tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32343534650478317132024-02-19T04:38:29.937-08:00Here we go...This blog is filled with whatever I decide to blab about. I love all my family members and friends so since you cannot be here to fully witness the spectacles or theatrics...I will tell all...maybe even show all.
So hold on cause here we go...~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.comBlogger279125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-86310875175913659712012-08-30T19:00:00.000-07:002012-08-31T05:47:43.000-07:00MAGIC MIKE?A short time ago, a couple of friends of mine and I decided we wanted to make it a girls night out.<br />
We had drinks at a friend's house early . The night was going smoothly at this point, and we had planned to see Magic Mike.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (I know ladies and gents, I know. Please try to contain your "EXCITE" ment).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">When the time came to go to the theater, we found that all the showings were SOLD OUT!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">We scrambled to another theater, SOLD OUT!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Uh, What's going on here? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">We didn't realize how many women in the valley were sitting in theater seats at THAT moment. 3 of those seats should have been OURS! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That movie was sold out for quite awhile.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">By the time my friends and I decided to watch the movie, I felt like we were getting sloppy tenths and I'm pretty sure some of their man-parts weren't THAT low when the movie first came out.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">No, I'm serious.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">We got to see the movie at the dollar cinema where we only paid $1.50. I took a whole $5. I was happy I had money left over to stick in some one's undies!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know I should be ecstatic about a group of men who like to gyrate in their less than undies to some crazy music I'm sure is playing in the background. At first, I was mesmerized by their <strike> package </strike> stage performance, but then I started noticing women being dragged on stage as if they reaaaaallllyyy didn't want to go (yeah right). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then, they put her on a chair and would proceed to grind their ass up and down the woman's body. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm sure some women like this kind of fore-play but I'm not seeing a whole lot of pleasure from the women. I'm not even getting any pleasure watching it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">AND THEN..., and you're not gonna believe THIS, they turn around and begin to <strike> suffocate</strike> dry hump her face. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">NO KIDDING!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I SHIT YOU NOT!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every scene like that (and believe me, there were a lot of them) had me thinking to myself. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I DO NOT want to go to a male dance review whatever the fuck. I DO NOT want to get poked in the chin, eye, cheek, nose....etc. like those women. I don't think it's cute or sexy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I DID, however, think it was fucking HILARIOUS!!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I laughed throughout the whole movie.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have to warn you though. There were some parts that were utterly disgusting.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">For the love of GOD, why didn't anyone tell me Kevin Nash was going to be in it?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not even a head's up?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I believe someone should have called, texted, faxed, messaged or even smoke signaled to let me know I was in for this crazy surprise.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I thought you guys were my friends!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">NOT SEXY! Not Sexy At All! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ughhh, It pains me to look at him, and I had to see him in a banana hammock? Is there no Mercy?</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">If you women think this chunk of man is sexy, better you than me! </span><br />
