<?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-4394772866099132124</id><updated>2012-01-30T05:30:20.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of Us!</title><subtitle type='html'>My Wonderful Life! It may not be all I imagined but I couldn't have imagined it as great as it is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3377483804596718094</id><published>2010-11-07T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:11:54.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in from my phone</title><content type='html'>So we moved yet again. My poor blog has been neglected due to the moves but sadly so much more has been neglected as well. The good part I have an iPhone and there is a blogger app. so I may be able to keep up more. WooHoo now let's see if this works. I wish I could download apps to fix the other neglected areas of my life but until then one issue down and many more to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Home&amp;z=10'&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3377483804596718094?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3377483804596718094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3377483804596718094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3377483804596718094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3377483804596718094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/11/checking-in-from-my-phone.html' title='Checking in from my phone'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7600329987471433222</id><published>2010-05-28T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:47:45.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/TAAAp6gpskI/AAAAAAAAAqU/346sTFXucmk/s1600/friday+5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/TAAAp6gpskI/AAAAAAAAAqU/346sTFXucmk/s320/friday+5.bmp" /&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 thought that this looked like to much fun so I decided to link up with &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and other's for Five Question Friday!&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;1. Is there something you've always wanted to try but just can't muster up the courage to actually do yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go on a roller coaster a big one, I have been on small one's and I get freaked out and I dont think I would like a big roller coaster but I want to go on one just to say I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had $100 handed to you in cash without your significant other knowing about it, what would you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;Probably going out to eat. I love to eat and food is my favorite, but then again I may spend it on some shoes or a new bag, not that I need it just to enjoy the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite piece of playground equipment as a child?&lt;br /&gt;The swing, which now make me sick. Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you prefer a sweet or hearty breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Neither I am not a breakfast person. When I do eat breakfast it is usually out because we are on a trip and then the breakfast is hashbrowns and bacon with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a Neat Freak or a Messy Bessy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total neat freak, I dont like mess it literally sends me over the deep end. My kids know dont keep a mess unless you want to hear it, I feel bad but mess seriously makes me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7600329987471433222?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7600329987471433222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7600329987471433222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7600329987471433222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7600329987471433222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/TAAAp6gpskI/AAAAAAAAAqU/346sTFXucmk/s72-c/friday+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6715672217542791511</id><published>2010-05-28T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:08:17.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my blog and facebook friends</title><content type='html'>So first blogspot would only let me comment but not post. Figure's who knows if it was blogspot or my computer but either way it wouldnt work so I got frustrated and gave up. I also realized I spend way to much time on the computer and with summer coming up that needs to stop. I love facebook and blogspot and all of my friends but I also love my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have not been spending much time together due to his schedule, who knew that a daytime schedule was just as rough as a night time schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl&amp;nbsp;has been flipping out lately and I dont know what is going on with her. She did get an award in school yesterday for being a good citizen, I was proud but also just sat stumped. How is she such a good citizen at school and made such a huge impact and yet at home she continually keeps me on my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new puppy refuses to potty train and I am sure my landlords are going to love us once we move and the move the carpet. Not that I care because quite honestly this carpet it horrible and they need to replace it desperately. Nobody should have to live with this carpet. I do care that he wont train as we are planning vacations and both people we are visiting have brand new carpet and he will not be allowed out of his crate much if he keeps leaving surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boy, well he started swimming and is doing well. He can move about the water without his swimmies and this was my child deathly afraid of the water so this is an awesome step. He has been acting out and I dont know if it is to "compete" with Big Girl for attention or if it is just him being himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided when the kids are home and in the house with me I am trying to stay off the computer. I dont pay much mind to them while on and honestly I suck at multi tasking with a computer. Plain and simple, if the laptop is on my lap then I am in my zone. I can not do that any longer. I do leave to cook dinner and such but what fun are my kids having watching me use my computer. So I am trying to take a break so to speak. Summer is coming up and I want to make meal plans and summer plans with my kids so summer runs smoothly. Now dont get me wrong I will be forcing my children outside at leas an hour a day o go play and get out of my hair because let's be real summer break can drive a parent insane especially when we dont ahve something to do daily and the money to do it. Yes people I understand things are free but let's be real how many of you actually go to something free and spend no money? If you have some idea's please let me know because everything cost's money whether it is the gas to get there or the item you may forget or something while you are out. It cost's money and some days we just dont have it. So any free idea's please send them my way because I need some ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that has been our life and our home. Tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and to top that off Hubby and I have been sleeping horribly. The wind can wak me up I am sleeping so lightly and I cant fall asleep at a normal hour no matter how hard I try. It stinks especially when everyone else is sleeping around me. But yeah that is life and this is my break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6715672217542791511?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6715672217542791511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6715672217542791511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6715672217542791511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6715672217542791511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-my-blog-and-facebook-friends.html' title='Missing my blog and facebook friends'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-9059012995346276784</id><published>2010-05-22T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:14:38.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida is the beachiest</title><content type='html'>I just have to say, being able to go to the beach and just enjoy a day there with white sand and water that I can see through to the floor is very very nice, and not anything that we ever had in NY. I dont like sand but I can begin to enjoy the Florida beaches. We packed up and headed out, we forgot our beach umbrella and were able to turn around and go home and get it. You know why, because we live that close to the beach. It is so nice. I think I could actually venture to the beach this summer and have some fun with the kids. Oh did I also mention that the water is warm, like nice warm ot piss warm and it was nice to be in it. I keep hearing from friends oh you will be back a true New Yorker always comes back to New York. Well guess what I am not a true New Yorker because I never want to leave these pretty beaches. For those of you thinking well did she tan, oh yes I did. We all got some nice color and guess what I tanned properly, with SPF30 because I do not want to wear a leather coat as skin when I am older.&amp;nbsp;I am learning. So how was your Saturday? Mine was just so nice I had no choice but to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-9059012995346276784?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/9059012995346276784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=9059012995346276784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9059012995346276784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9059012995346276784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/florida-is-beachiest.html' title='Florida is the beachiest'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7631647515050797333</id><published>2010-05-19T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:53:38.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My children learn best from OTHER'S?</title><content type='html'>So does anyone else have that issue with their children? I have been trying to teach my son to swim and yet he continues to resist. So yesterday we started swim lessons. Amazing he wants to learn from someone else. It honestly bother's me because they are teaching him something I could teach him for free but he will hopefully learn and I wont have to pay again. Does anyone else have children who learn best from other's? I ask because I know so many people that homeschool and it amazes me because my son wont even learn how to swim with my instruction so&amp;nbsp;how could I be his daily school teacher, along with swim and all of his other daily needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then swim lessons other things have been well, Hubby and I have been doing wonderfully and the next thing to work on is intimicy. I dont know how I am going to work on that one. You would think it is simple but yet it is not so we shall see the steps that we can do to become intimate yet again. No I am not only speaking of&amp;nbsp; the bedroom but also other imtimate things. Conversations and just being able to love one another. There are so many ways to be intimate. I know one thing most men think is intimate but I want other intimacy as well. I definitely have issues there. We joke and say Big Boy broke me because since him I have had intimacy issues. I guess this is the next chapter in our lives. I will try to share some of our growth but you know not all intimate things are PG and I want this to blog to be in case family should ever happen upon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewy (the new pup) has adjusted well into the family. Next step with him is potty training, needless to say he is quite the stubborn one. I hope to be able to get him trained soon, I do not enjoy pee and poop on my floor at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for life all has been well. I definitely need to get into a better schedule and quickly. I have been enjoying way late nights and even later mornings that seem to turn into late afternoon wakings. Not fun, I am still keeping home well and am enjoying our nice clean house, but the schedule is getting off. now with summer coming up I dont want to sleep in all day, till 9 or so would be nice but all day would be a complete waste. Besides now that I will be 30 in 32 days I have decided I want to be more adult and do the adult things in life. I definitely want to go back to school in my 30th year of life and hopefully I can continue to acheive my goal of becoming a career woman. Only problem is, I want a career based around my kids, so I am starting to wonder if going back to cosmetology is the right plan. I am definitely going to go back to get my license because I dont liek that I started it and yet again did not finish, but I am thinking that working with children is my calling. So yet again we shall see where the next chapter in my life brings me. I must admit I am enjoying being a stay at home Mom so much and wish I never had to fully go back to work. Why cant stay at home Mom's make a paycheck? (And if anyone has the answer fill me in).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7631647515050797333?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7631647515050797333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7631647515050797333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7631647515050797333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7631647515050797333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-children-learn-best-from-others.html' title='My children learn best from OTHER&apos;S?'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7514967352180099723</id><published>2010-05-13T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:29:04.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NY came to Florida</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a blast, we went to Orlando and saw some friends at a resort where they are staying. The kids had a blast playing with our friends family and their children. It was a lot of fun. I keep saying friends but honestly they are more like family. it is my best friends brother and his fiance, and their two children. It was awesome getting to see them and it was weird all at the same time. We neevr hung out alone in NY because when we got together my best friend was always their as it was family gatherings. See I told you just like family. Yesterday it was just us and it was awesome, we stayed by the pool all day. Big Girl had a bit of an attitude as she wanted to do more, that girl always wants to be on the go and can never just be happy in the moment. I enjoyed myself and Big Boy had a blast, he learned how to swim, or so he says. I think he may have been touching the ground but whatever he did it and when he starts swim class this coming Tuesday he should skip right ahead of the levels since he can now swim with his head under the water. Of course Big Girl was less then thrilled that her younger brother could swim under the water and she could not, so I am sure we will be having a few fueds over this one. By the pool they had food service, ah how nice, Pina Colada's and sun. A lethal mix especially for me, I caught a huge headache by 4:30 and we had to leave. Worked out well as we came home and the kids got to bed at a decent hour for school today but it stunk&amp;nbsp; as we wished to spend more time their. I passed out in the car on the ride home and then came home and passed out soon after the kids. Hubby is still sleeping over 15 hours later so I assume he needed to get caught up as well. It was an extremely long day in an extremely short amount of time. It was also a blast though and I loved seeing our NY friends here in Florida. I hope eventually someone will come see us though because although I love going to see other people, I want other's to just come near us and enjoy some time seeing where we are living and all. I also think the kids would enjoy showing their room's to their&lt;strike&gt; friends&lt;/strike&gt; family. Let's be real anyone willing to travel from NY to Florida just to see us must be considered family, because most of our friends from NY will pobably neevr see us again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7514967352180099723?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7514967352180099723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7514967352180099723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7514967352180099723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7514967352180099723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/ny-came-to-florida.html' title='NY came to Florida'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-222986428552369553</id><published>2010-05-11T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:28:46.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest addition, and some of the rest of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we welcome Chewbacca (Chewy) to the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of us at the dog park. Well minus Hubby who is behind the camera. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nY_fP_kBI/AAAAAAAAApc/73kvJrszdDE/s1600/P5094632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nY_fP_kBI/AAAAAAAAApc/73kvJrszdDE/s320/P5094632.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get bailey to walk alone. It didn't work out to well. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZF3qyOdI/AAAAAAAAApk/mhmOO4qBpQY/s1600/P5094639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZF3qyOdI/AAAAAAAAApk/mhmOO4qBpQY/s320/P5094639.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stopping for a drink because you get thirsty being carried around. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZReCwGgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SbHoWIropLQ/s1600/P5094656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZReCwGgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SbHoWIropLQ/s320/P5094656.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wanting some water too. Dont worry he got some as well, Hubby just didnt photograph it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZjXx9bDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IHI4Nnl5ApE/s1600/P5094653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nZjXx9bDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IHI4Nnl5ApE/s320/P5094653.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-222986428552369553?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/222986428552369553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=222986428552369553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/222986428552369553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/222986428552369553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-addition-and-some-of-rest-of-us.html' title='The newest addition, and some of the rest of us.'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S-nY_fP_kBI/AAAAAAAAApc/73kvJrszdDE/s72-c/P5094632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5499058861998284265</id><published>2010-05-11T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:15:03.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday A Wonderful Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Mother's Day to all. I hope it was wonderful. I had a wonderful mother's Day weekend because that's how we roll. Saturday I stayed in bed almost all day and half the time Big Girl stayed in bed with me, watching movies and just having fun. I also searched Craigslist to see if I could find a puppy because you know I am nuts and a puppy was just the extra work that was needed to be thrown into the daily grind. I couldnt find one and fell asleep, I was tired and spending all day in bed made me even more tired so I gave up on the dog search and said to Big Girl just an hour please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hubby had other plans and found a puppy. I swear it must have been posted as I signed off the computer. My eyes closed I got into a nice sleep and Hubby called to call this woman. Luckily Big Girl had left me to my nap and did not know what was going on, as we had already called many people and no doogy was meant to be. I called the woman and at 5p.m. we were set to meet at Hubby's job. Well 5 turned into 6, she has children as well and we met up and I got my Mother's Day gift, my very own Chihuahua. Saturday night we spent relaxing and enjoying time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning my darling children woke me up at 7 a.m. Ugh I love them but do they forget I dont even wake up to bring them to school. But I woke and got my gifts. A tomato plant from Big girl and a pottery heart bowl she made in art class. A wonderful card that she got from Walmart and a great big hug and a breakfast in bed of a toasted buttered English Muffin. Big Boy alo made me a bowl but his was a circle shape, he gave me a card he picked out, I think he thought it was cute because it had a puppy on it, little did he realize it was meant to be from a dog. But still adorable and since he just learned how to write all his letter's in script it said From: (Big Boy) To: Carri (yes Carri not Mom because his mind blanked when it was time to write the M so a C was easier and I was dubbed Carri for Mother's Day). So sweet. Off to church for both services. The kids as usual had a blast. The service was about foster care and adoption. I wish we could but now is not our time. We went to walmart and had to get Big Boy new glasses as he had broken them. Let me tell anyone if you need glasses especially for kids, go to walmart. Big Boy is close to blind (no joke his prescription is high) everyplace we go charges an arm and a leg, Wal-Mrt only cost us $88. Seriously, nice frames and the right glas with not only anti glare but also with transitions. I love Wally World. Then we went home got the dogs and headed to the local dog park where we met a woman with 4 dachshund's. Boy were they big. She also had two other dogs fun fun. Bailey stayed by us the whole time, he was not enjoying the dog park not one bit. Oh well maybe next time. We came home Hubby cooked dinner and the kids played with their friends. It was a nice relaxing Mother's Day in which I was hoping for a nap but luckily Saturday gave me enough sleep to make up for no sleep on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday agh the drama day. Hubby cut his hand open at work, like only Hubby could. It was not a bad cut but all the same he cut it. We went to the local first care clinic and&amp;nbsp;they were able to stitch it up. He is on the mend and in a week he goes to get the stitches removed. After that we got the puppy and went to get the kids from school. I plan on socializing this pup so we can bring him everywhere and he is friendly. Bailey is attatched which is nice but this little one needs to&amp;nbsp; learn how to socialize and not be a yapper. I know all little dogs yap, well not this one. I am going to try to train it better than that. So far he is a winer, and last night I put Bailey in the crate with him and they both slept together with minimal whining. I felt bad for Bailey having to not only sleep in the crate ut eal with a tiny Pup but seriously Bailey, you are only a few monthes shy of 2, your not a senior by any means and you need to learn to love one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it is Tuesday the week is flying by. I have gotten laundry done and two dogs to peacefully co-exsist. I still have floors to clean though and I know there are other things I could be doing. Maybe deep cleaning a room or rearranging a closet. I dont know some awesome housewife duty. Tomorrow we are traveling to Orlando to see some friend from NY who are there on vacation. The kids have no clue that we are going though and I think they are going to have a blast. Now to somehow get the car packed and ready tonight without them knowing we are going anyplace tomorrow. We are hoping to hit the road by 9a.m., if it were up to me we would leave at 8 since that is what time they leave for school, but whatever. I also need to pack some swimsuits and other things that I think we could possibly need. I want to be overprepepared (I know not a word), isn't that better then not having all we need. Dinner is cooked and laundry is done, so life is good. All I need is to find my friend motivation and get the place nice and clean so when we come home tomorrow night I feel relaxed and not stressed out. I did not enjoy coming home last saturday from my best friends only to feel like I walked into a hurricane. Tomorrow night I will walk in and feel like I am in a resort because that is the feeling I want. Hope everyone enjoy's there day. I know I will enjoy mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah on the Hubby and me note, things are going well. We still have our outbursts but I think we are working more and more on a daily basis. Big Girl has adjusted well to her med's I still dont know if they are the right one for her but for now they are working and she seems to be more focused on school work and such. She has also gotten back into reading which is nice to see because before she was not into it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5499058861998284265?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5499058861998284265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5499058861998284265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5499058861998284265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5499058861998284265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday-wonderful-tuesday.html' title='Tuesday A Wonderful Tuesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5066968506983044807</id><published>2010-05-07T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:57:47.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in High Heels</title><content type='html'>So I am back. My knee is healing and I am wearing heels again. Literally. I dont know why but maybe since I was injured and knew I could barely walk I had the biggest urge to wear high heeled shoes. I dont know why I just know I was aiming to get better and put on my heels. I went out and did my errands and refused to allow my bum knee to stop me from doing things. So I went... yes it was a slower pace then I am used to but I still went and ran errands and went grocery shopping and did all the jobs of a SAHM. It was annoying but I did it and I didnt complain that often. Until the back of my leg started to hurt. I had huge black and blues from the immobilizer they gave me. Ouch anothing annoying bit of pain on my leg. I took off the immobilizer, put on my knee brace and continued on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we went to see my best friend. Well our best friend I should say and my kid's Uncle. We had a blast. it was great seeing him after all these years and even better to know we were all Floridian's ( and I use that term ever so loosely), who lived a lot closer then when&amp;nbsp;he was here and I had a NY address or when he was in Virginia and Maryland and we were in NY. It was awesome seeing an old friend who I could be real with. It was awesome having a friend at all in real life and not just on the phone. The kids had a blast and were able to make his home their home for the day without feeling the least bit hesitant about anything they did. Got to love how adaptable kids can be. We had a fun Saturday and can't wait to enjoy our time again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have been busy. I signed Big Boy up for swim lessons which he start in a week and a half and I am thrilled. here in Florida you need to know how to swim. Hubby and I have both been through swim training, he was a lifeguard and I was on a swim team so needless to say we can swim well. I taught Big Girl how to stay afloat and from there she went to teach herself. What is it with children not wanting their parents to teach them how to do things. Needless to say Big Boy is not having the same self confidence as Big Girl and he refuses to allow us to take off the swimmies and just float. So swim lessons here we come. I hope he enjoy's them and I am thrilled to add another thing to our calendar because I enjoyed being busy in NY, although if I remember correctly I did complain about all the running when I was there I also remember stating (when it was not snowing or raining), that I loved our hectic schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we also started our Church classes for the membership/growth track classes. It was different and nothing like I expected but I am hoping to grow in my relationship with not only God but with other's. I am hoping this also help's Hubby and I in our journey together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that has been our week, no reason for not posting and my leg is not stopping me from doing anything at all. It has just been a fun week.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to all who asked how I was doing and sorry I didnt get back to you sooner. I have been keeping up with other's blog's catching up on my reading but I never commented because I am great like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend. I am in the mood for another road trip. I am stopping myself from packing up the kids and just going to my Grandparents for the night. Good thing they need some advance notice or we could be on our way to&amp;nbsp;South Florida and a 4&amp;nbsp;hour road trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5066968506983044807?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5066968506983044807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5066968506983044807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5066968506983044807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5066968506983044807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-in-high-heels.html' title='Back in High Heels'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-1427219995321817719</id><published>2010-04-29T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:17:27.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 Immobilized</title><content type='html'>Was spent in the hospital, I guess Big Girl did good on her med's I dont know I was knocked out from the wonderful (note sarcasm here) pain pills I was given. So a bit of a back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Big Boy jumped on my bed, I was laying sideways under the blanket and my leg was right where he jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to Monda, Big Girl and her friend ask me to turn Big Girl's bottom bed which is a furon into a couch instead of a bed. So I tried my hardest, needless to say the mattress is very thick, it was bought for sleep not a couch and needless to say I pushed with my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Monday night I am in an extreme amount of pain. I dont know if it was either of the above occurances or what but I know I am in pain. I finally passed out after many many hours of tossing and turning. I woke up Tuesday still in pain and decided to put on my knee brace that I have to give some support. I was icing it all ngiht and now it felt worse. Ugh. Tuesday night I was still in pain. Finally Wednesday morning I decided to go to the hospital, where I was given an immobilizer and crutches and these horrific &lt;strike&gt;sleep pills&lt;/strike&gt; pain meds. I guess you dont feel pain when you sleep and luckily Hubby was home from work to deal with life as it went on around me literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I got into a few spats over me wanting to go out and do things. I am not letting a strained tendon slow me down, I had a dance school to check out (which was such a waste) I wont even go into dialogue with the guy although it was definitely something to be heard. Ugh the guys just irritated me. &lt;br /&gt;I asked do you have boy's hip hop classes. &lt;br /&gt;Him:What age Ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Seven almost eight&lt;br /&gt;Him:Well we have an instructor who comes in on saturday's from 9-6 and teaches jazz and ballet. &lt;br /&gt;But do you have hip hop classes&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well Ma'am those are like hip hop &lt;br /&gt;(Thinking to myself, ummm really ballet and jazz is like hip hop is this idiot for real?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: But do you have actual hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well we have classes on Tuesday for teens and on Thursday's for adults.