast, to packing lunch, to writing a letter or giving a gift card.&amp;nbsp; There are soooooooooooo many things that can be done as an act of kindness.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't have to be a huge expensive thing.....&amp;nbsp; Some of the best gifts in life are free.&amp;nbsp; Just think of something that would mean allot &lt;em&gt;to them.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Often times we tend to do things for our spouses that WE would want done for us, try to think of something that would mean most to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another&amp;nbsp;thing I've learned is if your spouse doesn't react the way you think they should to your act of kindness don't let this discourage you.&amp;nbsp; We all express things differently.&amp;nbsp; And if we are doing an &lt;em&gt;act of kindness&lt;/em&gt; for the SOLE PURPOSE of getting "love" or "something" in return, then we are doing it for the wrong reasons.&amp;nbsp; That will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I love most about this movie/book is that it can strengthen good healthy marriages as well as relationships that are struggling.&amp;nbsp; AND even if only one person is doing "The Love Dare" it can make changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because marriage is so important to me.&amp;nbsp; Because I really believe this can change relationships (ones with your spouse/partner and the one you have with yourself).&amp;nbsp; Because I care about YOU and YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to do a giveaway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEr5rpGTEI/AAAAAAAACMs/4vAOL_bmhB8/s1600/Fireproof+movie+and+love+dare+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEr5rpGTEI/AAAAAAAACMs/4vAOL_bmhB8/s400/Fireproof+movie+and+love+dare+book.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I will give away both the Movie "Fireproof " and the book "The Love Dare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All you have to do to enter is leave a comment with one act of kindness you have done or plan to do for your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you follow my blog you get &lt;em&gt;one extra entry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you follow me on Facebook you get &lt;em&gt;one extra entry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you follow me on twitter you get &lt;em&gt;one extra entry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you Post about this on your blog with a link back to my blog you get &lt;em&gt;3 extra entries&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you have or put a link of my blog on the side bar of your blog/site you get &lt;em&gt;5 extra entries&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Post a separate comment for each entry and be sure to leave the link to your site and an email address where I can contact you if you are the winner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contest ends on Saturday September 11th at midnight Pacific Standard Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;***** Please note...This giveaway is not sponsored by anyone except for ME. (smile)*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3830553455947406101?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3830553455947406101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3830553455947406101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3830553455947406101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/fireproof-your-marriage-love-dare.html' title='FIREPROOF YOUR MARRIAGE {THE LOVE DARE} Giveaway'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TIEsJz4QQ_I/AAAAAAAACM0/11Su1oBEbyE/s72-c/fireproof+on+fire+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-5563572922252181525</id><published>2010-09-01T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:19:17.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>FACEBOOK FOR KIDS??  {IS IT OKAY?} ADVISE NEEDED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH5ttnpMaII/AAAAAAAACMM/gVkxAkqWlUs/s1600/facebook+cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH5ttnpMaII/AAAAAAAACMM/gVkxAkqWlUs/s640/facebook+cartoon.jpg" width="574" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My daughter has been BEGGING..... yep, I said BEGGING for a facebook account for about a year now.&amp;nbsp; Many of her friends have one (to which she OF COURSE hears the reply "If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it to?"&amp;nbsp; OR "Good for them, I'm not Susie's mom"&amp;nbsp; and many other smart butt remarks but the truth is I'm on the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wasn't on the fence......now I'm on the fence.&amp;nbsp; She is in 7th grade, many of her friends have it and are always sending me emails asking me to please let my daughter get an account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The predator thing is, of course, in my mind BUT the computer is on the desk next to my desk in the middle of our home and they youngsters aren't allowed to take it to their rooms.&amp;nbsp; If you are going to type it, it better be okay for Momma to read it.&amp;nbsp; I don't read every email or get way up in their business but I know WHO they are emailing and if I feel &lt;em&gt;the need&lt;/em&gt; to get up in their business I have no issue doing it..&amp;nbsp; It's my job as their Momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT my biggest concern is.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DRAMA...... DRAMA.........DRAMA......&amp;nbsp; Anyone with daughters has to know about the DRAMA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can you believe how mean girls can be???&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;It's crazy.&amp;nbsp; What's even more crazy is the Mommas that tend to join in and make things worse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Fortunately I haven't had too much of that YET but I don't want it.&amp;nbsp; And this concerns me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remember when my oldest was on MySpace.&amp;nbsp; OMYGOSH....&amp;nbsp; so and so says this about so and so and then everyone is telling everyone and then they are arguing and then there is a fight at school.&amp;nbsp; Or one kid says another kid is ugly or who knows....and I'm afraid of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even 40 year olds are going on there with their drama.&amp;nbsp; Saying something "without SAYING it".....so someone else will read it and figure out it is about them.&amp;nbsp; GROW UP PEOPLE as bad as you might wish you were WE ARE NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If 40 +year olds can't help themselves can I expect it to be different for 12 and 13 year olds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My daughter argues that she won't get sucked into the drama and she will only be friends with her good friends on there.....&amp;nbsp; I'm just thinking it's 7th grade, granted at a little K-8th mountain school but still......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sooooooooo&amp;nbsp;.......&amp;nbsp;Am I being over protective?&amp;nbsp; Am I over thinking it? &lt;em&gt;I tend to do this allot....&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do I let her get a CLOSELY MONITORED facebook page and if the drama starts to go on and close her page?