I saw this man in action and let me say. I've seen Turtles gyrate faster and sexier than he does.<br />
Poor baby, he was so stiff (and I'm not referring to his member).<br />
There was a stage FULL of half naked men dancing and thrusting and suffocating women and I couldn't take my eyes off the TIN MAN here. Someone needed to lube him up and I, at this time, am choosing to use my "opt-out" option. Thankyouverymuch..<br />
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There was a scene where he is supposed to be seducing a woman "Tarzan Style" but I, personally, would rather have preferred to be left to fend for myself against the gorillas.<br />
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Maybe that's why they left him off the main poster.<br />
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TO TRICK ME!!~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-60170725354653652102012-08-29T10:46:00.001-07:002012-08-29T10:46:23.648-07:00Man-Cave? Really?Okay, soo.....<br />
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Those people who know me, know I like to joke around. Who better to pick on then my patients?<br />
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If you come in with your stories about how you've actually procured a section of your house for your own personal reasons...say...a MAN CAVE, then you deserve to get picked on.</div>
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One day a patient started out with a conversation having <strike> EVERYTHING </strike> NOTHING to do about me, but I happened to be eavesdropping (like always) and I heard the word "Man-cave" and was like..."MAN CAVE?, you have a <i>man cave</i>?"<br />
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Now, my image of a "MAN CAVE" is men gathering together in a club-house-like restored room of any sort (say a garage or tent) where men go to...be Men.<br />
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Okay, so this image DOES include but is not limited to:<br />
Club Houses (in or out of a tree) with "Keep Out" signs, cushion forts and/or chair/kitchen table forts with taped "No Girls Allowed" signs, men walking around in loin cloths, body odor, UGG like boots and dragging around an enormous club.<br />
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I'm not judging! I LOOOVED forts, and clubhouses made of furniture, cushions and bed sheets.<br />
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But this..I feel..is different.<br />
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So I asked, "You have a MAN-CAVE?!"<br />
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Okay...so that wasn't so much asking as it was making a statement but still...<br />
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For those of you who actually "know" me, you know I looooove making therapy fun.<br />
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So, here we have a patient we'll call "Man-Cave". I ask Roque (you remember <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no-she-diint.html">Roque</a>, right?) <--click on link.<br />
Well, when I asked (out of curiosity), what goes on in a "Man-Cave?<br />
I was told, "Manly Things".<br />
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Yeah, like that means anything.<br />
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So, since there was no CLEAR definition of "Manly-Things", I decided to come up with a few exercises for men to do in their "Manly" ways in their MAN CAVES.<br />
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First, we have:<br />
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THE PRINCESS WAVE</div>
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Yes, It's exactly what you think. The position of the elbow should be at 90 degrees and the turning of the wrist so that the hand rotates in the air like so.<br />
If they liked, they could blow kisses or even can show their "GUNS" if they like but they always returned to the Princess Wave.<br />