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But do you have boy's hip hop&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ummmm no&lt;br /&gt;I just hung up, I was speechless hard to believe. But seriously thanks idiot I could have hung up and not wasted my minutes about 10 minutes ago. The guys sounded like a message machine seriously like a robot and when he first answered I swore I was talking to a machine and sat in silence waiting to here the beep. Ugh now I know why he makes no money and is literally giving away dance classes for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next school, I got smart and just used Safari and looked up dance classes and found one that starts in June for a summer class or wait till August/September for a school year class. OK no problem just what I thought. So now once the summer is through if Big Boy is still interested in joining a dance class we will go over there and sign up. Cant eveyone just be simple and make sense and just let us know straight foward yes or no. Answer my question dont beat around the bush, seriously I will now make sure nobody goes to that dance school because he has not customer service and wasted my time. Yes I am a mean New Yorker I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby made dinner and brought the kids to church and even went to Wally World just to pick up a few items we needed for the next few days. I sat home and caught up on TV. OMG Desperate Housewive's made my night. Shockingly even after a 2 1/2 hour nap I passed out by 1 a.m. and had an awesome night's sleep. I am not planning on taking my pain med's during the day ever again, maybe at night to help me sleep. I also do not want to sleep with the immobilizer which I think I should be, but people I am in Florida and it is cool enough for my electric bill. Besides I dont want to freeze out the rest of the house because my immobilizer makes me 20 degree's warmer then normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1427219995321817719?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1427219995321817719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1427219995321817719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1427219995321817719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1427219995321817719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-8.html' title='Day 8 Immobilized'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8374098616423247468</id><published>2010-04-27T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:37:15.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>One week and things are looking up with everything. Big Girl was not tired today although she did go right to sleep when she was put to bed. She was definitely cranky but at least I didnt have to fight her to stay awake. Slowly but surely the side effects are wearing off and that is awesome for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 on the marriage front, everyting is going wonderful. The knock out brawl the other night helped us so much, we were able to get out what we needed and learn how to communicate and today when&amp;nbsp;I slipped a bit hubby nicely said honey and I remembered and I did the same to him. No taking offense no thinking anyone is being nasty. Just plain old communication at it's finest. WooHoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well Big Boy jumped on my bed the other day, little did he know I was laying sideways and he landed on my knee. Well last night it started bothering me and still is. I wore a brace today and the pain was come and go but it was there. I need to find myself a doctor so when things like this occur I can go get checked out and not have to sit aorund in pain like I am doing now. Isn;t it funny 2 days after we moved here the kids had a doctor's appt. I had actually picked a doctor before we even moved. Now a month later and I have yet to find a doctor for myself or Hubby. Goes to show how much we as parent's do neglect for ourselves versus our kids. Tomorrow Huby is off so we are going to a dance school to find out about classes for Big Boy. He wa sin competition dance back in NY and I think it is beyond time we look into something for him here. It is only fair the kid loves to dance and he has been mentioning it. I thought we could hold it off since it is recital time but he is not having that he wants to dance and I cant hold him back. We are settled it only seems right. Big Girl on the other hand has not mentioned it so I am not bothering her about it. She will be doing cheer and hopefully that is enough for her (it is going to be 7 days a week to start), Big Boy will have football and he wants dance so we will try. It's funny how in NY Big Boy didnt want to do much of anything but now he wants to do it all. He even wanted to do cub scouts but Hubby is completely against it and I refuse to argue with him over something so trivial. Big Girl on the other hand has not seemed interested in anything so until she is I am not pushing it, I will let her tell me in he own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is today's update how are things in the world of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8374098616423247468?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8374098616423247468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8374098616423247468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8374098616423247468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8374098616423247468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6620480938150124147</id><published>2010-04-26T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:53:52.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6?</title><content type='html'>So first comes Big Girl, the meds are still making her drawsy and it is blah but if I give her a 10 minute power nap and leave her alone during cranky time we work passed it. Now if we have to go out in public we will see what happens. But so far so good I guess. I guess with ADHD and ODD you have to choose the least of the evils and so far this drowsiness is better then the up's and down's throughout the day. I just wonder how she feel's. I ask and all she says is tired. Well we shall see it has only been a few days so we will keep at it and if we dont like it comes the end of the month we will check into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh the weekend. Tons of fun. Seriously TONS OF FUN! We went to a huge parade that is known all around been around forever and the kids had a blast, and so did I. We wish we had friends to join in the experience but heck not having friends wasn't so horrible. We sat near some nice people and it was almost as good as having friends, other then saying bye knowing we will never see them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Longboat Key. It was gorgeous we loved it and we only had one break down. We meaning Hubby and I, but it is OK last night we had it out but good. I mean seriously balls to the walls we flipped and it was awesome. No, no wonderful make up..... but seriously so therapeutic. We both realized what we need to change and that we need to learn to communicate. As I said before we didnt ge tto this point over night and it sure as crap wont change over night, but overnight it did get better and that is a wonderful thing in my book. Sometimes having it out makes it so much better. We now know what is wanted from eachother and we also know how to let the other know in the ways that we wont take offense to it. If that makes any sense. We discussed what irk's us, as if after almost 10 years of marriage we didn't already know that and we discussed how to say what we need to without hurting the other one's feelings. Goodness so basic but yet something that needed to be done. I truly just hope we can continue to work on the communication because I think that is something we have both been lacking. We got so used to horrible communication that itjust seemed normal. So today was amazing day. I woke p to my husband next to mein bed. No he doesnt sleep on the couch, or in another bed. He normally wakes and brings the kids to school, comes home and passes out on the couch. This morning he came in the room and I woke up to him near me. It was nice and we cuddled and that in itself was a wonderful feeling. Needless to say with the building painter's outside my window and us hearing them loud and clear we imagined they could hear us just as well, so we laid in bed all morning and half the afternoon, till I had to go get the kids. It was almost like when we first got together, carefree and enjoyable. I cant wait for more days like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6620480938150124147?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6620480938150124147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6620480938150124147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6620480938150124147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6620480938150124147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-6.html' title='Day 6?'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7186713329582783168</id><published>2010-04-23T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:07:55.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Shows</title><content type='html'>OK so I am addicted I can admit it, I love all the junk ones and the worse they are the better. MTV such horrible reality shows and guess what I watch them all, ok maybe not all but a lot of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I watched Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution. I think it is amazing that he wants to change our school lunch program's and if it works how wonderful is that. When I watched tonight's episode it makes me want to cry for so many reason's. First of all if you watched it did you see what parents are sending their kids in to school with for lunch. Umm chips, dry sugary cereal, jelly beans and yes this is all one school lunchbox. Dont forget the lunchable, which I myself have fed my children but I try not to often. I know this is reality and he found the worst of the worst and that is what he showed, shoot they may have even edited one kids lunchbox to have all the junk food who knows. It is just sad. I myself know I am guilty of feeding my kids garbage I mean we are in America and I am not rich and I dont know about where you live but where I live it is cheaper to get junk food then it is to get fresh fruits and veggies. I am starting to be able to afford the healthier food but my kids have grown so accustomed to some of the junk that the "real" food is just abnormal to them. I refuse to give up though. I am glad I have been cooking and I know what is going into my kids food. I even had Big Girl say (before we moved) hey Mom where's the rest of the meal when I had made a steak and potatoes. when I stated that isthe meal she asked for a veggie, because we always have one. I cant lie I made broccoli with cheese and justified it because it was broccoli. I do not cook the healthiest and I am still working on cooking nightly and getting rid of all the junk, but oil and butter creeps into our food. This show has shown me that it is possible to feed our kids healthier and to make a change. So are you trying to make a change? Have you always cooked healthy? Do you just continue to let your kids eat what they eat because they are healthy? I know many of parents whose doctor's tell them feed your kid whatever just get them to eat, so chicken nugget's, sugary cereal and junk food it is. What do you think of that? Do you have any wonderful recipes to share because this struggling chef need's some new kid friendly idea's that dont consist of crap but my picky eater's will eat, have I mentioned Big Girl CAN NOT have her food touching. Yeah good luck with that. So let's hear it, your own personal sound off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7186713329582783168?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7186713329582783168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7186713329582783168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7186713329582783168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7186713329582783168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/reality-shows.html' title='Reality Shows'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-1305288970118562128</id><published>2010-04-23T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:23:56.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I have gotten along fine today, again one outburst. They tend to happen as we get the kids from school. For some reason Hubby find's it funny to pick at me. For instance calling me tubby when i eat all day (mind you I am anything from tubby shoot I could gain about 15 pounds and still not be tubby), just sharing because it is not meant to be mean just his "endearing" terms for me. Today it was all about how I cant drive. Right I forgot he is the best driver, I snapped again I am just getting sick of it. Everytime I say something he says how perfect I feel I am. So much for trying hard huh. Last night did not go as planned, I swear it is like when I plan I just plan to fail Hubby did have dinner when he got home but it was the rest of the subway we had all pigged out on. Oh well better then nothing I guess. Hubby played hours of his game, watched his TV and I sat on the phone then went in the room and wtached TV. I am starting to wonder if we are just in that big of a funk that we can't get out of it. I am not giving up just getting a bit upset that yet again another plan is working out anyway but the way we planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Big Girl, it is day 3 on her new med's and it has been a pretty good day. She is a bit drowsy but did not nap today which is a good thing because after our nap yesterday she went to bed even later then I did. She was also up early this morning so on top of the med's making her drowsy I am sure lack of sleep did as well. There have not been many outburst's from her today though and that is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I sent Big Girl and Big Boy outside to play, they have been spending way to much time indoors this week. Not because of nasty weather just due to never wanting to go outside at the same time or nobody else being outside and they are not allowed out alone. So today I sent them out after dinner and told them they are not allowed back in until bedtime. So what does any kid now a days do, go to the neighbor's to veg out instead. Ugh I just can't win, but at least they are in a different setting vegging out. I have the door open and the breeze is flowing and I am enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I plan to do something fun away from home this weekend with the kids but then we might be destined to staying inside all weekend, so instead I will say I plan to enjoy the weekend. Hubby is working tomorrow but Sunday he will have off and I know this week we will make it to church. That is not a plan that is what is going to happen most definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW has anyone else seen those Silly Bands, yeah well I have. I have seen them at Beall's finally after searching 4 other stores. I bought them and not I dont want to hear about them again. The nerve of some company to charge $5 for 24 fun shaped rubber bands. Ugh the newest craze and sadly my kids are not the only one's that caught the bug but I too hopped on it and ran to find them. Now they will sit around and the kids can be thrilled they got some rubber bands that are shaped as things. Gotta love the newest crazes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1305288970118562128?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1305288970118562128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1305288970118562128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1305288970118562128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1305288970118562128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8200360139325098591</id><published>2010-04-22T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:44:03.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>Day three has been a simple one. I woke up and had to go get Big Girl from school. She was drowsy from the med's and the doctor wanted to see her. We decided to keep her on the meds and see where it goes from here. Right now she is more mellow without the highs and lows all day which is good. Still a bit of attitude and talking back but still better then before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Hubby and I well he woke me this morning to go get Big Girl and bring her to the doctor, once that was done and I brought her back to school I saw him for to minutes before he went to work. He did call me twice from work which is not normal and he was very sweet on the phone so I guess that is an improvement. I am just glad we are trying harder to be nice to one another. I plan on having dinner hot on the table when he get's home and the place is clean with fresh sheets to sleep on tonight so that is a nice treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a good snack and drink for myself for tonight to enjoy a tiny bit of me time between the kids going to sleep and Hub's getting home. Ah I cant wait to crawl into my fresh sheet's after a nice hot shower. What is a special treat you do for yourself and/ or your significant other? I personally love the shower/ fresh sheet/ good drink and a sweet treat combo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8200360139325098591?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8200360139325098591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8200360139325098591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8200360139325098591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8200360139325098591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3156086788102696319</id><published>2010-04-21T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:33:17.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>Today was an extremely good day. Only one outburst and it was me. We spent the day together enjoying eachother's company. I enjoyed this day and I reminded myself we are trying harder to be nicer to eachother. Hubby helped me cook a bunch of food at 10 at night that I needed to cook before it went bad. He also is helping clean up. We got a bunch accomplished today which always feels good. Tomorrow he is working most of the day so it should be a very easy day to get along without confrontation. Goodness that sounds so bad but heck it is what it is and all we can do is work hard to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news AT&amp;amp;T rocks and they gladly sold us warranty's for our phones. Yes it cost us and I am sure the guy made commision but we are now under warranty and if anything happens to our phones we can replace them for less than half the price it would cost if we did not get this "insurance", it also helps with constant tech support. Not only were we able to get them 4 monthes after we got out phones but we also got it cheaper then we were first offered it for. Can it get much better than that. We were able to get awesome cases at 50% off as well. I think we got a good deal and I love a good deal. I just hate that we had to spend money to have our phones protected, but money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. Big Girl started her new med's today and that was not such a good day. Poor Big Girl was so emotional and complained of dizziness and nausea. I feel bad she is having a rough go of the new med's but I am hoping it will even out and help more. If not then we must move on with behavioural modification and therapy. I just want Big Girl to be a kid and not have to go to the doctor's every week. I know there are plenty of kids who do but it just saddens me. I was at the therapist every week as a child for my depression and it stunk I dont think it helped one bit and when my Mom finally stopped forcing me to go and let me be a kid things got so much better for me. I think weekly therapy and being "different" made me more depressed then the actual disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is day two of our new relationship. I enjoyed the day and hope tomorrow can be even better. I cant imagine it being worse as Hubby is working all day, but never say never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3156086788102696319?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3156086788102696319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3156086788102696319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3156086788102696319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3156086788102696319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6413830832493350078</id><published>2010-04-20T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:41:17.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I cant believe it the truth has been out and now the truth must be worked on. Since we have been in Florida Hubby has told me what a wonderful housewife/stay at home Mom I have become. I bring him food when he is at work, coffee sometimes as well and even stopped to bring him money and not take from him LOL. It is nice having him up the road at work instead of 45 minutes away. It is different and I enjoy it when we need something signed or he forgot something at work or took something we need. It is convenient. It is also nice that he doesnt have to leave he house 2 hours before work and instead only 5 minutes before. But for some reason even with the lack of stress from being hours away from home for work e are still arguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it was his job, now it is everything. I said something &lt;strike&gt;finally &lt;/strike&gt;again, I had to but did I say it right I dont know. &lt;br /&gt;Hubby made a comment "we need to try to be nicer to eachother" (and not take everything said in the wrong way... I added that part). It made me chuckle "are we trying to be mean to eachother?", he said "no we just aren't trying hard enough". So here it is day 1 of trying to be nicer to eachother and not jump on everything the other one says or take it as being nasty. I dont know when we started traveling down this path but I do know we are sick of it. We will be married 10 years this August and we want to continue to be married to eachother despite our arguing and stupidity. So today is day one of us being nicer and not jumping down eachother's throats. I hope this works and now this will be my new added thing to blog about, our journey. I think now a days it is so easy to say and then take action to get a divorce that I want to share our journey of getting things back to the way they were because obviously it must have been good or else why would we have said I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick back story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1999- I got my first car&lt;br /&gt;May 1999- I got my GED&lt;br /&gt;June 1999- I got my independance&lt;br /&gt;July 1999- I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;August 1999- I enjoyed life being a teenager for the first time in a long time&lt;br /&gt;September 1999- I started cosmetology school&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 1999- I started working at TGIFriday's. (Hubby worked there as well)&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later I broke up with my then rebound boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;November 1999- Hubby and I went on our first date &lt;br /&gt;Early December 1999- Hubby got kicked out of his place and was sleeping in his car, I aked him to move in with me and my Mother who was traveling for work. Mind you we only went on 1 date and did not have a good relaionship. I was actually dating other guys at the time.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve 1999- We became official&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve- Hubby told me he loved me&lt;br /&gt;January 7 2000- DD was conceived&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day- we found out we were pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 19 2000- We got engaged&lt;br /&gt;August 4 2000- We got married&lt;br /&gt;September 15 2000- We got out first place&lt;br /&gt;October 1, 2000- we moved in&lt;br /&gt;October 14 2000-&amp;nbsp; We had Big Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See kind of quick within a year of meeting we were married with child. So when did we have time for us. Now almost 10 years later with two kids in a new state and still having no friends we have decided we will reconnect and be eachother's best friends yet again. We dont always have bad time's but we want to make sure we have hardly ever since lately everything is taken the wrong way. We love eachother and we want to go back and change some things that we know we did wrong. So has anyone else ever tried this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6413830832493350078?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6413830832493350078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6413830832493350078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6413830832493350078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6413830832493350078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4761465241682488947</id><published>2010-04-19T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:12:58.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S8y2qjtl5lI/AAAAAAAAApM/LbFecm662vY/s1600/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S8y2qjtl5lI/AAAAAAAAApM/LbFecm662vY/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MCKMama&lt;/a&gt; for more not me Monday's. &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;Wow I have not done one of these in a while. Let's think of all the things I have not been up to.&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 definitely do not have a box still sitting in my master bathroom that I have not unpacked but have walked passed a million times. I mean come on now I have been unpacked since a week after we moved here so why would I still have a box with little things unpacked in my bathroom.&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 did not send my kids outside to play just because I couldnt deal with the noise, and just having them under foot. I needed a moment but come on now I would hae given them something educational to do, read a book play a game with eachother not just kick them out of the place what type of Mother does 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;I have not been sitting here depressed because I know nobody and allowed everything to annoy me because I know nobody and can't get out and have me time. I have friends in NY and I talk to them daily so I should be OK with that. I have my wonderful husband who has been doing nothing but giving me attention (yeah not so much since Just Cause 2 has come into our home), I should be happy to have my family because that is all I need.&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 that ios some of my not me Monday I am sure there are other wonderful things I have not done but honestly I cant think of them now so I am done. So what have you not done this passed week, month, lifetime?&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;Edit: I must add this week I did not yell way more then I did the week before. I am trying really I am, I guess I just need to try a little bit harder.&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 did not judge anyone at all this week because I keep saying I dont want to be judgemental and I dont want to be judged. So no way did I judge anyone or anything that would just be wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4761465241682488947?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4761465241682488947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4761465241682488947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4761465241682488947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4761465241682488947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S8y2qjtl5lI/AAAAAAAAApM/LbFecm662vY/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-929374031479898977</id><published>2010-04-16T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:55:17.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday oh Friday</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a good day and tonight is going to be a good night. Because I said so and that is that. I know Friday's were always My Husband Rocks but let's face it, I got lazy and I havent blogged in forever so this week it is not going to be focused on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say my husband is awesome because when i get on his case to get things done he calls me oh so proudly that all my persistance has paid off and he got things done. OK love ya hun there ya go you rock for getting things done, and calling the landlord because quite frankly I just dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my Friday I got all the things we needed done, done. WooHoo now it is my time. When I get the kids from school there is a carnival. Our first fun school thing to do and I can't wait. We used to have an awesome one in NY that had fun and games and rides and food. Oh the food. Yum yum. I hope this one is fun as well. One good thing no matter what is this. I am wearing a sun dress and it is April 16th and it is gorgeous outside and we are going to enjoy the weather if nothing else because we are in florida and that is always the silver lining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realized I have now lied here 1 month 1 day and my furniture has been here 1 month and we have had everything unpacked for 3 weeks and I still have not taken any pictures of the place. Sooooo that needs to be done. Not today but soon because what fun is living in a new place if you can't take pictures and show family and friends. I definitely dont think picture's will do the place any justice but whatever. Also with pictures comes another perspective and people can let me know what they think and what can be changed. Oh yeah and the wonderful crafty people I know can help me figure out what to do with the cabinet space in my kitchen. We now have pace over our cabinet's and it is gorgeous space and yet it does not have things I love. Why? Because I am not creative and I am being cheap and dont want to spend a lot to get it the way I want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my Friday will consist of a carnival, and hopefully carnival food, and family time because what is better then some quality family time. What is your Friday consisting of? Have a great weekend no matter what you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-929374031479898977?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/929374031479898977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=929374031479898977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/929374031479898977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/929374031479898977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-oh-friday.html' title='Friday oh Friday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7291768938235839999</id><published>2010-04-15T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:18:01.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello is anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>Well I am 2 months later in a new land and loving it. We have definitely taken some time to get used to the place and we are loving every moment. What new land well Florida of course. Right by the Gulf of Mexico. Agh so beautiful. We have made the move GoodBye New York and HELLO Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a long time since I have updated and boy oh boy have I missed blogging. I have missed my "friends" I see I have missed some blogs disappearing as well, which truly saddens me. I feel like I have missed a lot but I am back to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for this new land. The kids have been in school almost a month and they have made many friends. I on the other hand have applied for a job not gotten it (which is OK I guess), I have been a stay at home Mom, and a housewife, homemaker and all that jazz. I have made myself a nifty little routine and gotten the kids signed up for sports and found a church we all love. Although the church is very different then anything we have ever experienced before. I am loving life, loving our new condo (rented so technically not ours) and loving everything Florida has to offer. OK I lied I dont love the snakes I keephearing of or the alligator's but so far everyone is safe and that is what matters. I do miss having friends and know in time I will make some and I do miss being able to go see my Mom and my other adopted family when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noy I have all my family in Florida, my son sit's beside me fighting homework (just like NY aghhhh(, my daughter and husband sit in the bedroom watching TV together before Hubby is off to work. Definitely different than NY because in NY Hubby would have had to leave over an hour ago to be at work in time and yet he would still have an hour till he got there. Now we live 5 minutes from his job which gives him much more time with us on a daily basis. Definitely some more adjusting but we all love being home as a family. Some other adjustment's?!? Hmmm I am now a nightly cook. OK dont want to lie but an almost nightly cook and it is nice to have hubby walk through the door to a hot prepared by me meal sitting on the table, or making it's way towards the table. We sit at the table as a family almost nightly to eat dinner and we are having lot's of quality time. We go to church weekly because we want to not because we have to and that is a huge change and in my opinion a change for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken some time to adjust and the kids are still taking time to adjust and we are all learning new things in a new land. I am hoping to eventually make some friends so I can become human again and not just Mom and wife but until then I am enjoying life. Maybe one doesn't need friends (close by at least) to always go out with and enjoy time with. I am lucky I have wonderful friends I keep in touch with online and on the phone and that I wouldn't change for the world. So there is my update I am out here and hopefully will be blogging again. At least until football/cheerleading start's then I hear my life will be pretty consumed with that. Anyone left here please say hi, leave a link. Remind me if I do have any follower's left. If not oh well at least I have these wonderful memorie's to look back on and make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7291768938235839999?