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do I just stick to my initial thought of Nooooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED your opinions please......What do you all think and why&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; It's only right that in a post about Facebook I ask you to click the link on my blog join me on my facebook page.&amp;nbsp; No drama on my page... promise.... (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-5563572922252181525?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5563572922252181525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/facebook-for-kids-is-it-okay-advise.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5563572922252181525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/5563572922252181525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/facebook-for-kids-is-it-okay-advise.html' title='FACEBOOK FOR KIDS??  {IS IT OKAY?} ADVISE NEEDED'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH5ttnpMaII/AAAAAAAACMM/gVkxAkqWlUs/s72-c/facebook+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2581800471185837998</id><published>2010-08-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:42:00.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINDING AND KEEPING MY ALOHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>HELPFUL HOMEWORK ADVISE  {stop the homework hassle}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is part of an on-going series &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life.&amp;nbsp; See my previous post at &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-with-calendar-for-ceo-of-your.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Organize with a Calendar {for the CEO of your houshold}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for some more great tips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0f0OGdWJI/AAAAAAAACL0/fjIhE035szE/s1600/concentration.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0f0OGdWJI/AAAAAAAACL0/fjIhE035szE/s400/concentration.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HOMEWORK HASSLE STRESSIN' YOU OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising&amp;nbsp;four&amp;nbsp;Rugrats (aka. Children) I have learned that homework can be the cause of a lot of stress in&amp;nbsp;a home.&amp;nbsp; I have also learned that EACH CHILD IS DIFFERENT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have/have had&amp;nbsp;Rugrats who come in the&amp;nbsp;door from school and don't even have to have a word mentioned to them and&amp;nbsp;boom they are doing their HOMEWORK WITHOUT ANY ISSUES.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have also had Rugrats who I have to watch like a hawk and CONSISTENTLY REMIND THEM TO DO THEIR HOMEWORK... (and constantly check to make sure it is actually being done&amp;nbsp;and/or check what homework they actually have.&amp;nbsp; This causes so much STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I&amp;nbsp;am constantly&amp;nbsp;looking for pointers and tips and ideas of new things to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming I'm not the only one with this issue so I thought I'd share what I have learned and what seems to be working.........&lt;em&gt;this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HOW MUCH TIME SHOULD THEY SPEND DOING HOMEWORK ?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically younger children, for obvious reasons,&amp;nbsp;can only do sooooo much time at the homework table. &amp;nbsp;A general rule of thumb is that children do 10 minutes of homework for each grade level. In other words, first graders should be expected to do about 10 minutes of homework, second graders 20 minutes, third graders 30 minutes, fourth graders 40 minutes, etc. If your child is spending more than 10 minutes per grade level on their homework each night, then you may want to talk with your child's teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6th grade daughter Math teacher recommends that after any child in his class has worked 60 minutes on math that the parent sign the paper and the child can turn it in for full math credit.&amp;nbsp; They, of course, will be reviewing it in class to get a better grasp and hopefully become able to complete the entire assignment in the 60 minute time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TRYING TO NOT PULL YOUR HAIR OUT DURING HOMEWORK TIME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has helped me a lot over the years is to have a time frame that homework is done.&amp;nbsp; Example: Come home from school, have a snack and start homework.&amp;nbsp; Also having a specific area of the home where homework is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child doesn't feel seeing the good grades on his/her report card is a good enough reason to study and do homework you may want to consider a rewards program for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A DAILY HOMEWORK PLANNER..... REPEAT.... A DAILY HOMEWORK PLANNER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0gZ2dmzyI/AAAAAAAACME/mwXFY2PbvSs/s1600/homework+desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0gZ2dmzyI/AAAAAAAACME/mwXFY2PbvSs/s640/homework+desk.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SET UP YOUR HOMEWORK ROUTINES~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like with us adults and getting our housework done or our job out of the home routines help greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you need to do is figure out where your child should do their homework each day.&amp;nbsp; Is it the a desk in their bedroom?&amp;nbsp; This location may be better for the child who doesn't need as much help with their homework AND who you can trust to do their homework without constant supervision.&amp;nbsp; OR maybe a desk in the main area of your home OR your kitchen table.&amp;nbsp; I find for my youngest Rugrat that she needs to be where I can see her at all times.&amp;nbsp; This is important to keep her on track.&amp;nbsp; My older Rugrat daughter and son do great in their rooms.&amp;nbsp; It really depends on the personality of your child.&lt;br /&gt;One you have established&amp;nbsp;where you want your child to do their homework each day make sure you have everything they will need in that location.&amp;nbsp; We have a desk in our home that is loaded with all the supplies they will need.&amp;nbsp;It is located right next to my home/office desk.&amp;nbsp; If you need your child to work from your dining room table obviously having all the supplies located on your table isn't doable.&amp;nbsp; I would suggest getting a plastic tub or a large basket that you can keep all the items in and pull it out at homework time.&amp;nbsp; This way everything is still together and easy to grab at homework time but it will allow for easy clean up when it comes time to set the table and eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on a post about homework hassles &lt;em&gt;it's still all about the food!&amp;nbsp; HA HA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, it's how I roll....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I could easily keep going with the "roll" comment but I'll get back to the post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHAT IS THE BEST TIME TO DO HOMEWORK?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it directly after school?&amp;nbsp; Is it after they come home and have a snack?&amp;nbsp; Directly after dinner?&amp;nbsp; What works best for YOUR schedule as well as your child's?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In our home our children come home, have a snack and start their homework.