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Then there's the ever so popular,<br />
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STAYIN ALIVE</div>
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Now, what man doesn't want to pretend they are on a lighted dance floor busting out their moves for all their friends to see?<br />
White suit, disco ball and some dancing boot heels is all you need cause we have the rest here.<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And by "the rest" I mean, me singing "Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' alive. Stayin' alive." right behind you.</span><br />
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Let's not forget, no man would ever be complete leaving therapy without doing:<br />
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You say you want the pink one? No problem, it's all yours.</div>
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You guys think I'm joking, huh?<br />
This is actual therapy and once I have the patient "man" performing the exercises, I like to mention how "MANLY" they look. <br />
I'm telling you, they <strike> want to choke the shit out of me by the end of therapy </strike> LOVE it!<br />
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So, Gentlemen, if you happen to find yourself hurt on the job and in need of physical rehabilitation, I've got a few exercises for ya.<br />
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We'll make our own MAN CAVE! <br />
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Trust me, It'll be FUN!!! <br />
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~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-40285525779264429232012-01-16T18:03:00.000-08:002012-01-17T09:57:41.969-08:00I Miss You..I Miss You.<br /><br />I don't know what happened to us.<br />We used to be so close.<br />We were inseparable.<br />We were soul-mates.<br />All I had to do was think about you and you were there..almost in an instant.<br /><br />Now, I hardly see you.<br />I hardly even know you.<br />I hate it.<br /><br />I feel like we're not even friends.<br />I feel like you've found someone else.<br />I feel like you don't love me anymore.<br />I still love you!!<br />I would do anything for you at any time!<br /><br />Everything and everyone interferes with our chances to be together.<br />I toss and turn at night since you're not there with me.<br />It sucks.<br /><br />Admit it, you've moved on, right?<br />You found someone else who will embrace you the way I used to. Maybe better.<br />People tell me about spending ALL DAY with you.<br />I read about it ONLINE!<br />It's as if they are bragging about being with you.<br />My life feels like Adele songs without you.<br /><br />Please come back to me.<br />I will do my best to make time for you.<br />I will be the best partner EVER! Just like old times.<br />I promise.<br />Okay, so I know you know I can't promise but I will TRY!<br /><br />Don't you love me anymore??<br /><br />I'm begging you,<br /><br />Please, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">SLEEP</span>, come back to me.~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-16770780432140894962012-01-14T11:23:00.000-08:002012-01-14T14:59:40.746-08:00I've got some work to do...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Soooo</span>..... I promised I would try to post more frequently. We all know how my promises play out. I'm gonna do my best this time....Uh,....I promise?<br /><br />Okay, so I better not do the "promise" thing. I just gonna stick with...I'm gonna try. It's gotta be good enough.<br /><br />If not..tough titties.<br /><br />Okay, so I know that over the Christmas Holidays my body decided I was cold and self-insulated. It's not my fault. It wasn't my decision to gain these pounds. My body has a mind all it's own.<br /><br />So, like I said, I am aware of this fact.<br /><br />What I don't need is people pointing it out to me.<br /><br />That's exactly what happened today. Who else is gonna come straight out and tell you about the extra weight you've packed on? Who else is gonna be so brutally honest to you about it? Who has no inhibitions when it comes to letting you know how you've been slacking in the hygiene, grooming, fashion or exercise departments?