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7291768938235839999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7291768938235839999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7291768938235839999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7291768938235839999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Hello is anyone out there?'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2401449788745943708</id><published>2010-02-13T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:24:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late oh whatever</title><content type='html'>So I missed another my Husband rocks week. This week it is not because we are fighting or he doesnt rock I am just overwhelmed and have been even worse about blogging then before. I am trying to get all my eggs in a row so they can hatch right, although I know they wont hatch in proper order I have faith they will hatch when they are suposed to be it now or later. We have been looking into different condo's and townhomes (which are also considered condo's, who knew not me), and it seems we may actually be able to own something. I booked my tickets and I am going down alone and I have decided to stay a week because I can and I figure a week away from the kids will make us miss eachother so much that they may be good for a day or two when I get back. Hubby is staying behind working, taking care of the animals and the kids. My Mother will be helping him along so that is why I can stay that much longer. First few days I will be in the business of living arrangement's, we are looking into short sale's so I believe we will be living elsewhere until it goes through and then we will move into our place. I am extremely hopeful everything will work out. I am also looking for a second car since Hubby's now has no A/C and that just will not do in Florida, so we have decided it may be best for me to get a three row vehicle, not sure of minivan or truck we shall see but either way I want to fit comfortably. I also just keep making a mental list of all I need to do when we get there as far as car insurance and registration and such and then schooling for the kids and church and then schooling for me. I cant wait to embark on this new journey and as the time get's closer and I get more stressed out I also get calmer. I have already planned my going away party as well as I have been told people want to get together, so let's make it a big sendoff. That's what is going on in this neck of the woods how about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2401449788745943708?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2401449788745943708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2401449788745943708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2401449788745943708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2401449788745943708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-late-oh-whatever.html' title='Better late oh whatever'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-515041935794093556</id><published>2010-02-11T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:32:44.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Very Much mixed with Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3OSq31kKWI/AAAAAAAAApE/000nVc8pmVc/s1600-h/thedailydribbles.blogspot.com" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3OSq31kKWI/AAAAAAAAApE/000nVc8pmVc/s320/thedailydribbles.blogspot.com" /&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;This week I am linking up with &lt;a href="http://thedailydribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;KMama&lt;/a&gt; and also putting a twist by doing thirteen things I am ever so thankful for this week. Needless to say Thank You very much is an awesome therapy session for free that KMama hosts and is awesome for doing so especially when I have thirteen things to thank people for. This is gonna be a good one. &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;- Hubby's work... thank you very much for letting us know last Wednesday he would have a phone interview on Friday and giving him so much time to prepare. &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;- Hubby's new DM(district manager) thank you very much for letting us know Monday hubby would be needed by March 15th in Florida when we have never been to the area.&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;-Hubby's current DM thank you very much for being confused and not keeping up with things. &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;-Hubby's current GM (general manager) thanks so much for not letting current DM know we had flight, hotel and rental car plans to go to Florida to visit said area and instead letting him know you would be going away that same week. Seriously thanks because now hubby can not go with me and I am going on my own. &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;- Hubby's current DM thanks even more for not allowing him to have a day off before we go and also being confused and keeping him on the schedule in NY until March 14th.&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;-Hubby's current DM thank you even more since my kids are now disenrolled from school and dance and now I need to re-register them and pay for even longer. Wait I guess you think you are doing me a favor saving us money on DH's plane ticket so instead it can go towards school and dance. Yeah right thank you very much.&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;-Realty lady (the first psycho), thank you so much for listening to our budget and our needs and contacts me with property almost double our price range with not enough bedroom's. Seriously thanks a lot.&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;-Snow thank you so much for giving us this day off and snowing us in which now means my kids have no school again tomorrow I mean I asked for it but now Hubby has work and the kids have off and I am going to go insane.&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;-Dance school owner;'s daughter, thank you so much for being a biatch and me being glad I dont have to deal with you any longer. I mean seriously all you are worried about is the money not even batting an eye when I tell you we are leaving after being loyal customers for almost 7 years you dont even seem like you will miss us in the least. Thanks way to make us feel great.&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;-Dance school owner's daughter, thank you so very much for saying in front of my daughter to her dance teacher, oh by the way you are losing one gaining another while pointing at my daughter and a new girl, I mean could you have made her feel any better.&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;-Dear Principal at the current school, thank you so much for the look that boggled my mind and left me with not a clue if that was a dirty look or just your wonderful face. Wont be missing you either.&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;-Agh Dear Friend, thank you so much for the drunken call you will miss me and we are such wonderful people. I love you too but next time call me sober please. &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;-Dear Snow, thank you so much for being so wet and icky that I could notbring the kids out in you to play, our only hope is that tomorrow it will be cold enough to make you nicer then slush.&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 must honestly say thank you very much to Big Boy's dance teacher, you made me cry like a baby and probably will weekly till we leave but I truly do appreciate that you showed heart and love for my boy when you found out he was leaving. You have made him love dance and truly inspired him to be better, you are an amazing man an amazing teacher and an amazing dancer who is not only amazing in all those ways but also amazing compassionate. Thank for the kewl Ed Hardy inspired shades as well and the tearing up which made me cry along with the huge hug for Big Boy. I truly love you for inspiring him to be the amazing hip-hop dancer he is and standing up proud to say and what I dance, it makes me proud to see how hard he works and loves dance. Thank you, you are the BEST DANCE TEACHER ever how will I ever find another like you.&amp;nbsp; BTW just to let all of you fellow blogger's know, he has also been on America's Best Dance Crew, America's Got Talent and choreographed many performances for MTV shows and artist's&amp;nbsp;amongst many other's you are just amazing and I can not say that enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4394772866099132124-515041935794093556?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/515041935794093556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=515041935794093556' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/515041935794093556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/515041935794093556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-very-much-mixed-with-thirteen.html' title='Thank You Very Much mixed with Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3OSq31kKWI/AAAAAAAAApE/000nVc8pmVc/s72-c/thedailydribbles.blogspot.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8303548473865422244</id><published>2010-02-09T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:54:41.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It Note Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Head on ove rto &lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;SupahMommy&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy Post It Note Tuesday! It is just so much fun. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3F21vuFR5I/AAAAAAAAAoE/50nVGsN4rKg/s1600-h/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3F21vuFR5I/AAAAAAAAAoE/50nVGsN4rKg/s320/1.png" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3F22dr8knI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5GIPUqiK7gQ/s1600-h/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3F22dr8knI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5GIPUqiK7gQ/s320/2.png" /&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; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3Fsqg-b1jI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QAISoIwaaD8/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3Fsqg-b1jI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QAISoIwaaD8/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; to check out more not me Monday's.&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;So this week has not been super overwhleming and frustrating and I have not been a huge ball of emotion. Nope not me I mean moving in 4 weeks to an unchartered land is not at all stressful or overwhelming.&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 have not forgotten to post a Not Me Monday in a few weeks. I love blog and I would never miss posting at any chance I get.&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 have not found out we can get a mortgage only to find out realtor's will try to up your price. Do they purposely try to force you out on the street or do they think you are telling them a low ball number because seriously people I told her my number and needs and she did not find anything in either range.&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 did not consider letting my husband move and me staying behind until the summer for the kids to finish school. I know the kids would drive me insane and would go completely bonkers without Daddy being around.&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1856355554137406905?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1856355554137406905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1856355554137406905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1856355554137406905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1856355554137406905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S3Fsqg-b1jI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QAISoIwaaD8/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3680993050897718440</id><published>2010-02-07T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:19:20.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know how Dorothy felt......</title><content type='html'>I wish I could blaqme this reason for not posting but I cant. So here I am and posting and letting everyone know what is going on. So Wednesday or Maybe Thursday Hubby get's a call at work telling him he has an interview with the district manager of his company in Florida (we are in NY looking to transfer down there) Friday. OK no problem just a call and telephone interview. I had volunteering to do so I was going to the kids school and told Hubby to call me as soon as he could. I was so anxious and excited and nervous for him. Hubby then calls me an hour or so late and tells me the district manager (DM) told him to call the General Manager (GM) of a specific location that night. OK no problem but we didn't think we were going to that location and still need do more investigating and get to the area to see what is what. But whatever here we are and we are going to work it through. After Hubby and I get off the phone the DM calls again and offer's him a salary. Hubby calls and tells me and we discuss some more, only kink they need him by March 1st or April 1st. OK tiny freak out. I am upset the kids cant finish the school year or dance recital's and competition's or even Communion for Big Boy. Aghhhhhh! So fast foward to Saturday. The DM in Florida contacts Hubby's DM here and asl's if March 15th is good. Hubby still has not spoken to the DM in Florida but oh my goodness people March 15th is in 5 weeks. I have a lot to start doing to have us out of here by March 15th. Freaking out just a bit, lot's of tears by me umm&amp;nbsp; yeah. I am nervous and we are moving to a new state with new people and our closest family when we move down there will be 4 1/2&amp;nbsp;hours away. I know it is possible but this is one of those times I need to put on my big girl pants and get things together. So there is why I have not been on the blog the last few days and why you problably will not see me much over the next 5 or so weeks. Any tips advice anything? I have never done a move bigger than across the street let alone across the east coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3680993050897718440?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3680993050897718440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3680993050897718440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3680993050897718440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3680993050897718440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-i-know-how-dorothy-felt.html' title='Now I know how Dorothy felt......'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-630235293080065594</id><published>2010-02-04T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:01:48.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>1. I am still fighting with Dh and it is irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;2. We just cant talk things out without fighting more.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think I need a 12 step program from facebook.&lt;br /&gt;4. Obsession is not even the start of the word.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been reading all week and I am really enjoying My Sister's Keeper which is the book I am reading. &lt;br /&gt;6. I dont want to cry while reading it though.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have been reading as I volunteer at the kids school.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hubby has an interview tomorrow morning on the phone with the center in Tampa.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tampa is the last place I want to move but at least it is close to New Port Richey where my best friend is.&lt;br /&gt;10. I must give up my dreams of my 4 bedroom 3 bathroom apartment. &lt;br /&gt;11. Ugh such as life.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hope for some reason's that we have to move soon and for other reason's that we can wait till the kids end school.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am scared DD's school will hold her back and she will not be able to go into 5th grade when we move and I would honestly be upset so moving could be a positive thing for her. She is ADHD and in a school that doesn't provide what she needs, hence the failing because she cant be rushed and they rush along. Ugh see why I want to move NOW. But they are both in dance and I would hate to see them move and not be able to join in their recital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-630235293080065594?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/630235293080065594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=630235293080065594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/630235293080065594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/630235293080065594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8568787559116610742</id><published>2010-02-03T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:01:09.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for Me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S2niuDGVSFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VyUHFanGMdk/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S2niuDGVSFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VyUHFanGMdk/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&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;For more Works for me wednesday's head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;we are THAT family&lt;/a&gt;. You never know you may find a useful tip or two I&amp;nbsp; know I always do. &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;This week I again had to think long and hard you know this can get difficult. Then I thought about what I have been doing all week. Volunteering at my kids school. Yes that works for me it get's me up and out of the house early but it also makes my housework lag. Tomorrow is the first morning this week I will be home and able to do my laundry. I must say for me being a stay at home Mom works. I can wake up and unload and reload the dishwasher, start laundry, get dinner together, take a shower do my hair and look human and still have time for me. I guess it is simple then what works for me in being a stay at home Mom. I know this does not work for everyone be it financial or just the need to get out. I am learning day by day that I need to get out of my home as well which is why volunteering at the kids school also works for me. I am home in the afternoons for homework, studying and life and during the day I can do what needs to be done without taking time away from them. Ugh what could truly work for me would be to find a job like I had where I only work when the kids are in school and am home in the morning to bring them and the afternoon to pick them up. Dont you wish there were more Mommy tailored jobs? Have you ever had one? What works for you with chores, work, adult interaction time? I am always amazed at woman who are single Moms or working Moms and can find time to get it all done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8568787559116610742?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8568787559116610742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8568787559116610742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8568787559116610742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8568787559116610742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/02/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works for Me Wednesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S2niuDGVSFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/VyUHFanGMdk/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4271861606417345134</id><published>2010-02-02T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:00:17.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It Note Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more Post it Note Tuesday's head on over to &lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supah's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog and check them out. 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Do you iron your sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope never, I have never even thought of it to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dream car is....?&lt;br /&gt;1964 1/2 Mustang or a Ford f-150 extended cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have an innie or an outie belly button?&lt;br /&gt;Innie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What meal do you look forward to the most..breakfast, lunch, or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite mascara?&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a favorite as I do not wear mascara often and when I do it usually bother's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you say your decorating style is..traditional, modern, eclectic, country, french country, shabby chic, etc..?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Ikea catalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;yes I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate the smell of...?&lt;br /&gt;stinky feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3297332150134620181?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3297332150134620181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3297332150134620181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3297332150134620181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3297332150134620181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3640683813728909946</id><published>2010-01-29T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:42:31.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to jump on the blog hop wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin Blog Hop --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com/blog_hop.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyBlogHop160.jpg" alt="MckLinky Blog Hop" width="160" height="52" border="0" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_bloghop_public.asp?id=15638" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3640683813728909946?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3640683813728909946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3640683813728909946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3640683813728909946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3640683813728909946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-jump-on-blog-hop-wagon.html' title='Trying to jump on the blog hop wagon'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5958544277844406378</id><published>2010-01-29T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:38:50.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No MHR this week</title><content type='html'>Instead a post just to say I need prayers and thoughts today. It could be a very big and scary day for us. We have someplace important to go and I hope all goes well for us. We are making a huge step which will help us in moving foward with our lives. Sadly both kids will be home with my Mom instead of in school so no celebrating if all goes well but at least we will have the drive home nice and quiet. Here's to hoping to good things to come and even if they dont, well it is all in his plan and I must just continue to remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5958544277844406378?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5958544277844406378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5958544277844406378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5958544277844406378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5958544277844406378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-mhr-this-week.html' title='No MHR this week'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-382674510999764352</id><published>2010-01-28T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:41:33.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things children do...</title><content type='html'>Wow is all I can say. I just have to share. Big Girl came home from school today telling me some girl from her school was appearing on TV tonight at 7:30. She gave money to Haiti instead of having a birthday party. My oh my doesn;t that make me want to cry. How sweet of this 6th grader for sharing her money for other's more needy then herself. She said she lost her Grandmother long before she could remember and after that she felt the need to help other's She donated $5,000 to the tsunami years ago as well. Now she donated $600 to haiti instead of having a birthday party. She also stated she wanted to be a sister you know a Nun but she decided against it and now want's to be a writer. I think her story is amazing and it truly teaches me something. I truly hope that I can one day have money to share for my children to learn humility and to help those less fortunate them ourselves. Until then let me go coral them as they try to kill eachother over bedtime. Ugh maybe one day I can say my children not only want to help other's but also help eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-382674510999764352?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/382674510999764352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=382674510999764352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/382674510999764352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/382674510999764352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-children-do.html' title='The things children do...'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2797756869816486701</id><published>2010-01-28T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:56:20.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>Just my weekly random rambling. This week I made notes in my iPhone just for this post. See I am organizing well togather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my iPhone because it keeps me even more organized. It is worth every penny we paid for it and continue to pay monthly. I am obsessed and saddened that I did not get one sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are still looking for places to move. The state is Florida the location is still yet to be determined but Ocala has an apartment I fell in love with. well mainly the price and the rooms and ugh I just love it. Four bedroom, three baths dining room living room but no patio/balcony. Ugh some things are just not meant to be. The mast bedroom has it's own bathroom and then one of the other bedrooms has it's own bathroom. Right up my alley and I am sure Big Girl will be thrilled once she learns that will be her room and her bathroom. Oh how I always wanted a bathroom of my own when I was younger, imagine being a teen putting on my make-up. Taking a showr and staying in my bathrobe and not having to run through the apartment. Ugh the joys and the dreams. See sometimes making something happen for your kids that you always wanted isn't all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have not smoked going on day 2. Woohoo sadly I have no quit I just HATE smoking in the apartment so no smoking for me. I have something to do tomorrow that will stress me out and I am sure tomorrow I will be a smoker again. I just hate the smell and the addiction. I like to be in control of what I do and smoking is something I want to quit so badly but I love to do it. Sadly I dont love the smell, the cost, the thught or anything else just enjoy the act of it. does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nightmare's again. I had another bad dream and I woke up and scrambled for the phone to record what it was and then I fell back asleep instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A different dream which was not a nightmare although it pissed me off enough to wake up and punch Hubby in his back because how dare he. Poor man getting beat up over my dreams. So the dream must now be told. We were staying at some couples house (I dont know who this is a 7 second dream people) for some reason. It seemed Hubby had an appointment he needed to go to. Well the couple had to drive us. We all get in the car with the couple two kids. Then he couple stop because they need their dog. We are already late and it is irritating me. I dont like being late! For some reason we all get out of the car to get the dog. OK dog gotten and now some other kids (which I think were mine... no faces in my dreams for some reason) come up to us about staying and playing in the pool/ splash pad area which was right next to the house. (See what I get for all this apartment hunting all these amenities in my dreams LOL). So we get back in the car with the other two children and are about to leave. As we are walking to the car I make a statement about how much I hate that we are now late and how men make everything worse and why did her husband need to bring the dog when we are already running late. Well the wife flips on me about me being ungrateful and complaning about her husband and how dare I when they are doing us a favor. Her husband is now in the trunk of the car doing whatever and wasting even more time. It is now 15 minutes passed appointment time. I ask so how long to get where we are going and was told by the husband an hour. I freakd are you kidding me and you sat here playing games knowing what time the appointment was and were completely incosiderate. Well the wife and I had it out. I got out of the car and left. Hubby on the other hand kept his mouth shut, did not stand up for me and went with the couple to the appointment. OK I know sounds completely stupid but it pissed me off that Hubby did not stand up for me. I hit him out of frustration and then woke him and asked him if he would ever do that to me. Of course he said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ha now move on to Saturday, we had a birthday party of a friend. Hubby had to works o he met us there. Well he had his car which has the bikes in it since our storage room is shut down for a couple of weeks. After bowling Hubby tells me he has his car and he is going to drive home his friend since he is exhausted. Seriously are you kidding me, I dont want to walk home with the girls I want to go home with my husband and how darn rude. My friend then says sorry&amp;nbsp;I asked him to. She wanted her husband driven home so he would go to sleep and she could go out. OK no problem but man oh man did it just prove, ugh yes Hubby would go with friends over me. Dream came true, in some weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hubby and I have been fighting over dumb things. It has kept me in a bad mood. I am sick of being petty and I want to work things out but lately nerves have gotten the best of us. I think it is the stress of the move and the possible work transfer and the kids and school and lack of money and a whole bunch of added stress. I just dontunderstand why some couples fight when they should be growing stronger and on eachother's sides during this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV....&lt;br /&gt;8. The bachelor I have never watched it before this season but way to go Jake. I definitely think it is awesome he is kicking girls off left and right. I think it is awesome because if he knows they are not the one why keep them away from their lives and homes when you can send them home and stop living a dream. I honestly love the drama and watching this. I just dont understand how so many woman could want to vie for this man and how they think they can fall in love in a couple of months and then get engaged and live happily ever after. Oh wait we had one of those quick whirlwind dating/engagement/wedding's, but seriously look now we s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2797756869816486701?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2797756869816486701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2797756869816486701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2797756869816486701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2797756869816486701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/thirteen-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6675214317495518791</id><published>2010-01-27T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:15:32.