&amp;nbsp; This is what works best for us.&amp;nbsp; OBVIOUSLY&amp;nbsp;once sports start this changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be flexible&amp;nbsp;with the new seasons and having&amp;nbsp;to change your&amp;nbsp;routine occasionally BUT try to stay as consistent as possible.&amp;nbsp; Learning a good homework habit early on will help them when they begin college and you aren't there to remind them.&amp;nbsp; You may need to play with it a bit with the schedule at first to see what works&amp;nbsp;best for you, but then try to stick to it the best you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;KEEP TRACK OF ASSIGNMENTS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daily homework planner is a good good good thing!&amp;nbsp; Your child should write down homework for each class/subject in their planner each day.&amp;nbsp; On occasion you will find that your child will not write down all of their assignments, as to get out of doing homework.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;SHOCK AND AWE MOMENT I KNOW!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I have had this happen on numerous occasions.&amp;nbsp; Sooooooooooo if you too have a Rugrat who is a homework hassle King/Queen may I suggest requiring your child write their homework assignments IN INK in their planner AND have their teacher initial next to the homework list THAT IS WRITTEN IN INK (so they can't erase any assignments AFTER the teacher initials it......Not that they would ever dream of doing something like this).....&amp;nbsp; I only have on child who has to do the INK written assignments with signature but it is proving to be most helpful.&amp;nbsp; (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Be sure to check with your child's school for online resources.&amp;nbsp; Many teachers use "Schoolnotes(dot)com" OR they use another online grading/homework system that parents can go on to view both grades and homework assignments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0gH6WkYUI/AAAAAAAACL8/tfCZjmTQMPA/s1600/Good+Times+Tickets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0gH6WkYUI/AAAAAAAACL8/tfCZjmTQMPA/s640/Good+Times+Tickets.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REWARDS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started giving out "Good Time Tickets" to my Rugrats.&amp;nbsp; I don't JUST use them for homework I also use them for other things I catch them doing right in our home.&amp;nbsp; (For instance yesterday they unloaded some items I had purchased out of the back of my car WITHOUT my asking them to do it......)&amp;nbsp; If the planner comes home with the assignments written in it, they earn a ticket.&amp;nbsp; When they complete their homework if it is done NEATLY and they didn't dilly dally around making me repeatedly tell them to get back on task they earn a ticket.&amp;nbsp; These tickets can be redeemed for several "Good Times"&amp;nbsp; from picking what we are having for dinner to a trip to the coast for a weekend.&amp;nbsp; It all depends on how many tickets they save up.&amp;nbsp; There are also things that can get your tickets taken away.&amp;nbsp; Lying about what homework you have.&amp;nbsp; Picking any answer on multiple choice questions just to be done with the homework page "IMAGINE IT"...I don't have to imagine it..... I've lived it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to adjust here and there and I'm still learning, even after 20 years of these Rugrats.&amp;nbsp; You will find one thing works well with one child and something entirely different will work well for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these tips were helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you in your home that has been helpful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share...we must stick together or these Rugrats will eat us alive....besides....together we can lower the stress level in many homes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just open a bottle of wine...... KIDDING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sort of......&lt;/em&gt; tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2581800471185837998?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2581800471185837998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/helpful-homework-advise-stop-homework.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2581800471185837998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2581800471185837998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/helpful-homework-advise-stop-homework.html' title='HELPFUL HOMEWORK ADVISE  {stop the homework hassle}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/TH0f0OGdWJI/AAAAAAAACL0/fjIhE035szE/s72-c/concentration.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-8213351464643510253</id><published>2010-08-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:35:09.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Me On Monday'/><title type='text'>MEET ME ON MONDAY'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Meet Me On Monday again!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I don't have time today to attach fun photos to each of my answers.. Boo Hoo....&amp;nbsp; BUT I've been so busy organizing today! Super Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting that soon.&amp;nbsp; I was working on my Home Office Desk and Homework Desk.&amp;nbsp; I had so much stuff on them that was not related to what each of them were supposed to be used for and NOW they are looking great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH NICER TO DO STUFF AT MY DESK NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are my questions.&amp;nbsp; Hope ya join in and tell me about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite kind of potato chip?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you make your bed everyday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp; I didn't used to but now ALMOST without fail I make my bed each day.&amp;nbsp; It's part of my BEST LIFE/LIVING MY ALOHA plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How often do you go to the hair salon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once every 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Like clockwork baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What do you dip your French fries in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup and Mustard&amp;nbsp; (and I sprinkle of Tabasco Sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Do you shop with coupons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my new goal to start doing as part of my Living My Aloha Plan but I'm still at the learning stages.&amp;nbsp; Any tips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for this wonderful idea JAVA!&amp;nbsp; You can see Java's Meet Me on Monday on her Never Growing Old Blog &lt;a href="http://www.nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, sorry I don't have any fun photo's on this post but I hope to hear from you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-8213351464643510253?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8213351464643510253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-on-mondays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/8213351464643510253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/8213351464643510253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-on-mondays.html' title='MEET ME ON MONDAY&apos;S'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6983565488929970004</id><published>2010-08-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:50:35.