<br /><br />Guess who...<br /><br />MOM.<br /><br />That's right, she decided today that it was HER job to let me know that I was "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GELLIN</span>".<br />Yeah, folks, and she's not talking about Dr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scholl's</span> ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoR9oFI9W6upbCz6eZwJVO0miTtYYXmnv6uQd8a_xFD33WqBdBfBgtxeVFRyymA4fpLB3r2bTCx2_6l-itJSMtyM8GFqaKuZE22VCfMmAI6M_aVzlXQw8MGXNFxrumMxLYdTqqK3FpHds/s1600/gellin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 68px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoR9oFI9W6upbCz6eZwJVO0miTtYYXmnv6uQd8a_xFD33WqBdBfBgtxeVFRyymA4fpLB3r2bTCx2_6l-itJSMtyM8GFqaKuZE22VCfMmAI6M_aVzlXQw8MGXNFxrumMxLYdTqqK3FpHds/s320/gellin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697578054078520498" border="0" /></a>And she definitely wasn't looking at my feet.<br /><br />I'm feeling the love.<br /><br />Thanks MA!<br /><br />Guess I'm gonna have to head to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wal-Mart</span> today to get a new scale.<br /><br />Now, if you've read the past posts when I was dieting <span style="font-size:78%;">(many, many moons ago..)</span> then you know I HAD a scale. I liked it to cause it Lied to me and made me think I was thin.<br />My scale has met an untimely demise.<br /><br />One of my cats peed on it.<br /><br />Yup, you read that right.<br /><br />I said PEED.<br /><br />I've had lots of animals throughout the years and they've all done some quirky things but this cat is new. Her name is Princess.<br /><br />SHE'S NO PRINCESS!<br /><br />She's peed on my bed, peed and pooped on any article of clothing left on the floor, pooped on the dustpan that was in the kitchen floor and even went so far as to poop in the cat food bowl in the restroom.<br />But now my poor scale was the victim this time.<br /><br />WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL DOES THAT???<br /><br />I do believe she may have some serious problems. I put the cats out so they can do their business but It's like she holds her urine and poop until she's let back in the house.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObnSMmyhXOqUhyphenhyphenc5lcX_YSY77xxwoVQS-cN7pwILNaVvWHGRqhyphenhyphenetJmWYw4TloaA8LoJN4YVjFxjT_w5pIMpnuOru8nJ4vYHxrf-yWOslyNQLMHJfNnC6bDC6qZWxsVGxnk9_xFJekzM/s1600/CAT1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObnSMmyhXOqUhyphenhyphenc5lcX_YSY77xxwoVQS-cN7pwILNaVvWHGRqhyphenhyphenetJmWYw4TloaA8LoJN4YVjFxjT_w5pIMpnuOru8nJ4vYHxrf-yWOslyNQLMHJfNnC6bDC6qZWxsVGxnk9_xFJekzM/s320/CAT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697590119896015202" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like I got some serious training to do...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaHjIhMJ91uE6zkX7l1zwKxvTaKf9Q7HiTbcufYd8axERjFwtZRw_LUzFaysOjJWLcCML7kg5DVf3fpNl4RSZ9kZYdP98EkZR-5aJV7Fu2mEIEnPehTjBvEvkJH6oGTJqp3aakKrEqcw/s1600/250_Benjamin_peeing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaHjIhMJ91uE6zkX7l1zwKxvTaKf9Q7HiTbcufYd8axERjFwtZRw_LUzFaysOjJWLcCML7kg5DVf3fpNl4RSZ9kZYdP98EkZR-5aJV7Fu2mEIEnPehTjBvEvkJH6oGTJqp3aakKrEqcw/s320/250_Benjamin_peeing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697591957615657202" border="0" /></a>If I can't get this problem under control, there's gonna be a situation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAps-tcW6eAowoZ_hHOPZVwrjZ5WgC2p5Gj3Hs917pmp40dQf-YtDyBmTC5QHYwWW_2MnGPCV-OyYXDEXYIuojxrZ_h-AMorP3Q-WhRSa3fh3j79z9QqZqnl8ztTav2K8QRylfQgUKGB4/s1600/CAT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAps-tcW6eAowoZ_hHOPZVwrjZ5WgC2p5Gj3Hs917pmp40dQf-YtDyBmTC5QHYwWW_2MnGPCV-OyYXDEXYIuojxrZ_h-AMorP3Q-WhRSa3fh3j79z9QqZqnl8ztTav2K8QRylfQgUKGB4/s320/CAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697590120102490290" border="0" /></a><br />I'm just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sayin</span>...~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-88453992989584971352012-01-12T17:41:00.000-08:002012-01-12T19:42:21.639-08:00OH NO SHE DI'INT!!Christmas came and went last year and at work there is only one person who likes to decorate and celebrate the way I do. Her name is Lissa. She was going on and on about how shes "The Decorator" and how she's the shit.