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WFMW- My flat iron comb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1_KB9_PoTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xV7EX2by7QM/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1_KB9_PoTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xV7EX2by7QM/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to visit &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt; and see what works for other's on this Wednesday. &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;This week I have something simple to share that works wonders for me and my hair. When I was in cosmetology school ot so long ago a classmate shared her biggest secret. A flat iron comb. I saw it and laughed seriously that is some magical secret give me a break. Then all the girls wanted one and spent $15 on them. Ok they are all nuts. I just kept laughing at all of them. Fast foward to the huge beauty show. I found the flat iron comb for $5. To good to pass up. I didn't want it or need it but sure why nmot go for it. I bought it and that was that wasted money. well fast foward to a year later. It is my saviour I would spend $15 to replace it (if truly necessary but I wouldnt because I can get one for $5 people). It is awesome and it makes doing my hair second a day. Literally like days like today when Big Boy stays home with a fever and nothing more. i thought we only were going to get Big Girl from the bus stop. Then Big Boy decides he NEEDS to go to dance. Umm my hair is not done. No problem here it is my saviour my flat iron comb, it took me three seconds to straighten my hair and I was ready to walk out the door and look civil for dance and not scare the toddler's. Have I mentioned I love my flat iron brush. &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/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1_LuKkGucI/AAAAAAAAAl8/nZOmA4EhTQU/s1600-h/easyComb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1_LuKkGucI/AAAAAAAAAl8/nZOmA4EhTQU/s320/easyComb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;There it is seriously if you straighten your hair get this easy comb it is awesome!&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6675214317495518791?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6675214317495518791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6675214317495518791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6675214317495518791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6675214317495518791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/wfmw-my-flat-iron-comb.html' title='WFMW- My flat iron comb'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1_KB9_PoTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xV7EX2by7QM/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4101675055224914944</id><published>2010-01-26T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:32:58.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It notes Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-18-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so much fun last week that I just had to join in again. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S180vUflG9I/AAAAAAAAAls/FZUoMnCfL-8/s1600-h/15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S180vUflG9I/AAAAAAAAAls/FZUoMnCfL-8/s320/15.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So there you have it, Post It Notes Tuesday oh so much fun and now I wait a week to figure out what else I would love to say on my post it's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4101675055224914944?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4101675055224914944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4101675055224914944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4101675055224914944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4101675055224914944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-it-notes-tuesday_26.html' title='Post It notes Tuesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S18z6XhUAmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3cF60DuKn3Q/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8452171690959445762</id><published>2010-01-25T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:24:53.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Rocks</title><content type='html'>Well as in the previous post I have said we are fighting a lot. This week my husband rocks because he put's up with me just as I put up with him. I guess that is a reason to rock. Ten years later we are still together and we still love eachother and we have beat all odds. It is a short post as this needs no more explaining in my eyes. We work through the rough times, enjoy the good times and we stand strong to the vows we took. We may be going through a rough moment but I know this too shall pass and we will only be that much stronger afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8452171690959445762?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8452171690959445762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8452171690959445762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8452171690959445762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8452171690959445762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-husband-rocks.html' title='My Husband Rocks'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2529584070441855443</id><published>2010-01-25T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:01:19.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Thirteen</title><content type='html'>This week instead of thirteen random things on my mind I am going to do thirteen random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I go back and forth between short and long hair. I always cut it short only to want it long again I go through this process every 5 or so years and as I get older my hair goes shorter each time. In October 2008 while in beauty school my hair was chopped off to the length of.... Jamie Lee Curtis's in that activia commercial. Way to short for me. Next time it will not go that short it is over a year later and I am still trying to acheive a cute hairstyle with no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hole grudges and hold things in more and more as I get older. I used to be a harsh biatch who would say anything on my mind no matter who it hurt. I was a kid I didn't know better. I lost a lot of friends that way and honestly I still dont care but now a days I guess I do care and I care so much that I hold things in and am scared to say anything to my friends if I think it may hurt their feelings. It is pathetic because then I get mad and explode and not necessarily on the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My husband and I have been fighting a lot. I keep reminding myself i9t could be so much worse but I also think of how much better it could be. I try to sta calm and hold things in but I may just explode. I dont know how much I can handle and I dont want to share with friends or family because I dont want to be judged so there I said it, my husband and I are not getitng a long lately at all. But the worst part he thinks it is OK to act the way he has been acting and he see's no wrong on his end. Even worse I dont see where I am wrong so maybe I need to start realizing where I am wrong and just let it go and move on and work towards making things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want another baby or maybe I should say&amp;nbsp;I wanted another baby. We have not become pregnant which could be part of the problem but I refuse to make it the solution. But we have been trying since May 2009 to get pregnant we even tried clomid for 1 month yes only 1 because if it is meant to be it will be and I am not using any medication to force it to work. I am done trying but still have it on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We are aggressively looking to move by July 2010 to Florida. It is a hard transition for all of us and I am researching as best as I can. I am aggrivated a lot by Hubby not helping in this search and his lack of concern for our future which is coming so much faster then he realizes. I just keep hoping and praying things work out and keep reminding myself what is meant to be will be. Now to just put those words into play in lifw would be so much better than just saying them. I need to do what I want to do about this move and I cant force hubby to partake in the search or anything else till he is ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is a huge year for us. We will be amrried 10 years, Big Girl will be turning 10 and I will be turning 30! I cant wait for this next year I think it will be awesome. I am so happy to be able to say I made it to 10 years with hubby because it has been a long hard road and we made it through. We grew a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still dont know what I want to be when I grow up. I went to scvhool for cosmetology and I think it is an awesome career but I dont know if I want to do it for the rest of my life. Sometimes I feel lost on this road of life and I feel I NEED to figure it out. I am trying to learn to let it go but when people make the comment of oh you are still home all day while the kids are in school. What do you do? How do you afford to live on one income in a two income world. I just keep reminding myself opinions are like a-holes and my husband and I have decided to live on one income bcause we want to raise our kids and nobody else. Yes it is hard and we struggle but we also have a lot to be grateful for and when I can be home with my kids I am grateful for all hubby does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hmm this is hard..... I am 5' 2" and the shortest of all my friends. Even my friends siblings who are in their teems have outgrown me. I am only taller then a few people in my life and most are under 10. Hubby has a short family as well so I wonder is poor Big Boy destined to be tiny forever. He really is small like in second grade the size of a kinder kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have always been extremely thin. So much so that people thought I was anorexic or bulemic when&amp;nbsp;I was growing up. It was horrible constantly being teased for being so thin. Now as I get older I am finally gaining weight and it is all going to my mid section. Dont get me wrong I still weigh less than your average teen but people are now wondering hmmmm is she expecting. Ummm no I gained an ounce thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;I TRY not to judge other's because I hate being judged. I think it is wrong for anyone to judge another and I HATE when I hear my children judging other's we are not God or any better than anyone else to judge them or their lifestyle. I sometimes find myself questioning and talking though and it pains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love shoes, mainly boots. I am a complete boot a holic. I own more then I can wear ina&amp;nbsp; week and when we move to Florida I dont think my fur knee high boots are going to be needed, but I love boots so much I dont care and will find a place to wear them even if it is just for a costume party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am a facebook addict, there I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am also a reality TV addict it is pathetic and each year I add more and more to my roster of horrific TV. I cant help it. I will not judge but I will watch from my home and see the drama in other's lives. Is that bad? Oh well it is one of my guilty pleasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2529584070441855443?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2529584070441855443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2529584070441855443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2529584070441855443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2529584070441855443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursdays-thirteen_25.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2269719115582059574</id><published>2010-01-20T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:27:09.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WFMW Practice what you preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1afyIOl6yI/AAAAAAAAAic/mgpqIE4inSM/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1afyIOl6yI/AAAAAAAAAic/mgpqIE4inSM/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more works for me Wednesday head on over to visit &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;. I love getting useful ideas from the wonderful ladies who join in.&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;For this week I had to think long and hard and then it hit me. Take your own advice. OK this may seem simple to some or maybe even very difficult but I am starting to realize I need to sit down shut up and take my own advice. Practice what I preach. Just fartin(got that one from Big Girl, nipped it in the bud as well none of that I know what you are trying to say....) shut up and listen to myself. I mean I talk enough that for darn sure. &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;First things first, be a better listener. OK listen listen listen all I hear are cricket's but I am listening.&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;Stop cursing as much, OK no problem drunken sailor stay away. Hence farting and darn.&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;Dont yell at the kids OH MY GOODNESS did you seriously just spill the whole gallon of milk. My sweet boy I meant to say are your&amp;nbsp;all wet go change and come back and clean. Darn it boy where did you go come back and clean.... I mean sweetheart please come clean this mess you made. NOW YES I SAID NOW. Ok I cave I cant yell any longer I will just do it myself.&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;Speaking&amp;nbsp; to a friend we decided cleaning when we see the mess is a great idea. Ugh great idea yes I know but darn it who cleans what they see that second, oh you mean most people do. Well I dont but now that my friend and I discussed it I do, and I resent having to listen because then I have to listen to myself ugh cleaning is hard work. &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;Just stay calm and relaxed! Plain and simple I can live longer if I stay calm and relaxed it is just life and it will go on and this too shall pass.&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;So this is what works for me. What works for you? Head on over check out more and join in on the fun because what works for one may work for many. &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/4394772866099132124-2269719115582059574?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2269719115582059574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2269719115582059574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2269719115582059574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2269719115582059574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/wfmw-practice-what-you-preach.html' title='WFMW Practice what you preach'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1afyIOl6yI/AAAAAAAAAic/mgpqIE4inSM/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4034468055695877643</id><published>2010-01-19T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:32:48.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It Notes Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-18-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;For more Post It Note Tuesday's go check out &lt;a href="http://www.supahmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;SupahMommy!&lt;/a&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;Now to try for my first Post It Note Tuesday! I am so excited and if I cn figure this out anyone can. &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;&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/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1Xc_O4KEvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/BfcEpe6tZI4/s1600-h/superstickies%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1Xc_O4KEvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/BfcEpe6tZI4/s320/superstickies%5B1%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously I said please!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdZeqLmGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGrYNKT4RrA/s1600-h/superstickies%5B1%5D+(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdZeqLmGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGrYNKT4RrA/s320/superstickies%5B1%5D+(2).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdbOXTt-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/OpZMQg27aqk/s1600-h/superstickies%5B1%5D+(3).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdbOXTt-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/OpZMQg27aqk/s320/superstickies%5B1%5D+(3).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdcuenIzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/M7b8UiJhgks/s1600-h/superstickies%5B2%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1XdcuenIzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/M7b8UiJhgks/s320/superstickies%5B2%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK took a few seconds but I figured it out. Now go to &lt;a href="http://www.supahmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;SupahMommy&lt;/a&gt; and check out more. This was my test and it worked next week I hope to give you even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4034468055695877643?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4034468055695877643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4034468055695877643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4034468055695877643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4034468055695877643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-it-notes-tuesday.html' title='Post It Notes Tuesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1Xc_O4KEvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/BfcEpe6tZI4/s72-c/superstickies%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-9005775299873473775</id><published>2010-01-18T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:28:24.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ME Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RuZQMsvzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xcwTpceXeU4/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RuZQMsvzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xcwTpceXeU4/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; for more not me Monday's I am sure you will find a ton that give you a good chuckle or make you feel good and know you are not alone with what you have not done this week. &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: left;"&gt;This week I did not yell at all. I aimed to not yell in 2010 and come on now let's be honest, I have children who are angels so why would I need to yell. Besides the friendly doctor gave me some good stuff to help with my non existant anxiety issues so no yelling here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also did not call Big Girl's doctor almost daily. I mean the man is on vacation for two weeks and we have everything we need so why only 4 pills left and my calling like a lunatic with him on vacation for two weeks now. I mean I dealt with DD and her ADHD and ODD before med's and although the med's calm her completely I do not want her o continue them so I dont continue to yell and be stressed. OK I swear not as bad as it sounds, she hate's taking the med's but she loves how she is calmer and can concentrate while on them. Oh to be in her brain for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not regret getting my furbaby's because I love them more than anything even at 8 a.m. on a vacation day while they are freaking out to get out of the crate and play. I mean come on now, my own kids are old enough to entertain themselves and furbaby's waking me is not a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not tell my kid's to wait for me on numerous occassion's because what wonderful Mother would do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In that case I definitely did not tell hubby to wait and never remember to get back to him. I also did not continue a fight, in which we never resolved the issues but moved on since we know it is just a reoccuring issue we BOTH may need to just learn to deal with for now and move on to improve our marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4394772866099132124-9005775299873473775?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/9005775299873473775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=9005775299873473775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9005775299873473775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9005775299873473775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday_18.html' title='Not ME Monday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RuZQMsvzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xcwTpceXeU4/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6156563889363370108</id><published>2010-01-18T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:21:06.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Child Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RtS3p6wbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YbwbgDfxmdU/s1600-h/NotMyChildMonday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RtS3p6wbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YbwbgDfxmdU/s320/NotMyChildMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For more "not MY child" Monday's head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; and join in with other's. I am sure MckMama is not doing a not my child or a not me Monday as she is Mckcruising. I hope she is having a wonderful time with her hubby and other bloggers, friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week things my children definitely did not do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl&amp;nbsp;did not throw a fit because&amp;nbsp; she felt like it. No other reason at all she just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boy&amp;nbsp;definitely did not fight me on his one chore complaining that he has soooooo much to do I mean come on 1 chore is nothing even a 2 year old can handly one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boy did not brag because he got an A+ on multiple tests. I mean we are all thrilled and proud and all but bragging would just be wrong especially when not everyone is so fortunate to bring home those high marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl did not get envious because her test score that day was not an A+ I mean of course my children are raised to be thrilled for other's even when we are feeling a bit down about ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow pretty simple my kids did not do only a few things this week, or at least this is all I remember of this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6156563889363370108?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6156563889363370108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6156563889363370108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6156563889363370108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6156563889363370108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-my-child-monday.html' title='Not My Child Monday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1RtS3p6wbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YbwbgDfxmdU/s72-c/NotMyChildMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2202809135935397420</id><published>2010-01-15T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:43:37.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MHR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1E09uWt1CI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jVSEhzhAZOs/s1600-h/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1E09uWt1CI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jVSEhzhAZOs/s320/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;For more my husband rocks Friday's head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.honestandlasting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy-Lin&lt;/a&gt; and join in on the fun. &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: left;"&gt;So every week I think all week what has my husband done this week that makes his rock. I mean he is an awesome supporter and Dad and husband and just an all around great guy. To pinpoint one thing each week shouldn't be hard but honestly it is, I mean he does his normal day to day things and he does them well. He helps out around the house and he does things with the kids and he stays home with the kids for me to go out and sometimes tortures himself and even joins me when I go out. So what can I tell you when I write a blog about my husband rocks. I tell you he just does, because seriously he just rocks. He rocks out on rockband with me and the kids, even to guitar hero when we had it. He cooks and cleans and even when I am the best housewife I can possibly be he still comes home and does something just because he lives here and he too want's to be a part of our home. So for all those reasons my husband rocks. my husband rocks because he is my husband and come on let's be honest who would marry a man or even woman for that matter who they dont love and they dont think rocks. What would be the point in that?&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/4394772866099132124-2202809135935397420?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2202809135935397420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2202809135935397420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2202809135935397420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2202809135935397420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/mhr.html' title='MHR'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1E09uWt1CI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jVSEhzhAZOs/s72-c/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2567007306502217847</id><published>2010-01-14T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:02:32.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday'sThirteen</title><content type='html'>1. Not being able to fall asleep early stinks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up early after a night of not being able to go to sleep early makes for a rough morning and a even more jumbled blog post.&lt;br /&gt;3. My husband is the best.&lt;br /&gt;4. His job is not, but it is a job and I am grateful he has a job to be able to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;5. The iPhone is the best invention ever made, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;6. OK maybe not ever but it is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7. Moving is difficult especially when you are planning that move out of state.&lt;br /&gt;8. A clean un-cluttered home makes for a clean un-cluttered mind, at least in my home. &lt;br /&gt;9. I love being a housewife, I can;t stress this enough. When I get into my groove I love it even more. &lt;br /&gt;10. I love being a out of home worker as well and if I could mesh both I would because there is nothing better then being able to mesh home, work, family and friends it is the best cure for many illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;11. Grey's Anatomy is finally back.&lt;br /&gt;12. Betty on Ugly Betty started a blog. How awesome is that for those who watch.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am a blogging Mommy not a Mommy blogger. I dont do this to get my creative juices flowing, I do this because I love to journal. I am depressed and I have issues (I mean dont we all) and my blog helps to keep me sane. I love coming here and writing things down it makes a bad situation seem so irrelevant and it makes a great situation a memory that this blog will always preserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2567007306502217847?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2567007306502217847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2567007306502217847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2567007306502217847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2567007306502217847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursdaysthirteen.html' title='Thursday&apos;sThirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2140262836082444084</id><published>2010-01-13T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:38:28.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Works For Me Wednesday- Menu Planning Sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S05mGSBdrqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Gxme_XpBIz8/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S05mGSBdrqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Gxme_XpBIz8/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Run on over to &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;Kristen &lt;/a&gt;to see more Works for Me Wednesday and what works for others. &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: left;"&gt;What works for me nice and simple and something everyone probably already does. Menu planning. Not just day by day menu planning but actually writing down all that you make and buying things accordingly and then deciding the day before hmmmm what do we want for dinner tomorrow. I am not one for decided we are going to have A on Monday and B on Tuesday and so on and so on. What if I want C on Friday and A next Sunday I can do it because I still have all I need and I just make it when we are in the mood. Like tomorrow will be French Dips with Au Jus and french fries, or maybe posta pronto italiano who knows I dont but I will make something tomorrow. It was one of my goals for the New Year and last week I failed miserably and this week I am doing well for now. I wont say I am perfect but it is working for me. Also when I have dinner planned the rest of the day goes so much smoother. &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;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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2140262836082444084?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2140262836082444084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2140262836082444084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2140262836082444084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2140262836082444084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-for-me-wednesday-menu-planning.html' title='Works For Me Wednesday- Menu Planning Sorta'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S05mGSBdrqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Gxme_XpBIz8/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4240657587899383407</id><published>2010-01-12T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:05:07.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday a day late and a dime short oh well</title><content type='html'>This is my not me Monday because I can.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not forget to post a not me Monday and instead doing it ona&amp;nbsp; Tuesday not me that would be lazy and forgetful and I just dont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not drag hubby out this weekend despite him not truly wanting to go. I mean hubby would willingly go anywhere with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go insan cleaning last week and since become a lazy person because I am already sick of cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat out 4 out of 7&amp;nbsp;days last week after aiming to not eat out as much in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did send hubby and Big Girl food shopping and have been cooking daily since and we will definitely be eating homecooked meals from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4240657587899383407?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4240657587899383407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4240657587899383407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4240657587899383407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4240657587899383407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday-day-late-and-dime-short.html' title='Not Me Monday a day late and a dime short oh well'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4829285536201457382</id><published>2010-01-09T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:05:41.