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIP OF THE WEEK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>ORGANIZE WITH A CALENDAR {FOR THE CEO OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD}</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is part of an on-going series &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing on keeping our Inner Aloha/Peaceful Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that school is back in for most of us our lives have started getting busier again.&amp;nbsp; Gone are the kicked back summer days.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't mean we have to lose our "Aloha".&amp;nbsp; I refuse for it to mean this so I have been putting a lot of time into researching how to control the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THe7Bqm8PzI/AAAAAAAACLU/NxJdMWXtDF4/s1600/moms+desk+planner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THe7Bqm8PzI/AAAAAAAACLU/NxJdMWXtDF4/s640/moms+desk+planner2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing I have found VERY helpful is my calendar.&amp;nbsp; LOVE LOVE LOVE my calendar.&amp;nbsp; It is called "Mom's Family Desk Planner and it's by Sandra Boynton.&amp;nbsp; You can purchase them at several locations and online but I recently found them at Costco.&amp;nbsp; It's a 17 month school year planner so there is room to write things for the following school year during the current school year.&amp;nbsp; This has proven to be WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is always your calender on your&amp;nbsp;phone which works well and you can set alerts. I use this as well.&amp;nbsp; I like it because I almost always have my phone with me but I still love my desk planner.&amp;nbsp; I put it in my purse and that way I always have it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the school year all the &lt;strike&gt;junk mail &lt;/strike&gt;IMPORTANT papers come home and while I'm filling out what I need to fill out and send back to school I grab my calendar and I write down all the events that are on the school calendar.&amp;nbsp; "No school days", "Early release days", etc.&amp;nbsp; Then each week when the "Bulletin" comes home I again grab my calendar and write down all the dates/times of upcoming events they are announcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THe99G1oIAI/AAAAAAAACLc/WxpY3cb2a40/s1600/moms+desk+planner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THe99G1oIAI/AAAAAAAACLc/WxpY3cb2a40/s640/moms+desk+planner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is great about the Mom's Family Desk Planner is there is one column for MOM and one for the RUGRATS.&amp;nbsp; So I can see at a glance which column it is written in and know if it is something for me or something the rugrats are doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because I have my own special space and with rugrats that is hard to come by so I just get so excited (even if it is only a column on a calendar) but it's mine....all mine..... ahhhhhhhhhhh.......MINE!&amp;nbsp; Ok, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THfZDcQ1NSI/AAAAAAAACLk/E75FmTUVRt0/s1600/wall+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THfZDcQ1NSI/AAAAAAAACLk/E75FmTUVRt0/s640/wall+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND for the family to have an easy look they also make it in a big wall calendar.&amp;nbsp; Now this one has more columns.......everyone gets their very own column (unless you have more than a family of five, which I do but now one of my Rugrats is out on his own so I don't have to split a column between two of the children anymore) so you can record their activity in their own column and you can see at a glance who has something that day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THfZInBqbFI/AAAAAAAACLs/1Ki1jO2hVTA/s1600/wall+upclose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THfZInBqbFI/AAAAAAAACLs/1Ki1jO2hVTA/s640/wall+upclose.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the top of the calendar there is a blank space that you can fill in your Rugrat's name and the very first column is for MOM... that's because we are the CEO of our households and we must always come first. HA....&lt;em&gt;It was worth a try.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember if you do not take the time to write the appointments and events down in your calendar IT WON'T WORK.&amp;nbsp; Or if you do &lt;em&gt;what I have been guilty&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt; and you don't look at the calendar to see what you have coming up&lt;strong&gt; IT WON'T WORK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my calendar every night after dinner.&amp;nbsp; Why do this instead of just looking at it in the morning?&amp;nbsp; Because when I wake up and see that my calendar says "Bring 2 dozen cookies to Rugrat's class" I don't want to have CHAOS sirens going off that morning.&amp;nbsp; I want them going off the night before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do to TRY (key word) to avoid the CHAOS even more is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie needs 2 dozen cookies taken to class on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; On Monday's date my calendar will say "Susie needs cookies taken to class tomorrow"&amp;nbsp; AND when I find out I need to do this, along with writing on my calendar, it gets written on my grocery list (future post coming on menu planning/grocery list/budget) so when I need to make the cookies&amp;nbsp;on Monday it doesn't become "A WHOLE THING" &lt;em&gt;as I like to say &lt;/em&gt;because i don't have the ingredients to make them and now I have to make a &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; trip to the store, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calendars are so important.&amp;nbsp; Businesses use them all the time.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because they have to keep track off all the appointments and jobs they have going on.&amp;nbsp; Who would expect them to remember all of this information without a calendar?&amp;nbsp; Nobody would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the CEO's of our household we have a lot to keep track of and who would expect us to remember it all without a calendar?&amp;nbsp; Nobody would, EXCEPT ourselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give up trying to fly by the seat of our pants and then beat ourselves up when we "forget" things.&amp;nbsp; Let's take the 10 minutes to sit down and put things on our calendar's as they come in.&amp;nbsp; It will save a lot more than 10 minutes in the long run.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;em&gt;I have found a great time to fill out my calendar is when I'm sitting and waiting for my rugrats to finish guitar lessons or soccer practice or wrestling practice.&amp;nbsp; Instead of sitting and thinking I have so much to do it's a great idea to fill in your calendar or&amp;nbsp;start making that to do list.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the previous Aloha post click here &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-and-reduse-stress-marriage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"organize &amp;amp; reduce stress".......