<br />Well...if you know me, I'm always up for a challenge. So I tell her, "Oh YEAH? Let's have a contest". We tried to get the whole office staff of 11 people involved but everyone else, besides one other guy whose name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Roque</span>, considered the contest unworthy of participation.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Whatev</span>!!<br /><br />I'm on it!<br /><br />I didn't get a pic of her office by the time Christmas rolled around but I can say it was/is "cute".<br />MINE on the other hand was "THE SHIT"!<br />She'd walk by my "area" (cause I really didn't have an "office" per <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">se</span>) and I would taunt her by saying, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wacha</span> think about THAT <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lisssssaaaaaaa</span>" and "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wacha</span> got NOW, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">girliieeeeee</span>?"<br />She would chuckle out loud but I knew she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">SKERD</span>!<br /><br />So here's what I did:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLL6z6CnxYl9ag3IGOwjTDSBDnrkbSiS1dhj_pTiby7iKRz2Ns9By-7mFacIxqX6saS45R8USJmNjqyLYjXtJIiYkdULWaOSYRoRGUBFaV1FA73Fak3ikOiWqeOSnJZl8aaByjoFYqWf0/s1600/IMG_20111207_171837.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLL6z6CnxYl9ag3IGOwjTDSBDnrkbSiS1dhj_pTiby7iKRz2Ns9By-7mFacIxqX6saS45R8USJmNjqyLYjXtJIiYkdULWaOSYRoRGUBFaV1FA73Fak3ikOiWqeOSnJZl8aaByjoFYqWf0/s320/IMG_20111207_171837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696926025718083202" border="0" /></a>Go ahead.<br /><br />Say it.<br /><br />I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">THA</span> SHIT, Right!<br /><br />Yeah, I know.<br /><br />Now that the new year is here and Santa's job is over. I'm smart enough to know that there's no Santa in the North Pole. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">C'mon</span>, a white bearded man in a shop with elves working on making toys? Who would believe that nonsense? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Pfft</span>.<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />Santa is actually roaming the streets of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">McAllen</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD861tK69uDNBW94ieT3RGWo1y-crZUtHpZ9PC8zQeJ3xRXP6grG0TQGHoiQv2dOJk9my1xjAqzNlzi_tBht9Fbxe7hIc0AyWo-KX-9nx7cC5WoJzv2QWZMS3RzVwH39QsP1f2XSdi3JE/s1600/IMG_20120105_092135-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD861tK69uDNBW94ieT3RGWo1y-crZUtHpZ9PC8zQeJ3xRXP6grG0TQGHoiQv2dOJk9my1xjAqzNlzi_tBht9Fbxe7hIc0AyWo-KX-9nx7cC5WoJzv2QWZMS3RzVwH39QsP1f2XSdi3JE/s320/IMG_20120105_092135-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696935744842669282" border="0" /></a>It's too hot for his reindeer to take him anywhere in this valley weather. This isn't exactly "winter weather" they don't like the heat. They like the arctic cold so they leave Santa to fend for himself.<br /><br />Too bad, Santa, too bad.<br /><br />Moving on...<br /><br />So We're moving on to the next holiday which is Valentine's Day and guess what?<br /><br />IT'S ON, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">LISSSSAAAAAA</span>!<br />IT'S <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">OOOONNNNN</span>!<br /><br />Here's what I got so far:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBK2EJuVCPusQLLOj7tLCAza3hyiA3EHhFa-FF7afh17YKoDnyMdmnWtsXNSlUbiaUe7J25w_MK8irQ_oeKFzE_Ast8htDrLnXJdolXrrpjCI4Ez6NsrGUWxla1ux2qoGt5h2678c3A8/s1600/IMG_20120112_135914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBK2EJuVCPusQLLOj7tLCAza3hyiA3EHhFa-FF7afh17YKoDnyMdmnWtsXNSlUbiaUe7J25w_MK8irQ_oeKFzE_Ast8htDrLnXJdolXrrpjCI4Ez6NsrGUWxla1ux2qoGt5h2678c3A8/s320/IMG_20120112_135914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696939721809726770" border="0" /></a>Oh yeah, Baby! Lissa is going DOWN!!!<br /><br />Here I have my interior decorator putting things together for me. His name is Robert and he's THE BEST!!