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Is The Best</title><content type='html'>Why because I said so. Sure he pisses me off and he does tons I dont like but shoot dont we all. I know for a fact I probably piss him off twice as much but such as life and we chose to cmmit to eachother and because of that we will work through anything. We love eachother and our family and our lives, although we do not love every situation we are put through. I see a lot of blogs who say oh my husband is wonderful and never a bad word. Shoot if that were me I would be fake. I love that other's can gush about eachother but in this family we like to keep it real and we like to let eachother know when something bother's us. No we dont like to argue, disagree or even fight but we do enjoy the fact that neither of us hold things back. I am meant to be my husband's servant or so say some. Sure I will serve him, I will wash his laundry and I will stand beside him in everything he does, but if I dont like it I am also going to share that bit of info. I will not stand by and pretend that I agree with everything my husband does and neither will he with me. Can I just tell you that because of that MY Husband is the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did&amp;nbsp;I mention I also have these two beautiful brutally honest children yeah I love them too but maybe I need to reinforce when it is OK to be so brutally honest. I think they have seen some things and misinterpretted them because we do it out of love and I think my kids sometimes do it just to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to learn to be honest, with friends and loved ones and ourselves. In my opinion honesty is the best thing in the world and it builds trust. I will always try to be as honest as I can. Sometimes it is brutal but it is meant with love and hopefully those who know me know that. Those that don't I will just say sorry for you not being able to have such and honest person in your life who will let you know damn straight you butt looks big even enormous in those jeans, but c'mon now you do have a big butt. Nothing to be upset over just something to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4829285536201457382?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4829285536201457382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4829285536201457382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4829285536201457382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4829285536201457382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-husband-is-best.html' title='My Husband Is The Best'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7198150597445384775</id><published>2010-01-07T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:14:20.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Thirteen</title><content type='html'>I am a bit late, or maybe early. I tend to do this Wednesday night so I am on time for Thursday. Last night however I passed out so this morning will just have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have come to realize having&amp;nbsp;ONE true wonderful, you can tell anything to at anytime even if it might offend them friend is so much more worth it then having a million who you can't share everything with. You know like Meredith and Christina on Grey's Anatomy, your person. &lt;br /&gt;2. People gossip men do it, women do it, shoot I wouldn't be shocked if animals were doing it. It's like sex it just happens, unless you are a Nun or Preist. &lt;br /&gt;3. People love to judge. I TRY not to judge but shoot I am human I breathe and sometimes I pass judgement. I dislike when people want to judge me and when I go to judge someone else I just think do I want to be judged. I try hard not to and when gossiping to my person I must admit I tend to name name's because honestly how can you tell a story to someone you know without stating a name, you just have to you cant use person A, B and C when talking to your person.&lt;br /&gt;4. Husbands and wive's piss eachother off. That's that no explanation it is marriage and if it is not in our marriage please share your secret.&lt;br /&gt;5. Reality TV has taken over. Jersey Shore is everywhere, John and Kate Plus 8.... which I must say Kate looks awesome with her new long hair. I LOVE it. I am a huge reality TV addict. I love Biggest Loser, Celebrity Rehad, all the Housewives. American Idol has fallen off for me as has So You Think You Can Dance. I want the dirt I want the shows that I can sit and say Hell yea you are more screwed over then I could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;6. I notice whether you watch reality TV or not you are talking about Jersey Shore. Seriously everywhere a train wreck that continues to happen and you can't help but stare. &lt;br /&gt;7. I only have my children during a full school day&amp;nbsp;6 1/2 hours a day (awake at least), I need to stop getting upset, aggravated and annoyed with them being kids. I must remember kids are kids are kids. You know what for 6 1/2 hours I can deal with anything. Now the hard part actually living up to those words.&lt;br /&gt;8. For the new year I did not set resolution's why you may ask? Because when I plan I fail so instead I am aiming and so far I have not failed because I am not aiming high.&lt;br /&gt;9. I enjoy being a good housewife. I enjoy my husband leaving me facebook messages when he is home telling me how wonderful the kitchen looks when I know I did not do any work in the kitchen other then daily maintannence. WooHoo, but dont tell hubby that. I mean seriously I busted my hump in there all day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;10. I dislike laundry but I love my washer and dryer. If it wasn't for them I would go insane staring at laundry. I can't wait for the day I have enough room to get the big front loader, even though after reading some blog's maybe I should love my apartment sized washer and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love my children and my husband especially when they piss me off because that is when I need to remember why I love them.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am still obsessed with my iPhone and now even more then last week. It has tap farm and mobsters and a whole bunch of apps facebook has 'nough said.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am also obsessed with facebook, when I check for status updates and there are none I get upset and feel the need to post one or to leave facebook upset. I mean c'mon people share your life with me, what's more fun then your friend's being your reality show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is my Thursday Thirteen. I think I will need to find a way to make a pretty picture on top of my post and then maybe force some people to come visit my blog and pick up on it. Then I can get a cool McLinky and more readers and oh my goodness I could go global. If only I dream!&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7198150597445384775?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7198150597445384775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7198150597445384775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7198150597445384775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7198150597445384775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursdays-thirteen.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7952135017876834779</id><published>2010-01-06T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:20:03.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WFMW- Backwards Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0Q48tHrASI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zebSr4nABx4/s1600-h/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0Q48tHrASI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zebSr4nABx4/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more Works-For-Me Wednesday's go over and visit &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.come/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week it is backwards works for me Wednesday where Kristen want's us to ask a question and you girls to answer. So here goes nothing.&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: left;"&gt;How do you get your dog's (if you have them) to stop barking. I mean I know they are dog's they bark but my oldest bark's at every noise and there are a lot of them since we live in an apartment building. It can be troublesome. &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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7952135017876834779?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7952135017876834779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7952135017876834779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7952135017876834779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7952135017876834779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/wfmw-backwards-edition.html' title='WFMW- Backwards Edition'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0Q48tHrASI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zebSr4nABx4/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8472059197572319452</id><published>2010-01-06T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:01:34.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Yorka's</title><content type='html'>Just random thoughts for the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why does my New York Big Boy call everything Jim Bob, maybe Big Girl has him watching to much 18 and counting. I mean seriously Jim Bob and even more serious do your shoe's need names. BTW how am I to know which Jim Bob pair you want today get it straight at least name them Jr. or 1st,2nd,3rd. I mean how does George Foreman do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Big Girl randomly states "Jordan in my class asked me if I was spanish? I told him no I am Peurto Rican" LOL thought's running through my mind...very good but if you are so Peurto Rican why is your brother the epitomy of an Irish boy and you dont speak a word of Spanish. She then proceeds to tell me and then Becky said... but you can't even say&amp;nbsp;(insert spanish saying here.... I can't remember every detail people) and DD continues to say of yeah (insert same spanish word here). Again I am LOL, I said well Big Girl does Becky speak spanish and she says yeah Mom her brother's name is Antonio.&amp;nbsp;Wow that so should have told me they were a spanish speaking family.... Got to love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Big Boy is the man, sorry I had to say it. He is&amp;nbsp;in a hip hop class with all girl's &lt;strike&gt;and he hated it to begin with but wanted to stay in two classes and this was one of the only one's that had the male teacher and was on a day we could go other than the all boy's class he is in on Thursday... because you wanted all that into.&lt;/strike&gt; &amp;nbsp;and he love's it. Today I saw why. He is the &lt;strike&gt;tiny little red head who dances so amazingly well&lt;/strike&gt; man. Even the teacher's helper had to go over and rub his head and then ask him for a hug, a teenage girl, ugh where is my future going. Thank goodness he is shy around the girl he does "like" and wont even give her the time of day. Maybe He's Just Not That Into You was wrong and the guy who ignores you really does like you, at least when you are 7 1/2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Big Girl cracks me up. The other day I told her she had a big butt, sorry just a little joke in our home, we are not big butt people but she does have a big booty for a &lt;strike&gt;white&lt;/strike&gt; partially Peurto Rican girl. So I tell her Saturday night as I am getting ready that she has a big butt and what is her reply, whatareya jealous. Ugh love the New Yawk accent. I just laughed and then proceeded to steal her boots. What they matched my outfit and were oh so comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes I steal my child's clothes and then she asks to be paid, just my kids always looking for a buck. I blame this on their father he will pay them to wipe their own butt's after going to the bathroom. I love him and all but where is my cash advance?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly a conversation that has been happening a lot lately. I have to laugh and before anyone goes bashing me &lt;strike&gt;as if someone is actually reading to bash me&lt;/strike&gt; get over it and NOW or just stop reading. So Big Girl had a flip out New Year's Eve first during the day she flipped on a friend while at her house and kicked her and then proceeded to kick the other girl who was trying to hold her back, no she was not correct and I dealt with it but it happened so there is the first start. Then in the evening we went to my best friends house who happens to be the sister and Aunt of said victims. Well little sister and neice showed up and gave Big Girl the stink eye. A bad night waiting to happen so I forced Big Girl and Big Boy to leave and go home. Big Girl proceeded to kick me in the middle of the street and run home alone in the dark in the ghetto that we call home and ugh I wanted to scream. When I caught her I grabbed her hair, it's her weakness what can I say) and dragged her home I was taking control before someone got hurt. Needless to say I told Hubby the story and he flipped out that someone could call ACS on us. OK fine grabbing her hair possibly could be frowned upon but watching her get stolen, hit by a car, or continue to beat me could be deadly. Ugh why must he worry about what other's think so much. When on the phone with my friend we were discussing how everyone has a comment, Yell at the kids you are horrid, dont yell when they are doing something bad and you let them rule. Hit them or grab them when they cause physical harm to you or someone else... how unruly, do something about it and ACS could get called. My reaction is then come to my house, if you want to be beat go for it. I refuse to allow it and if ACS doesn;t understand that then sorry but she is my kid and far from abused. Ugh people and sometimes that includes Hubby just annoy me. I love him to death but he needs ot stand up to Big Girl she is not his Princess she acts out, she is human and a kid with ADHD and ODD and she abuses me. Do they have an ACS for parent's because I have quite a few bruises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough of my randomness just had to share my thought's maybe now at 2 a.m. I can go to bed and wake up at a decent hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8472059197572319452?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8472059197572319452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8472059197572319452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8472059197572319452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8472059197572319452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yorkas.html' title='New Yorka&apos;s'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6065941581410786082</id><published>2010-01-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:19:54.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50's Housewife</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I always see the beautiful pictures of the 50's or maybe even before housewife. She is dressed beautifully with her hair and makeup done and she is always smiling. Catch me in a picture I swear I will be smiling as well. Come on now let's get to the real nitty gritty. That was a posed picture and in reality maybe they were home cooking cleaning and everything else but I am sure even then they were in pj's on the kids days off when they didn;t need to leave the house and they even had a headache when their husband came home and were not always "ready" for the deed. Well here we are in 2010 (twenty ten) and&amp;nbsp; here I am a housewife, and stay at home Mom. My &lt;strike&gt;little tiny I can hardly move around in apartment &lt;/strike&gt;home is not 100% but slowly and surely I am going to get there. I plan to get into better sleeping habit's even though hubby works nights I need to learn to go to bed without him. Sure I wont get to spend as much time with him but you know what, he will then learn to wake up early and spend time with me and I will be able to get more done and not be a lazy butt all night. I started yesterday when the kids went back to school because I also plan on being more available for my kids and not telling them Mommy can't I am cleaning. I have seen many a Mom's do it and I do understand but my kids are in school from approx. 8-3 and I have all 7 hours of that to clean. Cooking is another thing and if they need me while cooking I will help them and if they dont then they can help me. I have started a plan and I am sticking to it. Yesterday was the bathroom which might I say looks amazing. Today is starting on my kitchen and by week's end my kitchen will hopefully sparkle and if not then by next week's end it will. I refuse to kill myself but I also refuse to be the 2010 housewife who does nothing. I will be proud to bring anyone over at any given moment and just need to possibly get dressed out of my pj's or house clothes. I aim to do better in 2010 and so far so good. I also plan to work out to build more muscle and hopefully gain more weiht but make it work and not just be there. So here's to 2010 and me working towards my goal. I can and will do it. I have motivation and support from a&amp;nbsp;ton of friends and if we all work together I know we will all feel like better wive's Mom's and housewive's for it. So what are your goal's or aim's for the New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6065941581410786082?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6065941581410786082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6065941581410786082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6065941581410786082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6065941581410786082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/50s-housewife.html' title='50&apos;s Housewife'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4023332003200650265</id><published>2010-01-04T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:37:17.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0H7jowww4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fp-KHDO8QYQ/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0H7jowww4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fp-KHDO8QYQ/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For more not me Monday's head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;I have a weeks worth&amp;nbsp;of catching up to do so let's see all the things I most definitely did not do over the&amp;nbsp;winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I definitely did not sleep in every chance I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not let the&amp;nbsp;apartment&amp;nbsp; get messy and slack on my housewife duties&amp;nbsp;since the kids had off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not spend days upon days in pajama's, well at least I showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not enjoy every last minute of my laziness, especially those days I did not spend in bed all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now the huge not me....... I did not tell my daughter yesterday to go get her iTouch and bring it to Grandma's. When she said no I said she had to. Then I for some reason brought Santa into the mix because my best friend and I were discussing Big Girl and her son's class (they are in class together) and spoke of the kids in class stating their is no Santa. So I asked so do you believe, I heard you too said there was no Santa. Big Girl then proceeded to tell me that sadly no Mom their is no Santa and the Elf on the Shelf does nothing I move him and even in the short week we had him I fudged on that one too. I then did&amp;nbsp;not nope definitely DID NOT proceed to say, then in that case Santa want's to see the iTouch she got you so bring the darn thing to Grandma's. OMG not me because come on now how messed up would that one be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even sadder I DID NOT get thrilled that my Big Girl does not believe in Santa anymore. Oh how I waited for this day. Now the credit can go to those that really do things, but Big Boy still believes and Big Girl know's if she ruins it Santa will give her coal and she wont test Mommy on that one. &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/4394772866099132124-4023332003200650265?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4023332003200650265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4023332003200650265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4023332003200650265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4023332003200650265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S0H7jowww4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fp-KHDO8QYQ/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8407831472775986886</id><published>2010-01-01T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:19:19.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It was a rough day and a rough night but I have rung in the New year and pray 2010 is just that much better than 2009. I made a major accomplishment not only finishing school which I started a decade before but also passing my first half of my cosmetology test. Now on to even bigger and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8407831472775986886?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8407831472775986886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8407831472775986886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8407831472775986886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8407831472775986886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2688671707184926644</id><published>2009-12-31T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:45:54.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iObsessed</title><content type='html'>I mean I am obsessed with my iPhone. I dont know why I didn't get this nifty iPhone many many years ago and just splurge a bit more then. God was that a stupid move. I am glad that we now have splurged and got the iPhone or should I say iPhone's since Hubby got one as well. All because of that darn Santa bringing Big Girl and iTouch now you can see this whole family sitting with iElectronic's playing games, loading apps and just bein completely iObsessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my obsession comes apps and I love me some apps it is better than anything I am obsessed, oh yeah I mentioned that. Well tonight my newest app is iLaugh and I just had to share the way's to annoy peopel one since I just loved it. The only thing better is Gilmore Girls (which is on in the background) and Sex and the City. But here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways to annoy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Leave the copy machine set to 99 copies, reduce 200%, extra dark, 17-inch paper.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the memo field of all your checks write "for sensual massage". (LOL I am sure this could embarass some and piss off others).&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to-go" (you may even confuse one of the workers)&lt;br /&gt;4. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up" (ummm that's a bit wasteful and may be noisy since they may squeak from the lack of water)&lt;br /&gt;5. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think"&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish all your sentences with the words 'in accordance with prophecy."&lt;br /&gt;7. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears. (oh I can't wait to do this to the kids.)&lt;br /&gt;8.Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask people what gender they are. (umm this may make people think you are stupid I know I would give a strange look)&lt;br /&gt;10. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that I typed it out iLaugh did not me meLaugh. Oh well I tried, now back to my apps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2688671707184926644?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2688671707184926644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2688671707184926644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2688671707184926644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2688671707184926644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/iobsessed.html' title='iObsessed'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8430916170654766684</id><published>2009-12-30T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:07:19.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Stubborn Holding Strong Ugh Whatever</title><content type='html'>So since my Mom went out and eloped I have no spoken to her. Call me stubborn, call me childish whatever I am pissed I was lied to. I dont care she got married seriously although I hate him whatever not a big deal. I am pissed she lied&amp;nbsp; with the whole he surprised me and did everything I just said I do BS. So I have held srong and not spoken to her but I have made her Grandchildren call her daily for one thing or another just to let her know they still love her despite of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been loving the children being off of school almost as much as I love my horrible housing not giving us any heat since for some strange reason they get to control that. Ugh have I mentioned I cant wait to move... Just another reason why. But anyway my kids have slowly driven me insane. Not even Big Girl, her med's have kicked in and even the bad days seem like simple days because the meds are working, it took a week and a lot of her fighting but it seems to be keeping her calm and focused and less ditzy so to speak. She is now at her second sleep over this week. I cant even tell you the last time she had a sleepover it may have been when she was 7 or just turned 8 (she is 9 now), she is with friends and she is having fun. She brought her cell phone because all of them got new cell phone's for Christmas. Ugh what is a 9 and one 11 year old to do without the newest coolest cell phone of their own. Ugh kid's kill me. But she has her cell phone and she is being responsible and actually answered it when I texted her and then had her call me. I am so proud. Also another huge milestone the passed couple of days despite being Sassy she has been able to do things she normally would not be able to do. Like she got an app. on her Itouch called unblock me. It is a game where you have to get the red block out by moving around the brown boxes which only go left to right OR up and down. Needless to say she has played and played and even not been able to pass some boards and guess what she just kept playing she didn't get frustrated she did flip out she just kept on going. OMG it is amazing, a week ago she would have flipped out crying screaming possibly throwing the iTouch and definitely going postal on everyone and anyone around her. But she did not she just moves on if she cant pass it, asks for help and then waits for the person to help or keeps on working on it. OMG such a proud Mommy moment. Now off to finish laundry because I refuse to start the New year with a full laundry hamper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8430916170654766684?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8430916170654766684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8430916170654766684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8430916170654766684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8430916170654766684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-stubborn-holding-strong-ugh.html' title='Being Stubborn Holding Strong Ugh Whatever'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7359018315184441212</id><published>2009-12-28T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:12:24.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SzlHXad-7OI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qVaKxKU2Xzw/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SzlHXad-7OI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qVaKxKU2Xzw/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; to see more Not Me Mondays. &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;This week is kind of a non-traditional Not Me Monday.&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;I will just share with a Not My Mom Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom did not go out and get married this morning and not tell anyone. She was not (seriously she wasn't dont get confused)&amp;nbsp;engaged before this just went and and did not get married. OK on to my own Not Me Monday.&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;I did not go out and get my daughter Ed Hardy boots, another American Girl Doll, some American Girl doll accessories and a doggie from American Girl with a few other little things for Christmas.I mean seriously who does that NOT me.&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;Santa did not get her an IPod touch after I got her all those other things I mean she is 9 come on people and IPod touch for a 9 year old nope not Santa.&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;I did not proceed to get jealous of said 9 year old and go out and get a IPhone and I definitely did not put the thought into hubbie's brain who then got one with me. I mean come on now people why would we do that. Besides even if we did we would not now be app. obsessed. OMG come on now people just how bad do you think we are allowing electronics to rule our lives. &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;We did not then look at Big Boy's pile and feel bad because he got such inexpensive gifts. I mean it is the thought not the monetary value of things. Besides he was thrilled with everything he got.&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;So that is my not me, not my mother and definitely not my hubby or kids Monday!&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/4394772866099132124-7359018315184441212?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7359018315184441212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7359018315184441212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7359018315184441212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7359018315184441212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-me-monday_28.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SzlHXad-7OI/AAAAAAAAAgc/qVaKxKU2Xzw/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6500256417603905778</id><published>2009-12-25T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:33:28.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve was an emtoional night. It was not the normal Christmas with all the presents that are normally thrown around and you know what.... It truly was an amazing Christmas Eve. I really had so much fun and it really made the kids appreciate what they got (thank goodness because Grandma sure knows how to spoil them) and they got to enjoy their family and not worry about presents all night. It was a rough day as Big Girl is still adjusting to her meds but all in all it was anabsolutely amazing night. Sadly I was seeing red for most of the day as AF came for a visit. Merry Christmas and Bah Humbug to you AF. Oh well pats of life right. Despite my pain I had an amazing night. The kids got their DSI's as did their cousin's and they all got to open their gifts of DSI's together and they all loved it. I really loved it as well, it made it so special. Right now DH just went out to get last minute stocking stuffers and I wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope you are having as great of a holiday as we are. Remember it truly isn't about the gifts but the season and the meaning behind it for me (other than the religious mumbo jumbo) is family and I love having the family I have. Even the in-laws but shhhhh dont tell Hubby I dont want to get him to excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6500256417603905778?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6500256417603905778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6500256417603905778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6500256417603905778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6500256417603905778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-1378976776816378889</id><published>2009-12-23T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:08:19.