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more information on our Aloha journey be sure to go visit &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and drink up a cup of her wisdom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-6983565488929970004?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6983565488929970004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-with-calendar-for-ceo-of-your.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6983565488929970004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/6983565488929970004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-with-calendar-for-ceo-of-your.html' title='ORGANIZE WITH A CALENDAR {FOR THE CEO OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THe7Bqm8PzI/AAAAAAAACLU/NxJdMWXtDF4/s72-c/moms+desk+planner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2801353571557106909</id><published>2010-08-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:57:00.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER EARNHARDT IS RACING {LOOK OUT UNCLE DALE, JR}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dale Earnhardt, Jr. just may have some up coming competition.&amp;nbsp; And from a&amp;nbsp;GIRL in the family.&amp;nbsp; Nope, it's not his sister this time (even though she knows how to hold her own on a track).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT.......The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as they say.&amp;nbsp; The newest race driver in the family is Kelley Earnhardt's&amp;nbsp;daughter, Karsyn (Earnhardt) Elledge.&amp;nbsp; With Jimmy Elledge for your daddy, and Kelley Earnhardt for your Momma, Kerry Earnhardt and Dale, Jr for your Uncles and Dale Earnhardt, Sr.&amp;nbsp;"&lt;strong&gt;The Intimidator&lt;/strong&gt;" for your&amp;nbsp;Papaw&amp;nbsp;there is bound to be some racin' blood flowing through those veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THZ6Qc3haYI/AAAAAAAACK0/Qi_KEp9QF-g/s1600/Karsyn+in+her+new+cart.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THZ6Qc3haYI/AAAAAAAACK0/Qi_KEp9QF-g/s640/Karsyn+in+her+new+cart.bmp" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a photo of Miss Karsyn in her new cart~!&amp;nbsp; Don't you just LOVE her number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karsyn may be a little thing but like many members in her family she isn't afraid to step on that gas pedal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She proved that at the "Box Stock" Kart race at Woodleaf Speedway in North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THZ6lGj6WXI/AAAAAAAACK8/DwG3G0ZGmWU/s1600/Karsyn+on+the+go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THZ6lGj6WXI/AAAAAAAACK8/DwG3G0ZGmWU/s640/Karsyn+on+the+go.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her go!&amp;nbsp; Go Karsyn! Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can see video of Karsyn's actual race &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88BDgjoX76o"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she went....and she went and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THaMmz4IXFI/AAAAAAAACLM/ZNohUVf0vXk/s1600/Karsyn+and+Jimmy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THaMmz4IXFI/AAAAAAAACLM/ZNohUVf0vXk/s640/Karsyn+and+Jimmy.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SHE TOOK FIRST PLACE!!! I'm so proud of you Miss Karsyn! (Karsyn with her Daddy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited to share this and not just because Kelley is a friend of mine and I think Karsyn is one of the most adorable little girls I've ever seen (in my completely unbiased opinion... smile) but also because it's exciting to me as a race fan.&amp;nbsp; ANOTHER Earnhardt on the track and&amp;nbsp;ANOTHER Earnhardt taking the win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;~Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2801353571557106909?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2801353571557106909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-earnhardt-is-racing-look-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2801353571557106909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2801353571557106909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-earnhardt-is-racing-look-out.html' title='ANOTHER EARNHARDT IS RACING {LOOK OUT UNCLE DALE, JR}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THZ6Qc3haYI/AAAAAAAACK0/Qi_KEp9QF-g/s72-c/Karsyn+in+her+new+cart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7977937605030975679</id><published>2010-08-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:18:29.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Giveaway'/><title type='text'>FREE CSN GIVEAWAY WINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!&amp;nbsp; I just love doing these giveaways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks so much to everyone for entering to win and for visiting me here on my Soapbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I used Random.org to generate the winner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;drum roll..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Integer Generator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here&amp;nbsp;is your random number:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Timestamp: 2010-08-25 23:07:53 UTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;#2 is:&amp;nbsp; ERIN said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2010 4:34 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Erin.&amp;nbsp; Please email me and I'll send your certificate over to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.&amp;nbsp; We are off to back to school night with the Rugrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-7977937605030975679?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7977937605030975679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-csn-giveaway-winner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7977937605030975679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/7977937605030975679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-csn-giveaway-winner.html' title='FREE CSN GIVEAWAY WINNER'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2135311074131960120</id><published>2010-08-25T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:52:35.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life Advise'/><title type='text'>ORGANIZE AND REDUSE STRESS  {Marriage, Children, Home and Work}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THSrVuLLzKI/AAAAAAAACKs/_ecdwsc1N3w/s1600/Maui+Aloha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THSrVuLLzKI/AAAAAAAACKs/_ecdwsc1N3w/s640/Maui+Aloha.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hawaii’s best known export is not sugar, pineapples or Kona coffee, but a word: aloha. This word is what I took home with me after my month long stay on the Island. Aloha means much more than hello or goodbye or even love. It’s true meaning is the joyful (oha) sharing (alo) of life energy (ha) in the person (alo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It means belonging to others with a common humanity. It is a feeling in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm really doing my best to try and keep my "Aloha" since I've been home.&amp;nbsp; I spent some time sitting and thinking about what it actually is about Maui that was so relaxing to me.&amp;nbsp; It was like the stress was just melting away.&amp;nbsp; I realize I was on vacation but I did have my rugrats there with me and I did do some work (bare minimum) while I was there.