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ok</span>, so he's not <span style="font-style: italic;">actually</span> an interior <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">decorator</span>, he's there to observe so he can gain hours to apply for the PTA program but I had to put him to good use. He was getting sleepy and we can't let THAT happen.)</span><br /><br />We'll just call him my <span style="font-style: italic;">Intern</span>.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Anywhoooo</span>...Lissa is getting jealous because I have help and she's looking to recruit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Roque</span> to help her. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Roque</span> has already volunteered to dress as Cupid to help her cause.<br />Whatever!<br />Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Roque</span>, now when I think about Cupid, I get this image in my head:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKPwryRixFsSYv8t94gJGPgCsFEcBuWBTLSrQCTZ-LASOTCjJioFZ8eKhHZOiFg63ymlL0X9hhTcNFyW5hcT0pcFV7WFljiZ6vo7tmVdW77nZ_rcPBspNbdTTKS-Q0ngXuYPLQ50Bz6w/s1600/old+cupid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKPwryRixFsSYv8t94gJGPgCsFEcBuWBTLSrQCTZ-LASOTCjJioFZ8eKhHZOiFg63ymlL0X9hhTcNFyW5hcT0pcFV7WFljiZ6vo7tmVdW77nZ_rcPBspNbdTTKS-Q0ngXuYPLQ50Bz6w/s320/old+cupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696943512219772114" border="0" /></a>Go right ahead, Lissa!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">BRANG</span> IT!!<br /><br />Don't make me turn Robert into a Cupid also.<br />Two can play that game!<br />This could mean W-A-R!<br /><br />Tomorrow I will post a pic of HER office, Yeah, she has hanging decor but that don't mean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">NUTHIN</span>!!<br /><br />Like I said. It's ON!<br /><br />I was just about to end this post and make it public for you guys but something happened.<br /><br />As I was typing away and twirling my neck all ghetto-like while I listen to Throwback Jams on the Music Choice channel, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Tevin</span> Campbell song came on. I was like, "Oh hell yeah!" I love me some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Tevin</span> Campbell, especially back in the day when he and I were the same age and I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">CRUSHIN</span> on him and I would pretend he was singing to me and that we were gonna get married and grow old together.<br />As the years went on...I sometimes still fascinated about that. <span style="font-size:78%;">(but don't tell nobody)</span><br /><br />Anyway, I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">jammin</span> to his song "Goodbye" and semi-dreaming of those long lost fantasies.<br />Now, anyone who's listened to or seen the Music Choice channels, you know they flash pics of the artist throughout their songs, right? Right.<br /><br />So I'm glancing up periodically and looking at the pics of my past love. He was so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">HAWT</span> back then. I was so infatuated with him and his music.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieY-2q54Hut0Lbf_o2swhR1kv20DW-BmIX9zlkApCxMKztueRTkWTR1CSMa5DK6P67t5OS2ZP4958kIDlp4Uza5U7CRa2L29SAmbewmIukUbm1dqSOEIP3j5YvUuWI-FCNTglrves6cww/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieY-2q54Hut0Lbf_o2swhR1kv20DW-BmIX9zlkApCxMKztueRTkWTR1CSMa5DK6P67t5OS2ZP4958kIDlp4Uza5U7CRa2L29SAmbewmIukUbm1dqSOEIP3j5YvUuWI-FCNTglrves6cww/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951208952539698" border="0" /></a>Yeah, granted, these are pics from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">WAAY</span> back but he's still so cute!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy00URFBVoVrgvl7fBB5FiRiwhJhgl0frPvn_Sa7t3MAZG6_1jKmELwIQ-u70cya-2ci1jS8aBUyxzlm6XB-viovGDIN18yv3CKF9aa3aVKaAUcDXJZK10a2Fr0Oilqexgyd505DcYC4U/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy00URFBVoVrgvl7fBB5FiRiwhJhgl0frPvn_Sa7t3MAZG6_1jKmELwIQ-u70cya-2ci1jS8aBUyxzlm6XB-viovGDIN18yv3CKF9aa3aVKaAUcDXJZK10a2Fr0Oilqexgyd505DcYC4U/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951201001418194" border="0" /></a>As the pics went on he's getting more and more sophisticated and intellectual looking as he ages.