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve's Eve</title><content type='html'>OMGoodness can you believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I know I can't! The year has flown by and the Christmas season will soon be over. Hopefully the mess in the stores will be over as well. I dont do well with crowds. But seriously Christmas already where has this year gone. I cant wait for tomorrow night when we will go to my in-laws and celebrate and then Christmas day. The morning Oh the wonderful morning that I can not wait for. We will spend it at home my Mom and her boyfriend will come over and we will cook and open gifts and be merry and the kids will have a last with their new toys. Especially Big Girl who I can;t wait to see open her Santa gift. Ugh that still get's to me, the big fat man get's the credit for the best gift ever. The IPod Touch! Ugh I am envious of my 9 year old. I asked for one and she got it. Can I at least get an IPhone people something?!? Throw a Mom a bone. Ugh but back to the post I can not wait to see my children's eyes as they open their presents. We must get the camera's ready and be prepared because I love seeing the joy on their faces and I can't wait to see there faces thi syear because they have the best gifts ever. OK OK they have the best gifts ever every year but whatever I am thrilled again and I am more impatient then they are. So any gifts you can't wait to see your kids open? Are you excited about the holidays? Do you open gifts on Christm Day or Christmas Eve? We open Christmas Eve with the in-laws Christmas Day at home and with my Mom and Christmas Eve the kids get new pj's because they have to be snazzy for morning pictures. I can't wait for Christmas and I hope you can;t wait as well because it is just an amazing thing especially watching it through the eye's of my children. BTW if their are any Jewish readers please feels free to tell me about Hannukah, my kids had Hannukah gifts as well as my Mom's side is Jewish which means I am Jewish which should mean my kids are Jewish but do we really truly want to get into all that, especially as my kids are *gasp* Baptised *gasp* and go to Catholic School but whatever I amstrange always have been. So anyway please share you holiday celebrations if any!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1378976776816378889?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1378976776816378889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1378976776816378889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1378976776816378889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1378976776816378889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eves-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6781754349437327707</id><published>2009-12-22T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:13:55.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind Day</title><content type='html'>Within the past 36 hours I have found out that I am not the parent of a bi-polar child but in fact and ADHD, ODD child. I have also put her on medicine for it. It all happened so quickly and no I did not just medicate my child. I have been looking up ADHD since&amp;nbsp;Big Girl&amp;nbsp;is about 4 maybe 5 since I personally self diagnosed her then. But now it has been confirmed that Mama does in fact know best. Today has been one of those days though. We had a lash out, then a perfect child, then a couple of time outs and melt downs. Then we went to a friends for her husbands birthday. Wowwee was that fun. The kids were great till it was time to go. We come home and try to get them to bed at a decent hour assuming that it is them being tired and that is why the major meltdowns but no, Big Girl is wired till 10:30 tonight when she finally crasked AGHHHHH!!! Pretty soon I am crashing I just wanted to inform you all or maybe even just remind myself that days like today go away and get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6781754349437327707?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6781754349437327707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6781754349437327707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6781754349437327707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6781754349437327707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/whirlwind-day.html' title='Whirlwind Day'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2917875047612519666</id><published>2009-12-21T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:38:00.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sy8V-0h1oaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5o8gHWpzpbs/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sy8V-0h1oaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5o8gHWpzpbs/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; to see more not me Monday's. &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;So let's see what I totally did not do this week. &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;First I did not get out of bed all week because I was sick. That is ompletely true which now leads me to my real not me Monday's which kind of include not my husband and not my children's in it but we will lump it all in one.&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;So since I was sick my husband did not bribe my children with money to load and unload the dishwasher, cook dinner, take care of me and stay quiet so I can rest. Nope not my husband he just asked my children politely and being the wonderful well raised children they are they just oblidged because they love me.&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;My children then did not proceed to barter for more and more money because hello they are insanely awesomely wonderful children who would never do something only to receive something in return.&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;I did not finally go to the doctor Friday to be told I have bronchitis again like every year. I then was not told to stay in for 3 days and not go out. Which means I definitely did not go out today and play in the foot of snow that we got dumped on us by mother nature. I mean come on how juvenile when you are told to stay indoors because you are sick you just do.&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;I did not smoke cigarette's while outside because I have absolutely no will power and can not quit to save the life of me because I completely suck!&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;I definitely did not stay outside 4 hours after not even being allowed outside to begin with. I even went in and got our dog so he could have some fun in the snow. &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;I also definitely did not act like a total child and beg my husband and children to do anything and everything in their power to get me the book the Elf on the Shelf so I could read it and start another wonderful Christmas tradition with my children. I mean come on now, it is Christmas we still need to buy for a few more people and there was a foot of snow. Who in their right mind would be so childish as to beg and plead for their husband to go get them a book. &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;So that is what I am willing to share I think I have embarassed myself enough with these. Head on over to MckMama's to see more wonderful Not Me Monday's. &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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2917875047612519666?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2917875047612519666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2917875047612519666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2917875047612519666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2917875047612519666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-me-monday_21.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sy8V-0h1oaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5o8gHWpzpbs/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-100278956087716797</id><published>2009-12-17T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:32:13.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Again and going to the doctor tomorrow to figure out what is wrong. Also need to bring Big Boy to the doctor as he has a rash. Big girl had a singing concert today that I missed (first time ever missing a performance) and tomorrow has another that I will be missing. I think she is disappointed in me but she is taking it like a trooper and helped so much while I have been sick. It makes me so proud to know she can pick up so much of the slack when I am sick. I guess despite eveything I am doing something right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-100278956087716797?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/100278956087716797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=100278956087716797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/100278956087716797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/100278956087716797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick_17.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8585573504532574542</id><published>2009-12-16T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:40:02.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for me Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Syj90YHQeeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lg07Wu6_F2Q/s1600-h/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Syj90YHQeeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lg07Wu6_F2Q/s320/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;We Are THAT Family&lt;/a&gt; for more works for me Wednesday's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cooking dinner is what works for me. I know it seems so simple but for a long time when I had someplace to be I just "grabbed something small" while we were out. I costs money and a lot of times it wastes money. Besids the fact that it is usually some unhealthy disgustingly fat laden food. So what is my solution. My crockpot. It gives me fresh meals when I need to be out and I need dinner made at a specific time. It doesnt take much time other than prep and when I get home I can usually throw together a couple of sides (which I also tend to make ahead and just reheat). Voila an instant meal right when we need it. The other good thing is with the crockpot there are almost always leftovers. Yummy! If&amp;nbsp;I dont use my crockpot I still use the same principal and make a meal I can cook ahead. On days when we have dance for dinner... I feed the kids at 4 or 5 and then again when we get home so they dont get filled with junk food or complain f hunger while we are out. It is so simple and has saved us so much money. Now we only spend money on eating out when we want to and it is a treat which makes it that much better.&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/4394772866099132124-8585573504532574542?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8585573504532574542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8585573504532574542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8585573504532574542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8585573504532574542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/works-for-me-wednesday_16.html' title='Works for me Wednesday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Syj90YHQeeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lg07Wu6_F2Q/s72-c/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7164485128973384129</id><published>2009-12-15T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:59:53.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to stay positive</title><content type='html'>Trying to stay positive in a negative situation. Have you ever gotten yourself&amp;nbsp; in so deep you din't know how to fix the problem. Well I am in one of those situations now. Damned if I do, damned if I dont. Either way it is a loss but now I have no choice but to go through with it. I am upset beaue I brought this upon myself and now at a time when we are trying to make some major changes in our lives it is coming to bite me in the arse. Ugh I just need to remember it could be worse and what is meant to be will be. Life will go on, this too shall pass and whatever other positive affirmations I can think of. Did you ever just want to cry because you are so upset you know you brought all this paon upon yourself and you know you can't blame anyone but yourself? I am in one of those situations and it stinks. Now I must figure out how to fix the issue. I must saddle up with my big girl panties and move on somehow. Even if it means not being able to move riht now and waiting it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7164485128973384129?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7164485128973384129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7164485128973384129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7164485128973384129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7164485128973384129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying-to-stay-positive.html' title='Trying to stay positive'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8626465485924069191</id><published>2009-12-14T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:12:04.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyZ_RyDXUlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GdD0ySxTB6c/s1600-h/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyZ_RyDXUlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GdD0ySxTB6c/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more not me Monday's head on over to&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; MckMama.&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;I did not procrastinate even though I got my Christmas cards two weeks ago and just now sending out the last of my christmas cards. I mean with Christmas 10 days away why would I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I definitely did not go over budget for my kids yet again another year after swearing I would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not turn into scrooge and hate buying for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do not want to stay home Christmas Eve hen we would normally go to my in-laws and yet this year&amp;nbsp;I have no desire to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do not feel bad as my Mother in Law also has no want or need to host Christmas Eve so I know it is not going to be the wonderful Christmas Eve it normally is.&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8626465485924069191?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8626465485924069191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8626465485924069191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8626465485924069191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8626465485924069191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyZ_RyDXUlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GdD0ySxTB6c/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2079783370507449211</id><published>2009-12-10T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:40:45.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>So here it is my 13 for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am trying a new thing. Being positive at all costs and I think it is working. I got better from being sick in three days and I was able to go to the Christmas Tree Lighting and enjoy it, and life is just wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;2. My husband is awesome. Monday he woke up brought the kids to school, went to the post office, then went to the housing office to pay our spot fee which we never got the envelope for. he then surprised me when i got home from BJ's with our bedroom completely re-arranged like I had asked him to do. Tuesday he came home from work early since I was sick and Big Girl had sliced her toe and he picked up the kids from my Mom (she gave me a break first), then brought them home had Big Girl do her homework&amp;nbsp;cooked dinner, brought Big Boy to dance, whiel he was at dance he brought Big Girl to Barnes and Nobles for a new book for her book report and to get Starbucks (he deserved it after all). Came home gave Big Boy a bath Big Girl is on strike till her toe heals great smelly tween nothing better. The put both kids to bed, he then fed me, took a shower and then baked cookies, addressed some Christmas cards, folded and put away the laundry. He rocks man completely rocks. Wednesday he got the kids from the bus and got homework done before he went to work and I just sat around trying to recover and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did I mention my husband rocks had to share I am such a lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am procrastinating watching Glee because it is not coming back for a long time and I figure if I procrastinate I have it that much longer.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am very upset so many of my shows are gone for at leasta&amp;nbsp; month but I know the month will fly right by. &lt;br /&gt;6. 15 more days till Christmas OMG 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;7. Santa rocks and sucks all at the same time. Why does he get my glory and get to give Big Girl the iPod Touch. I want the credit oh well Santa you can get it eventually one day she will know I am you and Saint Nick truly is dead.&lt;br /&gt;8. Big Girl and Big Boy both completely know Santa is real, he was Saint Nick and Saint Nick is dead, but somehow a dead man brings them gifts. How and why is he still getting credit.&lt;br /&gt;9. Our kids believing in Santa is very expensive at least in this house.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have considered changing Big Girls name to Sassy Girl but everyone name's their daughter Sassy Girl, but seriously my Big Girls Nickname is Sassy Cassy. No lie we call it constantly, she may become sassy Cas on here but then I would be using part of her name again and I think that goes against blog land order or something.&lt;br /&gt;11. I LOVE Gilmore Girls the show you know. I watch it constantly have the whole Series on DVD and have seen every episode numerous times. Other than Sex and the City I have never LOVED a series so much and I have been trying hard to find soemthing that can slightly replace my two most favoritist (no it AINT a word) shows in the world. &lt;br /&gt;12. I miss my best friend. I miss having him to talk to and he sicks for moving away. My best friend is not only a guy but he is also 21 years older than me. He is the complete opposite of me and exactly like me all in the same.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have so much more in my mind I can't go to sleep. I figured this Thirteen would help but nope no justice oh well until tomorrow or later or at some other point than now I will type to you than.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2079783370507449211?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2079783370507449211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2079783370507449211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2079783370507449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2079783370507449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirteen-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2540731831583242271</id><published>2009-12-09T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:39:03.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for Me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyBsYF6qkoI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PZkpHN_JqTs/s1600-h/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyBsYF6qkoI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PZkpHN_JqTs/s320/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more works for me Wednesday head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;We Are THAT Family&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week my works for me Wednesday is simple. &amp;nbsp;As stated before I love my schedule that is what makes life work for me. So when&amp;nbsp;I can't keep with my schedule (usually during the holiday season) I make my schedule work for me. Tonight we had our neighborhood tree lighting party and it was a blast. But it ended at 9 and my kids should be sleeping by 8 so 9 is a bit late. It is a fun night and I want to party hard like the next person so tonight I say screw it and we party hard. So before we left I layed out the kids sleep clothes and the vitamins and the toothbrushes with toothpaste (next to it not on it) and washclothes and towels. Guess what?!? We got home and within 15 minutes my kids had taken their vitamins, changed into sleep clothes, washed their faces and hands and were sleeping. Yes you got that right 15 minutes and sleeping. I dont know why having everything laid out is not the normal schedule but this works for me when we are thrown off schedule. Now I just hope this hectic week doesn' kill the kids by the end of the week because it is a super long week between the tree lighting a day off from school, dance and report cards on Friday. &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/4394772866099132124-2540731831583242271?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2540731831583242271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2540731831583242271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2540731831583242271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2540731831583242271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works for Me Wednesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SyBsYF6qkoI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PZkpHN_JqTs/s72-c/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6836436543930348269</id><published>2009-12-08T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:26:29.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Yes you read that right I am sick so I missed my Not Me Monday post. I guess I will just catch up next Monday or maybe do it late, but not today because I am sick and light headed and blah. Sorry but&amp;nbsp;I am in no blogging condition. I am lucky because Mom is back and she took the kids since they had off from school and they had driven me insane and since I am sick my loving Mom swept in and saved the day. WooHoo thank goodness she had time to miss the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let you know though. Santa does not get sick. Santa still works to get gifts and that is what Santa did.&amp;nbsp;Santa worked and worked hard and from what I hear the Big Fat Man in the Big Red suit got something my Big Girl is going to love. Oh how thrilled am I that Santa made this possible. Thanks Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you all tomorrow when I am better because only 1 sick day will do when you are a Mother. As for Santa no sick days for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6836436543930348269?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6836436543930348269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6836436543930348269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6836436543930348269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6836436543930348269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8214457127918778326</id><published>2009-12-06T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:36:15.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think</title><content type='html'>I got this in an e-mail and had to laugh. Do you girls think this is true as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is holding hands in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is holding arguments in the street&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;Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is Chinese take-out&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;Love is cuddling on a sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is deciding on a sofa&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;Love is talking about having children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is talking about getting away from children&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;Love is going to bed early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is going to sleep early&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;Love is a romantic drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is a long, hot ride&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;Love is losing your appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is losing your figure&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;Love is sweet nothings in the ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is sweet nothings in the bank&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;Love is a flickering flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is a flickering television&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;Love is 1 drink and 2 straws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what do you girls think. To me this makes marriage sound somewha bad and better to just be in love. I mean I am in love married so does that mean I have the best of both worlds. Is this something that makes single people feel better or people who dont honor marriage or maybe even people who have been divorced. So what do you all think seriously I am curious. &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/4394772866099132124-8214457127918778326?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8214457127918778326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8214457127918778326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8214457127918778326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8214457127918778326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2760519226335156341</id><published>2009-12-06T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:52:56.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things A Burglar Won't Tell You</title><content type='html'>Things A Burglar Won't Tell You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://massholemommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;MassHoleMommy's&lt;/a&gt; page and decided to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOUR BURGLAR WON'T TELL YOU: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Of course, I look familiar. I was here just last week cleaning your carpets, painting your shutters, or delivering your new refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;2. Hey, thanks for letting me use the bathroom when I was working in your yard last week. While I was in there, I unlatched the back window to make my return a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love those flowers. That tells me you have taste ... and taste means there are nice things inside. Those yard toys your kids leave out always make me wonder what type of gaming system they have. &lt;br /&gt;4. Yes, I really do look for newspapers piled up on the driveway. And I might leave a pizza flyer in your front door to see how long it takes you to remove it. &lt;br /&gt;5. If it snows while you're out of town, get a neighbor to create car and foot tracks into the house. Virgin drifts in the driveway are a dead giveaway. &lt;br /&gt;6. If decorative glass is part of your front entrance, don't let your alarm company install the control pad where I can see if it's set. That makes it too easy. &lt;br /&gt;7. A good security company alarms the window over the sink-----and the windows on the second floor, which often access the master bedroom......and your jewelry. It's not a bad idea to put motion detectors up there too. &lt;br /&gt;8. It's raining, you're fumbling with your umbrella, and you forget to lock your door-------understandable. But understand this: I don't take a day off because of bad weather. &lt;br /&gt;9. I always knock first. If you answer, I'll ask for directions somewhere or offer to clean your gutters. (Don't take me up on it.) &lt;br /&gt;10. Do you really think I won't look in your sock drawer? I always check dresser drawers, the bedside table, and the medicine cabinet. &lt;br /&gt;11. Here's a helpful hint: I almost never go into kids' rooms. &lt;br /&gt;12. You're right: I won't have enough time to break into that safe where you keep your valuables. But if it's not bolted down, I'll take it with me. &lt;br /&gt;13. A loud TV or radio can be a better deterrent than the best alarm system. If you're reluctant to leave your TV on while you're out of town, you can buy a $35 device that works on a timer and simulates the flickering glow of a real television. (Find it at faketv.com.) &lt;br /&gt;14. Sometimes, I carry a clipboard. Sometimes, I dress like a lawn guy and carry a rake. I do my best to never, ever look like a crook. &lt;br /&gt;15. The two things I hate most: loud dogs and nosy neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;16. I'll break a window to get in, even if it makes a little noise. If your neighbor hears one loud sound, he'll stop what he's doing and wait to hear it again. If he doesn't hear it again, he'll just go back to what he was doing. It's human nature. &lt;br /&gt;17. I'm not complaining, but why would you pay all that money for a fancy alarm system and leave your house without setting it? &lt;br /&gt;18. I love looking in your windows. I'm looking for signs that you're home, and for flat screen TVs or gaming systems I'd like. I'll drive or walk through your neighborhood at night, before you close the blinds, just to pick my targets. &lt;br /&gt;19. Avoid announcing your vacation on your Facebook page. It's easier than you think to look up your address. &lt;br /&gt;20. To you, leaving that window open just a crack during the day is a way to let in a little fresh air. To me, it's an invitation. &lt;br /&gt;21. If you don't answer when I knock, I try the door. Occasionally, I hit the jackpot and walk right in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2760519226335156341?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2760519226335156341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2760519226335156341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2760519226335156341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2760519226335156341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-burglar-wont-tell-you.html' title='Things A Burglar Won&apos;t Tell You'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5858712738520083854</id><published>2009-12-04T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:12:42.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Rocks Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdXmD8S0cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iNdsEsjmhEE/s1600-h/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdXmD8S0cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iNdsEsjmhEE/s320/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;For more My Husband Rocks Friday head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.honestandlasting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy-Lin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Simple my husband rocks because he can bake and he does it amazingly well and he doesn't mind and he usually even let's the kiids help. Sunday they made candy apples and Tuesday my belly was craving some cupcakes. So my darling sweet husband made them.Due to posting this on facebook, since we must let the world know all the wonderful things we do all day,&amp;nbsp;he is also now making cupcakes for Christmas Eve at his family's celebration and he is even making them to order. Oh man can't wait they are so yummy.&amp;nbsp; It is the little things and I love my husband for all of them. Another reason why my husband rocks. &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/4394772866099132124-5858712738520083854?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5858712738520083854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5858712738520083854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5858712738520083854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5858712738520083854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-husband-rocks-friday.html' title='My Husband Rocks Friday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdXmD8S0cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iNdsEsjmhEE/s72-c/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-1605069992527805700</id><published>2009-12-03T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:50:30.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 THINGS TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://barbourbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Semi-Slacker Mom&lt;/a&gt; for this wonderful post. I am borrowing it to share with my readers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 THINGS TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN or your husband, whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach your children TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning." (And so you don't bother me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teach your children RELIGION. "You better pray that will come out of the carpet." (We must not go to church enough because it never comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teach your children about TIME TRAVEL. "If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!" (I wish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teach your children LOGIC. "Because I said so, that's why." (Can I get an Amen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teach your children MORE LOGIC. "If you fall and break your neck, that'll be the last time you do that." (Love this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teach your children FORESIGHT. "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident." (Oldie, but goodie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Teach your children IRONY "Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about." (I thought that was the stupidest thing ever when I was a child, now I understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Teach your children about the science of OSMOSIS. "Shut your mouth and eat your supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It can be done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Teach your children about CONTORTIONISM. "Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!" (Do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Teach your children about STAMINA.. "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone." (We skip that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Teach your children about WEATHER. "This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it." (I feel like I work at the Weather Channel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Teach your children about HYPOCRISY. "If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!" (Do as I say, not as I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Teach your children the CIRCLE OF LIFE. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out." (Can I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Teach your children about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. "Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Good luck with that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Teach your children about ENVY. "There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do." (MILLIONS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Teach your children about ANTICIPATION. "Just wait until we get home." (Oh yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Teach your children about RECEIVING . "You are going to get it when you get home!" (I'm telling your Daddy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Teach your children MEDICAL SCIENCE.. "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way." (Seriously. They will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Teach your children ESP. "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Make sure their father's not wearing shorts when you say this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Teach your children HUMOR. "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me." (Don't even try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Teach your children HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT . "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up." (EVER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Teach your children GENETICS. "You're just like your father." (Only his faults, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Teach your children about my ROOTS. "Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?" (Bo tells people he was, ALL THE TIME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Teach your children WISDOM. "When you get to be my age, you'll understand." (If you make that long, see #13.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite: Teach your children about JUSTICE "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you". (My Momma taught me that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1605069992527805700?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1605069992527805700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1605069992527805700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1605069992527805700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1605069992527805700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-things-to-teach-your-children.html' title='25 THINGS TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-2464593418931462599</id><published>2009-12-03T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:15:25.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>Here it is my 13 for Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love reality TV.&lt;br /&gt;2. I also love Glee.&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't undertsand Glee at first but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do good guys turn bad and bad guys turn good. I think woman are screwed either way.&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking of which men are screwed as well, especially my husband.&lt;br /&gt;6. Depression sucks booty. I hate the shopping spree's (well no I dont but my wallet does, and probably my husband), the emotions, the hiding in the house hybernating.&lt;br /&gt;7. My dogs still smell and I can not for the life of me figure out how to stop their gas. I looked online and found things and tried and nothing they stink.&lt;br /&gt;8. The sit next to me to purposely stink me up it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;9. I still dislike Big girl and hubby's sweet beautiul cat.&lt;br /&gt;10. She keeps trying to climb my tree.&lt;br /&gt;11. She also lay's on the skirt and makes it all hairy.&lt;br /&gt;12. Did I mention she is long hair and loses it in clumps.&lt;br /&gt;13. The dogs did damage to the tree as well, they ate part of my Christmas village (well a girl that had broken off they tried chewing off the glue. Ugh dumb stinky dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-2464593418931462599?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/2464593418931462599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=2464593418931462599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2464593418931462599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/2464593418931462599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-491173685929907032</id><published>2009-12-02T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:11:01.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WFMW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdVLAmSUOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a9L6ErgOoJA/s1600-h/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdVLAmSUOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a9L6ErgOoJA/s320/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;WEARETHATFAMILY&lt;/a&gt; for more works for me Wednesday's.&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: left;"&gt;So what works for me, something simple. Routine's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK so I know most people have routines but mine is the kids bedtime routine. Take their vitamin's (yes at night it is our routine), have snack, brush their teeth, wash their face and hands and go to bed. Call Dad to say goodnight and go to sleep. Mind you this is what I love about it (it is all before 7:30) except Tuesday and Thursday because we have dance till 7:30 on Tuesday and Thursday till 6:30. But we try to stay on routine. Sunday through Thursday and Friday they can go to bed at 8 maybe 9. I like my routine and I tend to see my kids need their routine. So starting tomorrow I am jumping back on my routine. Of course it is Thursday so it will be a few minutes later than 7:30 possibly but it will be our same routine. I love it and want to keep a routine forever if at all possible. So that work's for me what works for you?&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/4394772866099132124-491173685929907032?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/491173685929907032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=491173685929907032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/491173685929907032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/491173685929907032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/12/wfmw.html' title='WFMW'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxdVLAmSUOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/a9L6ErgOoJA/s72-c/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6567449649980672492</id><published>2009-11-30T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:17:35.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxRDQ3XhE3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/-3jBdS8PU94/s1600/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxRDQ3XhE3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/-3jBdS8PU94/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more not me Monday head on over the &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama.&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;This week I did not allow my kids to wear jeans for the holidays and Quin wore a t-shirt. Nope not me I do not allow my kids to dress down for the holidays they must always be dressed nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also did not force my kids to re-take pictures for Christmas cards because the first set we ordered came out badly. I mean come on now it is the thought that counts not having perfect cards right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also did not allow my kids to eat candy apples past their bedtime because I felt like it, come on now especially not during a school night because that would just be so irresponsible so I did NOT do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I then did not endulge on my own candy apple, I mean the kid and hubby made them so I had to try. I mean No nope I definitely did not have to try I just looked and allowed the kids to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also did not tell hubby how horrible the food for Thanksgiving was and get very upset. I love to eat and all but spending time with family is so much more important than the food. Oh heck I need to fight this one the food on Thanksgiving is very darn important their I said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When school picture's came home today I did not opt to keep Big Boy's picture's despite him hiding his lips in the pictures. Come on now what type of Mom decides it is the least of all evil's that could of happened and keep the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So that was all the things I definitely did not do this week. I am being a good girl and pledging to be better so I would not do any of those things. &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/4394772866099132124-6567449649980672492?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6567449649980672492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6567449649980672492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6567449649980672492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6567449649980672492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-me-monday_30.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxRDQ3XhE3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/-3jBdS8PU94/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7690164556222928427</id><published>2009-11-28T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:04:51.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six words Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time ever participating but it sounded like fun. So here goes nothing. Go over to &lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com"&gt;showmyface&lt;/a&gt; for more Six words saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196 Posts 4 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7690164556222928427?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7690164556222928427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7690164556222928427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7690164556222928427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7690164556222928427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/six-words-saturday.html' title='Six words Saturday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/th_6wsButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3407337737899686229</id><published>2009-11-27T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:35:45.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Rocks Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxHAGPPLSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0Q__B3GGD2M/s1600/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxHAGPPLSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0Q__B3GGD2M/s320/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go join &lt;a href="http://www.honestandlasting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy Lin&lt;/a&gt; for more My husband rocks posts. &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: left;"&gt;This week my husband rocks because he deals with me. I know I am not an easy woman to deal with. I am on med's that I sometimes forget to take. I tend to be overbearing on a regular basis. I am a total control freak. I want things my way all the time. Everything including his drawers. I'll never forget watching one of ym stupid reality shows one day a long time ago and the guy said he would never date a woman with depression. He couldn't handle it. Then another guy said the same thing and I thought ugh whatever who would date them anyway. I then sat and though please so many woman take meds and are depressed and who cares what those reality show moron's think anyway. Well then it got me thinking what would keep you from dating someone? I mean do you ask simple questions like do you have depression on a first date. Then years later we found out our daughter could be bi-polar. (I say could because we are having he re-evaluated to make sure since she is so young to be diagnosed bi-polar.) So anyway then it brought me back to what those moron's said and now it made sense. Exactly why some guys would not date a woman who is depressed or on meds. It all makes sense, but my husband he deals on a daily basis with me and my illness and usually does not throw it in my face. Hey we are human and during arguments sometimes a low blow fly's we are not the "perfect couple", but for the most part he always supports me and my illness and he deals better than I can most day. Just another reason why my husband rocks. &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/4394772866099132124-3407337737899686229?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3407337737899686229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3407337737899686229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3407337737899686229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3407337737899686229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-husband-rocks-friday.html' title='My Husband Rocks Friday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SxHAGPPLSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0Q__B3GGD2M/s72-c/honestandlasting.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-827213729616761639</id><published>2009-11-26T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:26:06.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgiving Thursday</title><content type='html'>As in Thanksgiving passed this year we did the same thing we have done every year since we have been married. We went to my in-laws. This year was quite different as my father in law was not there to celebrate with us. My Mother-in-law was having her own sad holiday as it was the first without him but she stayed strong. Only difference was she did not cook and OMG did I miss her cooking. Dinner was horrible. To say the least. I am grateful we had food but I am also grateful that I know how to cook and will be making a Thanksgiving dinner sometime soon for my family.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see what the future holds. With our plans t move I wonder if next year we will spend the holidays with Steve's family again. If we even move by then as we plan to do. It is all a mystery and I cant wait to see what things come our way. Thus year we have tons to be grateful for and I plan on staying grateful forever no matter what life throws my way. I think even the worst of situations could be worse and I plan to look on the bright side at all times. Mind you peopel I said plan so dont hold me to it I am only human. This year though I am grateful to have my husband's family to spend the holidays with. Over the years it has gotten better and that is a great thing. We have become more of a family and we have all learned to get along despite our many difference's. What are you all grateful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-827213729616761639?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/827213729616761639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=827213729616761639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/827213729616761639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/827213729616761639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankgiving-thursday.html' title='Thankgiving Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8638581419757008557</id><published>2009-11-25T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:28:19.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sw30h7x-GbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/INA7TOwWDAg/s1600/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sw30h7x-GbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/INA7TOwWDAg/s320/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;WeareThatfamily&lt;/a&gt; for more Works for me Wednesday!&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: left;"&gt;OK this is going to sounds very weird but today I used a stridex pad on mine and Big Girl's face today and when I was done I went to throw it int he garbade (I dont keep one in the bathroom), well there was stickyness on the floor in front of the garbage door. I decided hmmmmm have wet pads in my hand let's try to clean it. I went and tried to clean it up and it wiped right up no scrubbing no nothing.&amp;nbsp; I think from now on if I have a sticky situation a stridex pad may help so in case of stickyness use a stridex pad. &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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8638581419757008557?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8638581419757008557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8638581419757008557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8638581419757008557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8638581419757008557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works for me Wednesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Sw30h7x-GbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/INA7TOwWDAg/s72-c/wfmwbannerholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6855232731167870947</id><published>2009-11-23T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:06:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwvnOWVWrMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/TowNcKN0jM4/s1600/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwvnOWVWrMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/TowNcKN0jM4/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For more not me Monday head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama!&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;This week I did not put up my Christmas tree, on Friday to be exact and then decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving even happened. I guess who cares nobody comes here for Thanksgiving anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also did not find out that our plans to move have changed, it totally upset us but we will roll with the punches so to speak and now we are looking to go to Florida. I have always wanted to move to Florida, it is warm. Year round well kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not allow my children to go out on a school night and then afterwards bring them even further from home just to get a huge leaf for my son for his science project. Seriously huge &lt;strike&gt;bigger then his head, my head&lt;/strike&gt;, it could cover a basketball. Boy oh boy why didn't I get a picture of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4394772866099132124-6855232731167870947?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6855232731167870947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6855232731167870947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6855232731167870947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6855232731167870947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-me-monday_24.html' title='Not me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwvnOWVWrMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/TowNcKN0jM4/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4833272820084602254</id><published>2009-11-22T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:32:21.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My laminated list</title><content type='html'>I have seen quite a bit of woman making their laminated list and decided to follow suit. It is the list we make that we get a free pass that if we meet these celebrities we get a free pass to you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.taragana.com/e/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ryan-reynolds3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://blog.taragana.com/e/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/ryan-reynolds3.jpg" width="320" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vin Deisel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.listal.com/image/176060/600full-vin-diesel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.listal.com/image/176060/600full-vin-diesel.jpg" width="254" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://morganelvington.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/paul-walker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://morganelvington.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/paul-walker.jpg" width="276" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/RjcMehl0fpgs3v3gF6RpbzWPo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/RjcMehl0fpgs3v3gF6RpbzWPo1_400.jpg" width="245" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Steve Howey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/reba/images/steve-howey-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/reba/images/steve-howey-2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all shirtless, all in my dreams. Oh yummy. Trust me there are more but I dont want to be greedy now. So go for it who are your 5 or 6 or 10 or even 20?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4833272820084602254?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4833272820084602254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4833272820084602254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4833272820084602254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4833272820084602254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-laminated-list.html' title='My laminated list'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7537010614269641200</id><published>2009-11-21T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:03:12.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years today</title><content type='html'>Just want to see today is 12 years since my Dad passed away. He was my step-Dad technically but he was the only&amp;nbsp;Dad I ever know other then my Grandfather. I only had him for 7 short years but they were amazing years. Twelve years ago today I got a call that my Dad had died in St. Lucia while on a second honeymoon with my Mom. I was cutting school and with my boyfriend at the time. It was horrible. I couldn't believe it and I was a complete mess. Somehow we made it through though and it made my Mom and I closer because of it. He was my Dad and I will miss him forever. I got him from the age of 10-17 and it was not nearly eough time. I wish I had a blog back then to look back at the meories we shared. It saddens me because as much as I hate to say this. I forget things about him all the time. I know the love will always be there as will the pictures but sadly in my scattered medicated brain I have lost him over the years. Has anyone else gone through this and how do you cope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7537010614269641200?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7537010614269641200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7537010614269641200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7537010614269641200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7537010614269641200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-years-today.html' title='12 years today'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3462738304831889761</id><published>2009-11-21T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:39:33.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband Rocks Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Swh3ADBMa_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0Y4AOm5zXWk/s1600/My_Husband_Rocks_Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Swh3ADBMa_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0Y4AOm5zXWk/s320/My_Husband_Rocks_Picture.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK so this week I am a bit late, but it is OK because no matter what day it is my husband still rocks and this certain incident happened at 10:30 last night (Friday) so had I not waited I could not share this exact reason why my husband rocks. Head on over to &lt;a href="http://honestandlasting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy-Lin&lt;/a&gt; to see more of My Husband Rocks Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So last night my best friend and her husband (who happens to be my husband's best friend also).. (BTW how juvenile&amp;nbsp;is it&amp;nbsp;to call someone your best friend as an adult?!?)&amp;nbsp;had a wedding to go to. Just remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Big girl and I went to see New Moon and DH brought Big Boy to work because he rocks like that. Reason #1. He brought Big Boy to work so I could spend quality time with Big Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the movie I came home and our Christmas tree was up (totally a week early but whatever) DH was in the spirit and it is always pretty to see a lit tree at night so one more week wont kill us. Reason #2 my husband rocks, he makes sure to keep us all in holiday spirit even when we dont want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby took pictures of the kids afterwards for our Christmas cards. Woohoo reason #3. Hey it's the little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now the big one reason #4! Best friend called me at 10:30 when I knew wedding was not over. She said we are on the way home and her hubby had cut his finger horribly doing something stupid. We both chuckled because it is so her husband to do something like this. We BS'ed on the phone for a lot of their drive home and giggled as did he in the background. We made plans to go out when she got home. All seemed well. Well we got off the phone they went to the drug store to get bandages and she calls my hubby up. OMG come help him I cant do it, it is horrible ewww yuck girly girly squeals. My hubby springs into action and calls our sitter which happens to be best friends little brother. So my hubby gets babysitter and I tell him leave and go help. I will meet him when the sitter comes over. The sitter comes and I walk over (she livves right up the block total perk ). I go to her house and hear squeals of a woman. I ring the bell and best friend answers. Her husband is the screaming little girl. My husband is trying to play doctor. So he bandages him up and we finally convince him an hour later to go to the hospital. It was pretty darn bad. So my hubby bring's her hubby to the hospital. He stayed for 3 hours in the E.R. and staying where ever he went and keeping us all updated. Come on now tell me that is not a hubby that rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I must also add he babysat my childhood best friends daughter Monday while her and I went shopping reason #5 come on people can he get any better?!? I know I kno I am truly blessed. Besides I knew he did it to not have to go shopping but while watching her and our own kids as well (not that I think a Dad staying with his kid is watching them but just saying my kids were also home), he baked cupcakes and designed them with the kids and also made dinner and a good dinner at that and fed them all. BTW the fab dinner was meatloaf, blue mashed potatoes (as requested by the guest), roasted potatoes and corn. OMG delicious and he even waited for me to get home to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love my husband and thanks for readin this much girls but this eek my husband rocks. Not that he doesnt rock every week but this week I could just think of many more reasons why he rocks. &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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3462738304831889761?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3462738304831889761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3462738304831889761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3462738304831889761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3462738304831889761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-husband-rocks-saturday.html' title='My Husband Rocks Saturday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Swh3ADBMa_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0Y4AOm5zXWk/s72-c/My_Husband_Rocks_Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-7099327290526977907</id><published>2009-11-19T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:49:27.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>This week my thoughts are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Video professor sucks as company, as customer service, as everything but a con artist. They have my money and wont give it back Agh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. TDBank is no help until my husband calls then all of a sudden they want to help.&lt;br /&gt;3. When a customer service center tells you a manager or supervisor will call you back, chances are they just want to get you off the phone.&lt;br /&gt;4. My cosmetology written exam is Monday yes this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have only started to review today agh WTH I yell at my kids for waiting till last minute and here is procrastination at it's best. Shhh dont tell my kids.&lt;br /&gt;6. I took the first review exam and got 71 out of 100 correct and think I can now get more correct. &lt;br /&gt;7. On to review exam test 2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have wonderful friends who help destress me&lt;br /&gt;9 I have had more guy friends in my life than girlfriends and I am completely OK with it.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate that my husband has more girl friends than guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;11. Jealous much (bad habit I know)&lt;br /&gt;12. I need to gain confidence.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am a Debbie Downer and I hate it. I check out my blog and facebook posts and it sometimes seems so down. Problem yes. Solution get new meds. There I said it I am depressed, you dont think you have a bi-polar child from no family history of depression or something of the sort. I guess after the test I should probably call my doctor and find out what the next med she can put me on may be because it is obvious these are not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come tomorrow and hopefully something better than today. But today I am thankful for my blog despite it's lack of followers. It allows me to get things out and to be honest with myself since not many other people are reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-7099327290526977907?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/7099327290526977907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=7099327290526977907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7099327290526977907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/7099327290526977907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-thirteen_19.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4247958225505154393</id><published>2009-11-18T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:07:11.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Dog Farts</title><content type='html'>No seriously I have looked it up online and I dont know if it is my breed of dog the food they eat or what but OMG my dog's fart and stink and I am starting to want to put them in the room and not let them out because they stink sitting next to me. I wonder if I feed them some perfume if it will smell rosey. Seriously just kidding people I know it would not work. But seriously these dogs stink and I just dont know what to do. Anyone have a dog with horrid gas. Shoot first I have kids and discuss gas and poop in their diapers and the fquency or infrquency of their poops and now I am a dog owner discussing their gas. What will become of me next. Just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-4247958225505154393?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4247958225505154393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4247958225505154393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4247958225505154393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4247958225505154393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-dog-farts.html' title='OMG Dog Farts'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8122032242422768612</id><published>2009-11-18T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:07:06.