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, doing bare minimum work was a factor but that wasn't all.&amp;nbsp; And for me, summer time with NOT having the kids in school is a more relaxed, less stressful time for me, even when we are at home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But there still is something very different, special and relaxing about Maui.&amp;nbsp; It is very much slower paced then it is here at home.&amp;nbsp; And I want that.&amp;nbsp; I kept saying over and over "I'm determined to find a way to bring this Aloha back home with me"....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, I've been home for&amp;nbsp;a couple weeks&amp;nbsp;and I think I've done a pretty good job keeping my Aloha so far.&amp;nbsp; I was a bit overwhelmed when I first returned because I am very very busy with work right now.&amp;nbsp; We are just swamped in general and then with my "bare minimum" working for the last month, I'm really playing catch up.&amp;nbsp; Normally that would throw me into a tizzy and believe me......it started too.&amp;nbsp; I was starting to feel overwhelmed and then I said "NOPE, not doing this"&amp;nbsp; It took a month to get all this stress stripped away from me and I REFUSE to fall back into chaos.&amp;nbsp; Will NOT do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So after much soul searching&amp;nbsp; and speaking with my friend at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I've decided that this is my goal for this next year.&amp;nbsp; I can't run a business and have three children still at home and a son who is about to get married and not have a little chaos from time to time BUT I can have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONTROLLED CHAOS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... And this is my goal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I started this earlier this year.&amp;nbsp; Taking control of my life and making it the best it can be.&amp;nbsp; I've made changes that have helped.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I've stepped up and done things I haven't "wanted" to do but I've known I "needed" to do but it's time to take it further.&amp;nbsp; It's time to dig deeper.&amp;nbsp; And that's what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; That's what I'm hoping you will do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As soon as my "Aloha" is in jeopardy I am going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;stop...drop....and roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..... of wait, that is for a fire.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, so I'm going to stop and ask myself&amp;nbsp; "What can I do differently that would make this situation not be as stressful?"&amp;nbsp; And I'm going to do it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to continue to work on my weight and health.&amp;nbsp; I was doing so well and then I slacked off and I'm back at it.&amp;nbsp; Bottom line is I feel so much better emotionally and physically when I don't slack off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to be working on my marriage.&amp;nbsp; After going on 22 years of marriage, running a business together and raising four children together I want to do a "check up".&amp;nbsp; I want to make sure I'm doing everything I can to be the best wife I can be.&amp;nbsp; I want to take time to plan date nights like we used to do.&amp;nbsp; I want to redecorate my bedroom to a more romantic setting.&amp;nbsp; All these things I "think about" doing and never get around too.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to mark time on the calendar to get it done and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to work on de-cluttering and organizing my life.&amp;nbsp; This is HUGE.&amp;nbsp; This is a major cause of stress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Case in point..... My son lost his permit.&amp;nbsp; I was going to take him to the DMV to get another copy.&amp;nbsp; I had all the stuff together before we left for Maui so I thought it would be easy to grab and go.&amp;nbsp; So we are ready to walk out the door and I can't find it.&amp;nbsp; Then I find the form we needed but realize I never put his SS# on it.&amp;nbsp; So then I'm trying to find his Social Security card.&amp;nbsp; Can't find it.....&amp;nbsp; And in the mean time I think I should bring his birth certificate just in case.... Can't find it.&amp;nbsp; Are you dang kidding me?!?&amp;nbsp; So I find the birth certificate (which we didn't even need) and then I find the social security card.&amp;nbsp; But had I put them all back in the safe where they belong instead of setting them down in a spot "for now" and then never getting around to putting them in the safe then I would have found them right off.&amp;nbsp; And if I didn't have so much JUNK to go through it would have been much easier.&amp;nbsp; It's not like I have TONS of stuff but it all adds up.&amp;nbsp; And after spending a month in Maui it made me realize just how little I really "need" and how much nicer it is to have less things to keep track of and to dig through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to work on "The guilt"&amp;nbsp; Not letting the guilt get to me of not having enough time in the day to do everything I want to do.&amp;nbsp; Or not having enough time in the day to do things that others want me to do.&amp;nbsp; That saying "I just can't do it today" is OK.&amp;nbsp; That I don't have to put others first and then figure out how in the world I'm going to catch up on all of my stuff.&amp;nbsp; Learning I can't do it all perfectly.&amp;nbsp; I can't be the perfect wife, housekeeper, employee (so many days I'd like to fire myself!.. lol) mother, daughter and friend all the time and that doesn't make me a failure.&amp;nbsp; It makes me human.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can say these things and know deep down in my heart that they are true.&amp;nbsp; I would say them to my best friend and mean it from the bottom of my heart yet I hold myself to a different standard.&amp;nbsp; It's time I give myself a break on somethings and come down on myself about others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You want the chips and salsa.......&lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD STEPHANIE&lt;/strong&gt;, you can't have every dang thing you want just because you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So you don't want to go in to the office today or run errands?&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD STEPHANIE&lt;/strong&gt;, you have to.&amp;nbsp; If you don't go to the office you can't get time cards, if you don't get time cards you can't do payroll on time, if you don't do payroll on time your employees wont get their paychecks on time.&amp;nbsp; If they don't get their paychecks on time .......you get the idea......So suck it up, stop complaining about what you have to do and get it done. (&lt;em&gt;Not that I never pay my employees on time, I always do but I do sometimes make it stressful on myself by waiting until the last minute&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So you want to go get a massage and you have a gift card but you feel guilty like you should be home cleaning or finishing some work?&amp;nbsp; Can it wait?&amp;nbsp; Have you been running and doing things for yourself and neglected your home and work already this week?&amp;nbsp; If the answer is NO then I'm going to go get that dang massage and NOT feel guilty.