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hkxgXnBawePhZ5NIx1bVrXXYZwt38unZAqe42P9wEIs6PQYS0eD5KmDho5cz4P3zK-wzV_tpNY7fOESa5hkwcaLUwOokqf98NWVhsg707WST3xaPCzJSFO1VJuA3q7vyTEt64c-CTEo/s1600/i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hkxgXnBawePhZ5NIx1bVrXXYZwt38unZAqe42P9wEIs6PQYS0eD5KmDho5cz4P3zK-wzV_tpNY7fOESa5hkwcaLUwOokqf98NWVhsg707WST3xaPCzJSFO1VJuA3q7vyTEt64c-CTEo/s320/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951195103476530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0SyJDEBEPoIEh2bsSWRaMkd2tUOIISLFESC_t0bWMaafdxeLi8-IfsJa4RUusTKlxnQfurxmuwsYi7-Ow_jEdQLYxmC2-VaQ4fl2IQHFmUIa7sv-VmDsr-OUj5nQ7m24SJDOXiCDmSo/s1600/v.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0SyJDEBEPoIEh2bsSWRaMkd2tUOIISLFESC_t0bWMaafdxeLi8-IfsJa4RUusTKlxnQfurxmuwsYi7-Ow_jEdQLYxmC2-VaQ4fl2IQHFmUIa7sv-VmDsr-OUj5nQ7m24SJDOXiCDmSo/s320/v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951177402637858" border="0" /></a> OK, Wait....<br /><br />What is this?<br /><br />What just happened there?<br /><br />Did everyone just see that?<br /><br />It looked like a small psychotic break happened to the poor guy. I don't understand, what happened to his boyish good looks and his trendy back-in-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">da</span>-day hairstyles?<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_0u3Gpc2ZjOfaMK_EQbICoUfs73cHKJJkhrvYbTAeObyq_jPV6k0DMDugVfbXrlEVTW0_L85otiUb6VOCxpDe3SMb0KsVnndMkLCDeILtEgcIOgJTqI6q3pH_bagrxFt0hFtzOzyvEU/s1600/n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_0u3Gpc2ZjOfaMK_EQbICoUfs73cHKJJkhrvYbTAeObyq_jPV6k0DMDugVfbXrlEVTW0_L85otiUb6VOCxpDe3SMb0KsVnndMkLCDeILtEgcIOgJTqI6q3pH_bagrxFt0hFtzOzyvEU/s320/n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951174339611122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">OH <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">LAWD</span>!!!</span><br /><br />Say it isn't SO!<br /><br />I'm afraid he's exploded into full on driving the white van with tinted windows around the elementary schools..trolling for the kiddies.<br /><br />(What's that high pitched sound?)<br /><br />Oh wait, that's ME wincing in horror.<br /><br />Goodness people. It took all of my might to unclench myself from my oldest, Dom, who was sitting next to me covering his eyes and looking away.<br /><br />I used to love you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Tevin</span>, but I see what has happened to you as I have married and moved on. I couldn't wait around any longer.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(I'm hoping we never see each other again)</span><br /><br />With that folks....I'm O-U-T!~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-18430173023255312862012-01-12T16:58:00.000-08:002012-01-12T17:29:10.416-08:00It's time to play Catch-Up!Alright folks, I know it's been awhile so I'm going to just point out the important stuff that's been happening lately and then we will ......<br />.<br />.<br />*cough, cough*...<br /><br />ugh...GAG!<br /><br />...sorry folks, my youngest just came in the room and as I was typing I asked him to look for the remotes to my TV. He ran around the room but didn't really find anything and then tried to bolt out of here. I had to stop typing for a min cause I realized he just farted and tried to escape and leave.<br />What the heck was he thinking?<br />YOU KNOW I called him back and called him on it.<br /><br />Geez, that was foul.<br /><br />Ok, so..back on track.<br /><br />A lot has happened over the last year.<br /><br />1. I got a new job. I'm no longer working home health. I'm the head of the physical therapy department in the facility and I have 2 tech working for me. It's an awesome job and the small staff that we have are THE BEST. I have an awesome boss so what more could you ask for??<br /><br />2. I've had some ups and downs with my oldest. Not really going into the details about all the drama here but I WILL say that he's turn over a new leaf (hopefully this is a long term transformation). He's an awesome kids and I love him so no matter what I'm sticking by him. He just needs to continue to be aware that if he fucks up again..there's an ass-whooping in store for him.<br /><br />3. This is the saddest part of the past year. My Dad had been fighting a battle to get his health in order. He suffered a heart attack in July and was able to recover from it. He went through rehab and ultimately ended up in a Veteran's nursing home. We were preparing for him to come home but one day his battle ended in November. I love him. I miss him.