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not against teen motherhood</title><content type='html'>I am not an advocate for teenager's becoming Moms but as I sit and watch my crappy reality Tv on MTV. Yes it is my guilty pleasure. I see a commercial for a show called Teen Mom or something liek that. It is about the girls who were aired on the show 16 and pregnant last year. OMG the commercial urks me to pieces. The commercial says see how these Mom's share how hard it is to be a teen Mother (dont quote me as I am not quoting them), OMG are these people parents yes I had my first kid at 20 and guess what it was damn hard. My Mom had me at 26 as did her Mother have her at 26 and it was hard. Who the heck said being a Mother at any age is easy. I dont mean to sya become a teen Mother because you will face problems at any age so get it over and done with but honestly being a Mom is hard work. I finished school and became a Mom and then went back to school as a Mom and have been a stay at home Mom and a working Mom during my childrens lives. I love every single one of those moments. Being a teenage Mom is hard you have school and possibly work if you support your child yourself but seriously is being a Mom at any age easy. Ugh&amp;nbsp;I try to understand there point but I definitely do not agree with MTV. I will let you know how much I disagree when the show starts December 8th because I promise you I will be glued to that reality hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8122032242422768612?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8122032242422768612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8122032242422768612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8122032242422768612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8122032242422768612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-against-teen-motherhood.html' title='Not against teen motherhood'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3323755974385306303</id><published>2009-11-17T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:48:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard is it to be thankful</title><content type='html'>I hate to admit it but I am having a hard time figuring out things to eb thankful for. I mean the obvious a roof over my head, clothes on my back, a loving family, a supportive husband, food on the table, a car of my own to get around. There are so many things but yet every day I have such a difficult time thinking things up. I dont know if it is because I am one of those people who can't be put on the spot or if I just freeze when under pressure. Maybe I am ungrateful. Wouldnt be the first time I have heard that. I mean working for what you want and just getting everything and anything isn't unrateful in my eyes but maybe in some peoples it is. So what are you all thankful for and not the obvious please although I am sure everything is obvious and I just cant think about any of it at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3323755974385306303?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3323755974385306303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3323755974385306303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3323755974385306303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3323755974385306303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-hard-is-it-to-be-thankful.html' title='How hard is it to be thankful'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-4014443420073635154</id><published>2009-11-16T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:48:29.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwIqK3s8elI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Dy1AukLllFQ/s1600/not+me+monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwIqK3s8elI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Dy1AukLllFQ/s320/not+me+monday.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Head on ove rthe &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; to see what other things people did not do this week.&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: left;"&gt;First of all I definitely did not yell at my children since they would not do home. Where would yelling get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not smoke cigarettes and even buy a pack when I was drinking and pledge to not smoke unless drinking, I mean what would be the point of quitting if I was going to give in while drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not even go out drinking to be able to smoke while drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not have the best time ever. Oh crap yeah I really did but oh well a Mom's got to let loose sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I did not go shopping for boots for myself because there was no way in heck that I was allowing my child to own a pair of boots more expensive than any other pair of boots I own. I mean how selfish would that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Most of all I did not forget about the scheudle totally wasting the clomid that I took this month. I mean we are trying to have a baby so taking meds to help and then not even sticking to schedule would just be pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So those are my not me's for this past week. Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; to check out more because I am sure there are plenty things us Mom did not do this week. &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/4394772866099132124-4014443420073635154?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/4014443420073635154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=4014443420073635154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4014443420073635154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/4014443420073635154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-me-monday.html' title='Not me Monday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SwIqK3s8elI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Dy1AukLllFQ/s72-c/not+me+monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5788317780274736558</id><published>2009-11-12T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:09:05.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>This week thirteen things I am thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanksgiving is 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas is 42 days away.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not done with Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dont have money for Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;5. I need sleep and badly&lt;br /&gt;6. I should be sleeping now&lt;br /&gt;7. I am watching the CMA's and they are awesome&lt;br /&gt;8. I cant wait to move, hopefully that state will have Coutry music&lt;br /&gt;9. Darius Ruckers' song Alright is amazing&lt;br /&gt;10. I think it is my new favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;11. Taylor Swift doesn't sing so well live,&amp;nbsp; I think I am glad I missed buying her concert tickets&lt;br /&gt;12. The AMA's are coming up on November 22nd&lt;br /&gt;13. New Moon comes out in 7 days, 1 hour and 52 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5788317780274736558?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5788317780274736558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5788317780274736558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5788317780274736558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5788317780274736558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-536776020080744881</id><published>2009-11-12T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:03:08.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today has been another stressful day. I did not sleep well last night and the kids again drove me nuts. Big girl is on an extreme up or maybe an extreme down I dont know she is in a high but a bad mood high. Cussing and screaming and then crying and asking what is wrong she is thrilled again. Living with a child who has been diagnosed bi-polar is not easy. Some days I want to hang up my Mom label and run, or drink a lot. But I do neither. I am not a quitter, &lt;strike&gt;well other than smoking and a few things as a kid&lt;/strike&gt; I refuse to quit. I am her Mother and I am going to fight her fight but along the way I am getting tired, beaten up physically and emotionally and just crying for no reason at all. It causes stress in our home and it causes stress at school. Poor Big&amp;nbsp;Girl has turned into someone we dont know. I just pray for&amp;nbsp;some help and sometime soon. In a bit over a month she has an appointment with a specialist and I pray &lt;strike&gt;for my own sanity&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;for Big Girl to get the help she needs. Maybe it is simple maybe it is not, but I as her Mother refuse to give up and will fight this fight with her. I am thirsty for the cure, help, and the means to help her. I love her more than words and hate to see her go through this, but I know I will forever be by her side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-536776020080744881?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/536776020080744881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=536776020080744881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/536776020080744881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/536776020080744881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thirsty-thursday.html' title='Thirsty Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-9195904597729626111</id><published>2009-11-11T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:58:14.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Actually just the opposite the kids are off for veterans's day and let me tell you it has been a bad day. I truly hope tomorrow is better. The dryer smell like fire (wont be using that till we figure things out), the kids are whiny, fighty, cranky, ugh. Then hubby comes home from work 2 hours late without calling. Today is a bad day it just did not work for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-9195904597729626111?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/9195904597729626111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=9195904597729626111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9195904597729626111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/9195904597729626111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-wednesday.html' title='Working Wednesday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6002713139318054610</id><published>2009-11-10T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:57:02.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone shoot me yesterday!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days. You know the one where you laugh when you should cry, you cry when you should laugh and you yell at everything and anything. You know what I am talking about? You mean you dont have those days. OK so it is true I am completely certifiable. I am just having one of those days. I cant get along with my daughter for anything. Yeah I said it we were both in our moods and we didnt agree on anything, other then she ws tired and cranky and needed sleep as did I. She is now sleeping, I on the other hand am awake blogging and watchiing my husband play this horrific game. But we wont get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this type of day today because Christmas is coming and we are broke. Yes people I said it broke broke broke. I am usually broke but this year I am more broike then other years. I am lucky I have my family to help me and to make sure that the kids can enjoy the holiday. But I am in the mood remember. So I said screw the holidays let them see what we buy them a big fat nothing, or at least ot what they are asking for because we are broke. So my loving daughter says well if we see what you both buy us then we will get nothing because we are poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn kid, poor. We pay way to much for rent, pay to have the kids in a good school, pay car insurance and a bank note on another car, among numerous other bills. We have cable and not some cheap type either. We have three laptops and xbox and wii and the list goes on but yes big girl we are poor. Ugh would I love to show her what poor really is. I make dinner nightly and the never need for anything. Want for things always but then again what kid doesnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is in this economy where everyone seem to be having money troubles what is a person to do for the holidays. The holidays are about family and friends and love and gathering and the holiday spirit. Do thse kids not get this. Is this our fault as parents? Is it the economy which is just making us fall back on the holidays are for gathering and loving and not buying. I mean when all we see in every store, mall, ad and commercial is sale for the holidays what is a person to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6002713139318054610?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6002713139318054610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6002713139318054610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6002713139318054610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6002713139318054610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-shoot-me-yesterday.html' title='Someone shoot me yesterday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6547928275721801323</id><published>2009-11-09T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:25:55.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Child Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Svh5M8sbIgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mHeqRqWmyRo/s1600-h/NotMyChildMonday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Svh5M8sbIgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mHeqRqWmyRo/s320/NotMyChildMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I decided to join in this week on not MY child Monday! Why not my child because this week my children did a few things that make me say. Nope not MY child. So go on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; and join in on the fun of not My child Monday and not ME Monday!&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: left;"&gt;So this week I did not have to fight with my Big Boy because he did not refuse to take a shower. He loves getting cleaned and never would he fool me into thinking he was taking a shower and in actuality he was to busy playing with his cars. Proof was when I smelled him. Thanks kid no you do not stink and at 7 years old I do not need to bathe you since you clean yourself so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week my daughter did not come home with passing grades after not studying, but yet when she study's she fails. I dont get it but my negligence was a good thing this week. My failure was her passing grade. How awesome is that?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know whether to brag about it or run and hide for forgetting to study but yet it got my Big Girl to pass so yeah Big Girl keep up the good work. &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/4394772866099132124-6547928275721801323?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6547928275721801323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6547928275721801323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6547928275721801323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6547928275721801323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-my-child-monday.html' title='Not My Child Monday!'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/Svh5M8sbIgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mHeqRqWmyRo/s72-c/NotMyChildMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5733846298742598747</id><published>2009-11-09T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:16:45.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like your life is one big Groundhog day? The only thing that changes from week to week is my hubby's work schedule, other then that we do the same things weekly. It is one great big routine. I love my routine's and all but lately I feel like my routine is boring. Soooo I am adding more fun time into my routine, which includes video games. Yes I am now trying to become one of those parents that actually enjoy video games with the kids. I also enjoy family game nights with board games. Sadly though we dont have many board games because we tend to get bored by them. Monopoly takes to long and other's just dont seem as much fun. So what video games and board games do you enjoy with your family? Just curious I mean with the holidays coming up I need to get some ideas and board games and video games are about all this familie's budget can afford.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5733846298742598747?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5733846298742598747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5733846298742598747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5733846298742598747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5733846298742598747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-202833478820637169</id><published>2009-11-06T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:13:00.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MHR Friday</title><content type='html'>So I cant give credit because I blanked and can not find Katy-Lin's blog so if anyone has a link please share it with me. I miss her. But she inspired me a long time ago to make a post every Friday about why my husband rocks and here I am trying to do it yet again every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my husband rocks because he volunteered to help coach Big Boy's basketball team. Hubby does not play basketball, he also does not watch it, he probably will need some help getting started but he is trying and he brought Quin to basketball with Cas by his side as I slept the morning away. This weekend I will try to be a rocking wife and wake up to support my boys. Love you hubby YOU ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-202833478820637169?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/202833478820637169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=202833478820637169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/202833478820637169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/202833478820637169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/mhr-friday.html' title='MHR Friday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-6395338400123170260</id><published>2009-11-05T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:13:48.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>So looking back on my blog I see I used to do a thirteen Thursday where I wrote thirteen things I was thinking about. That is easy today.... So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanksgiving is in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2. School is very hard when you are a parent and no I dont mean school for myself that was incredibly easy.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to get my license and soon.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to move so bad it hurts but sadly as the time gets closer I feel more and more down as though I am not going anyplace anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a total reality TV addict.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't sit and watch a show anymore because my computer consumes me as soon as my children go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am scared of the dark and I am not afraid to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I also know I will not go to bed without my husband being home which stinks because hw rosks o late. After not going to bed till 5a.m. this morning I want to go to bed earlier tonight and it is not happening.&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to get back into my book because I enjoyed reading it but obviously not to much because i put it down a couple of weeks ago and have not picked it up since.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate walkng and am dreading walking to get Cas from school tomorrow. Her bookbag and drums weigh more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;11. I miss my Mom, so lady hurry up and get home already.&lt;br /&gt;12. I cant wait for Steve to be off Saturday not that I have anything planned but I like having him home.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am taking the Clomid for the first month and am hoping something happens if not then we continue to try. We shall see, maybe right now it is just not in God's plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-6395338400123170260?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/6395338400123170260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=6395338400123170260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6395338400123170260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/6395338400123170260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thirteen-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5606394315189654906</id><published>2009-11-05T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:01:31.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today I have nothing to say. Nothing fun to write about. Nothing at all. So I will just be greatful and happy for the things I am "Thankful" for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful my Mom's boyfriend (who I get along with wonderfully &lt;strike&gt;when needed and not any other time then that&lt;/strike&gt;) drove me to and from dance so Quin wouldn't miss a clas.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful that everything went off without a hitch and we did not argue over anything. Although there was a few awkward silences. &lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful I have legs so tomorrow I can walk to go get Cas from school which is quite a few blocks away. &lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for having two cars even when one is not in funtioning order because the times they both work life is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful to have a mechanic who is fixing said car so I will not have to rely on other's to get my kids where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful the day is over because Big Girl was some kind of cranky, maybe a monster, maybe possessed, &lt;strike&gt;maybe PMS'ing&lt;/strike&gt; or maybe just a girl. &lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful that when we got home both kids showered, Big girl finished homework, Big boy played and listened, they both ate and before long both were sleeping soundly.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am thankful for my marshmallows and hot chocolate and my cool whistling tea pot/kettle thingy. &lt;br /&gt;9. I am thankful it did not wake the kids.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am thankful for TV and DVR so even when said kids are not sleeping when I need them to I can still watch my shows, and fast foward through commercials what could be better than that??&lt;br /&gt;11. I am thankful for having a computer so I can blog and remind myself there are so many things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am thankful for the air I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am thankful for the clothes on my back.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am thankful for the food in my home.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am thankful for my life as insane, hectic, mind boggling and just insane as it is daily, because I get to live it day by day with my family by my side every step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5606394315189654906?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5606394315189654906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5606394315189654906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5606394315189654906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5606394315189654906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3718095440885723030</id><published>2009-11-04T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:46:10.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SvHljpFrrmI/AAAAAAAAAek/4q8c36JHwf4/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SvHljpFrrmI/AAAAAAAAAek/4q8c36JHwf4/s320/DSC01168.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SvHmNwUMlRI/AAAAAAAAAes/FeVHToPq6ek/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SvHmNwUMlRI/AAAAAAAAAes/FeVHToPq6ek/s320/DSC01182.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We treated till out feet were swollen. we then went out with friends and had a fun adult night. I love Halloween it is always so much fun. Sadly I do not have any pictures of myself all dressed up but I was dressed up and I had a blast. &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/4394772866099132124-3718095440885723030?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3718095440885723030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3718095440885723030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3718095440885723030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3718095440885723030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/SvHljpFrrmI/AAAAAAAAAek/4q8c36JHwf4/s72-c/DSC01168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-1411651566074801137</id><published>2009-10-30T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:33:18.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many thoughts working through my brain</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the memorial. It was a nice time. I guess you could say. I mean how nice is a memorial for someone who has passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We heard about my father in law ans his clutter. &lt;br /&gt;- We heard he was a collector.&lt;br /&gt;-We heard he was a wonderful man. (because let's be honest someone would say different at a memorial and if someone would say different would they be the person you choose to speak about said person.)&lt;br /&gt;-We heard he traveled.&lt;br /&gt;-We heard he had a love for boating.&lt;br /&gt;-He retired when Steve was a&amp;nbsp; very very young boy.&lt;br /&gt;-He sold yaghts for a living.&lt;br /&gt;-He thought little boats are for little people.&lt;br /&gt;-He was a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;-He had a safari best that held everything. seriously no lie anything you ever needed especially pens.&lt;br /&gt;-He collected everything. Literally everything even those sticks from the cheese and cracker things. &lt;br /&gt;-He never said no!!! OK here is when the problem arose. He did say no many of times to Steve and myself and our children. Steve would call Dad can we come over today! No. What about next weekend? No See the trend. It was a hard memorial. I cried I laughed. Steve just sat and then spoke and made me cry a little more. Steve was honest and did not speak on false word. He did not speak of how close he and his Father were because that would be a lie. He did not speak of all the wonderful times they had together because then he would need to edit out some of the truth and turn it into a lie. He went online and found a poem and he read it. Word for word as he choked up because it was hard to hear himself saying words that he knew where forever true and he could never take back or change the relationship he now spoke of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddened me I asked my children tell me a memory of Grandpa and they have none. I hope that you can all make memories with your children everyday. Memories are so important and if nothing else this has taught me that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-1411651566074801137?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/1411651566074801137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=1411651566074801137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1411651566074801137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/1411651566074801137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-thoughts-working-through-my-brain.html' title='Many thoughts working through my brain'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-3031217060887560582</id><published>2009-10-29T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:23:13.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday/"Memorial" Day</title><content type='html'>So today was the memorial service for my father in law. It was a hard day. It was not until 7p.m. and the day seemed to go on forever until 2:30 when the kids got home from school. Then the hustle and bustle of homework and showers and getting kids ready and getting adults ready and getting out the door. All while getting the kids fed because what other time can they eat but now. Oh it has been a hard day but one we will work through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-3031217060887560582?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/3031217060887560582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=3031217060887560582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3031217060887560582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/3031217060887560582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursdaymemorial-day.html' title='Thursday/&quot;Memorial&quot; Day'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-5101187293159166912</id><published>2009-10-25T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:19:52.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>&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;Steve once said why do people cry at funerals? You are born to die. I thought it was so impersonal and rude and crude and nasty and just emotionless. I couldnt believe this was the man I was married to. Then it happened death hit very close to us. My loving husbands Father passed away after 4 years of being sick and in and out of hospitals. It was horible and wonderful all at the same time. Jorrible because death is just horrible but wonderful because he is finally out of pain. &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; I cant go into a huge speech about my late father in law. Sadly I did not know much of him. DH was the black sheep of the family so to speak. Due to this we were never close with my in-laws and only saw them but three times a year. It was still hard to hear of his passing. Sadly Dh was emotionless and his comment was but people are born to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-5101187293159166912?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/5101187293159166912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=5101187293159166912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5101187293159166912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/5101187293159166912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394772866099132124.post-8851537424306868756</id><published>2009-10-23T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:11:32.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second JHS reunion. I went I saw I left. I understand the reunion concept and all but when you have a reunion and it is in a bar and you can't hear over the music (as good as said music may be), and it is to dark to see faces. What type of a reunion is it. I give the girl who put it together credit, but next time let's have it someplace where we can see eachother and speak to eachother and actually reunite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever been to a reunion? if so how long since you had been in school, work or whatever else you were reuniting for? Where was it thrown at? Did you help organize it? I ask because I want to throw something together so that I am not throwing stones about it and I am actually helping it. I think a rec. room or someplace would be a good idea and we can all speak and enjoy eachother's comany while also seeing eachother's faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394772866099132124-8851537424306868756?l=carribear0620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/feeds/8851537424306868756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4394772866099132124&amp;postID=8851537424306868756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8851537424306868756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4394772866099132124/posts/default/8851537424306868756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribear0620.blogspot.com/2009/10/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Carri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140937484592733947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMen5VczI0Q/S1e2llA4PBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1yiFawPlfGo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