&amp;nbsp; If the answer is YES then.....sorry you want a massage but you have already played this week so suck it up, get your work done and go next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Changes......it's all about balance and controlling the chaos.... and I'm on a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A friend of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; and&amp;nbsp;I are committed to continuing this mission together.&amp;nbsp; We have already been riding the weight loss train together and now we are on a mission to live our best lives.&amp;nbsp; We are going to help support each other and give each other advise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND we are going to post our advise, what we learn through our research and our trial and errors and we hope to help you with something you may be struggling with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We can't be the only ones who are in need of organizing, de-clutter, losing weight, strengthening our marriages, dealing with Rugrats at home or dealing with Rugrats who are no longer at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LBDDiaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and I feel that together we can make a difference.&amp;nbsp; We both love to do research and get as much information on things as we can.&amp;nbsp; We can't wait to share it with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are excited to have you on this journey with us and along&amp;nbsp;the way if you have advise please share and if you have a topic you would like us to discuss please let us know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is to finding and keeping our "ALOHA".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh and if nobody told you this already today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;YOU ARE WORTH THE WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it will take to find it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are ya with me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;((((HUGS)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;To see my first post on this please click here &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-things-coming-and-reason-behind-it.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"things to come and reasons behind it all"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-2135311074131960120?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2135311074131960120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-and-reduse-stress-marriage.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2135311074131960120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/2135311074131960120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/organize-and-reduse-stress-marriage.html' title='ORGANIZE AND REDUSE STRESS  {Marriage, Children, Home and Work}'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THSrVuLLzKI/AAAAAAAACKs/_ecdwsc1N3w/s72-c/Maui+Aloha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3648986293412780188</id><published>2010-08-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:19:47.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Me On Monday'/><title type='text'>MEET ME ON MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m300/linder4/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found "Meet me on Monday" on my friend at &lt;a href="http://www.lbddiaries.com/blog/"&gt;LBDDiaries Blog&lt;/a&gt; and she found it on &lt;a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-on-monday_22.html"&gt;Never Growing Old Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I had to join in on the fun!&amp;nbsp; What a great way to get to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spill the beans about my life on here all the time BUT the little&amp;nbsp;things about me, how much of that do I share?&amp;nbsp; I mean I probably haven't done a post saying "By the way&amp;nbsp;my beautiful blog friends my favorite doughnut is a glazed twist."&amp;nbsp; Not that I shouldn't do that but I just haven't.&amp;nbsp; UNTIL NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am sooooooooooooo looking forward to is finding out more about YOU!&amp;nbsp; My fellow bloggers, my&amp;nbsp;readers my BFF e-friends!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm excited for it not to be all about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I will spill the beans about myself and then if you could be so kind as to spill it back about you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okie Dokie Artichokie&amp;nbsp;these are the questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. What is your favorite kind of doughnut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. How often do you pray?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. What is your favorite kind of music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. What do you order when you eat Chinese food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Would you rather snowboard in the winter or swim in the summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can copy and paste them in the comment section and answer them that way or if you want you can just list the question number and your answer next to it that way!&amp;nbsp; It's all about you, so you do whatcha wanna do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKpU6MYruI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hY-9XCLGh4o/s1600/Twist+doughnut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKpU6MYruI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hY-9XCLGh4o/s640/Twist+doughnut.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite doughnut is the Glazed Twist doughnut (which you already know cuz I spilt it above, I'm already not good at this)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really must admit that I have never met any doughnut that I don't like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also must admit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm craving&amp;nbsp;one now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Question #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKvEQUa_zI/AAAAAAAACJ8/tNZjywRIcPc/s1600/praying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKvEQUa_zI/AAAAAAAACJ8/tNZjywRIcPc/s400/praying.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I pray often.&amp;nbsp; I pray throughout the day as things come in to my mind.&amp;nbsp; I pray for my children and my husband, my family and my friends..... My prayers are more like conversations off and on throughout my day.&amp;nbsp; But I also thank God in payers throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; Silly things like I'm in a hurry and can't find my keys, it's getting down to the wire and my day is surly going to be ruined if I don't find them in the next 30 seconds (exaggeration here but you get the idea) I find them and I say "Thank you God"..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I believe in the power of prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Question #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKyCDb8toI/AAAAAAAACKE/qtdjbe3g19o/s1600/country+music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKyCDb8toI/AAAAAAAACKE/qtdjbe3g19o/s640/country+music.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hands down Country music.&amp;nbsp; I love country music, new and old.&amp;nbsp; I used to wish I was from Alabama because I love the song "Sweet Home Alabama" so much.&amp;nbsp; I'm a country girl, just living in the hills of California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I also wished I was from the south so I could talk about my "Sweet Tea" allot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Question #4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THK0OyCuPSI/AAAAAAAACKU/CueqCwVlHMk/s1600/Broccoli+beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THK0OyCuPSI/AAAAAAAACKU/CueqCwVlHMk/s640/Broccoli+beef.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Broccoli Beef but I also like Orange Chicken or Kung Pao Chicken. We usually order several different items and then share them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really getting hungry now.&amp;nbsp; SHOCK and AWE moment I know......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Question #5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THK0usmBiBI/AAAAAAAACKc/so3jNivnJGA/s1600/2010-07-06_pool+meg+goofy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THK0usmBiBI/AAAAAAAACKc/so3jNivnJGA/s640/2010-07-06_pool+meg+goofy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would rather swim in the summer.....&amp;nbsp; This is my future daughter in law when we were in Maui.&amp;nbsp; I took this picture to send to her momma.&amp;nbsp; Isn't she adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So how about you?&amp;nbsp; Spill it, if you would be so kind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH OH OH OH OH OH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't yet......&lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/csn-free-giveaway.html"&gt;DON'T FORGET TO ENTER MY GIVEAWAY THAT ENDS TOMORROW NIGHT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a fantastic Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao Bellas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644314666224214078-3648986293412780188?l=mommassoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3648986293412780188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3648986293412780188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644314666224214078/posts/default/3648986293412780188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-me-on-monday.html' title='MEET ME ON MONDAY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/SuMXR5YFzRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zby2O_5j_6M/S220/All+4+kids+lake+house+09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THKpU6MYruI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hY-9XCLGh4o/s72-c/Twist+doughnut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-2699002321280619675</id><published>2010-08-22T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:42:40.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Gabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Home'/><title type='text'>Fashion Show's for Cats?  YOU BET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fashion shows for cats?&amp;nbsp; You betcha!&amp;nbsp; At least when you have Rugrat daughters and a cat who is grounded to the house for a couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had some tractor work done and they asked Hunk if we had any dogs that would be an issue with bringing their dog.&amp;nbsp; Hunk told them no, because as many of you know while the rugrats and I were in Maui out lab Nestlie (of about 14 years) passed away.&amp;nbsp; Hunk waited to tell us until we got home because he knew it would be hard news to take.&amp;nbsp;(And our dog Buck ran away one too many times and we never found him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our Nestlie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGGXghIEBI/AAAAAAAACJs/89A6OM2HfzU/s1600/Dog+painted+toe+nails+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGGXghIEBI/AAAAAAAACJs/89A6OM2HfzU/s640/Dog+painted+toe+nails+001.JPG" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you love her nails?&amp;nbsp; My sweet girl.&amp;nbsp; We love and miss you Nestlie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-dogs-few-of-our-cats-and-poor-dirty.html"&gt;RIP precious animals of past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soooooooo.&amp;nbsp; Hunk told him we didn't have any dogs.&amp;nbsp; What none of us thought about is our CAT (which we only have ONE cat left).&amp;nbsp; I guess his dog has never seen a cat but has chased&amp;nbsp;plenty of squirrels in his day.&amp;nbsp; You can guess where this is going.&amp;nbsp; It started with a chase under a vehicle, and older man chasing his dog with a stick and slipping and falling (feeling more embarrassed than hurt), then turned to our cat trying to climb out sliding glass door, lots and lots of screaming and just when it looked as though our kitty's life would be coming to an end he shot out and made it to a tree before the dog got him.&amp;nbsp; He stayed up there for hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since the tractor work has gone on for two days the cat has found a new home inside.&amp;nbsp; Only one poop accident on the carpet, I am have been impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my daughters just showed me these photos and I had to share with you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the Kitty fashion show......&amp;nbsp; My daughter is helping with this post as she would like to leave the remarks about the clothing. (smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;\&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDa6FnRPI/AAAAAAAACIU/b1I6KB3UAiA/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDa6FnRPI/AAAAAAAACIU/b1I6KB3UAiA/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New from Calvin Kline, plaid is back in with this sexy look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDj_J2vVI/AAAAAAAACIc/681Xxvx0sYo/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDj_J2vVI/AAAAAAAACIc/681Xxvx0sYo/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Come to the lake in your summer outfit.&amp;nbsp; Notice how the green bring out his eyes and the holes in this outfit allow for cooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDrmacT_I/AAAAAAAACIk/2cnOBhjgxrI/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDrmacT_I/AAAAAAAACIk/2cnOBhjgxrI/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Take this fashionable hat!&amp;nbsp; It has storage for all your cat nip needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDzKmnt6I/AAAAAAAACIs/axe9AsoHyGo/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGDzKmnt6I/AAAAAAAACIs/axe9AsoHyGo/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out this vibrant bow?&amp;nbsp; Huhhhhhh ladies?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGD5TfHK_I/AAAAAAAACI0/pq-uvgY7EUw/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGD5TfHK_I/AAAAAAAACI0/pq-uvgY7EUw/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+068.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going to work at the office boys?&amp;nbsp; I would highly suggest this I love Sugar Pine Christian Camp tie.&amp;nbsp; It's the perfect accent to any outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGEAJT4fiI/AAAAAAAACI8/prEM3jeMWic/s1600/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DvqzurQHTb0/THGEAJT4fiI/AAAAAAAACI8/prEM3jeMWic/s640/2010-+Katie%27s+photos+063.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you wish your tie was hot like mine?&amp;nbsp; Dontcha? .... 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