<br /><br />4. Angel switched jobs to a job he really enjoys doing the same thing (machine operator) unfortunately, this new job does not come with medical insurance and because he has rheumatoid arthritis, he will need coverage. He's going to have to return to his old job that he hated but has awesome coverage. It sucks and now he will have to be further away from home for longer periods of time.<br /><br />5. I've continued to coach. (I can't remember if I told you about that) I've been coaching Miah's volleyball, basketball and softball teams. It's super fun and I get to yell at the kids. There's no pay because it's voluntary so I throw in the yelling as an added bonus. I haven't had any complaints from the parents and they actually request me. It's all good. Currently it's basketball I will do my best to keep you updated on that.<br /><br />6) Devyn and Miah qualified to go to STATE in summer track. Devyn for the 400 M relay and high jump and Miah for shot put. They were AWESOME and I was a super proud momma! Devyn came in 4th place in his division and Miah got 14. We're going for gold this year!<br /><br />I think that is about it. Like I said, this is a Catch-Up blog.<br /><br />Now I'm gonna get down to business in the next post.~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-253309696533763672011-07-15T09:21:00.000-07:002011-07-15T09:31:23.332-07:00Yes, I'm still alive!HEY EVERYONE!!<br /><br />IT'S ALRIGHT, PEOPLE, I'M ALIVE!<br />YOU CAN CALL OFF THE SEARCH PARTY!!<br /><br />So....<br /><br />What's up? How you guys been? I've been super busy with coaching and work and out of control teens. I've had some obstacles but now I think things are going to be getting back on track.<br /><br />I'm gonna tell you all about it on my next post which will be coming soon....(no promises cause I know I broke that one already) and you know I'm gonna be posting my pics cause I gotta have those!<br /><br />Right now, I'm gonna be getting ready for Miah and Devyn's Regional Track Meet this weekend.<br />I'll tell you all about it when I get back!!~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-77881791943798066352010-11-28T18:47:00.000-08:002010-11-28T19:45:12.706-08:00Happy Birthday Miah!!So, I know I promised <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> birthday post and I know her birthday was earlier this month but I didn't lie....I delayed.<br /><br />Here it is.<br /><br />My baby girl turned 11 on the 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of this month and she wanted a (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nother</span>) slumber party. Who am I to turn down a birthday wish? <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-updatesorry-so-long.html">We did it last year</a>, why not do it again?<br /><br />This time, we invited the whole volleyball team. There are 19 girls on the teams (thank goodness not all of them showed up).<br /><br />Before the party, I was able to get a picture of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> with her two brothers. Aren't they sweet?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbt-kqbhecApEq6S2GIqqC1BjPoxpHgmi4KWgSyc19M79YGNjSd6Trj7G1npvRDAq3nyjJzMvDDLGFEdiH_Azlr3NujQ8nl5bvKQeCMD448eMCHcW8wMmo8z4aBgTjTzFqYHlgWOTRTY/s1600/DSC03352.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544802013816986706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbt-kqbhecApEq6S2GIqqC1BjPoxpHgmi4KWgSyc19M79YGNjSd6Trj7G1npvRDAq3nyjJzMvDDLGFEdiH_Azlr3NujQ8nl5bvKQeCMD448eMCHcW8wMmo8z4aBgTjTzFqYHlgWOTRTY/s320/DSC03352.JPG" /></a> The next few pics are basically the set-up of the table and goodies. Since <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> wanted a Halloween themed party, it was pretty easy to get most of the stuff 50% off.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zb9cMpmQy4QK07PlDcMk7IXNS-jqfa5cgFlIeVYO7oXgNuOdE2eLttzcHMfiU1y91ZoFroyXIqwIAA2rMqwIMDvPo-Kfe_SZpLKdhxKjQyEkrIdDslBqzJQi_zZZKxUzjvxBYpErfzg/s1600/DSC03410.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544802008012934610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zb9cMpmQy4QK07PlDcMk7IXNS-jqfa5cgFlIeVYO7oXgNuOdE2eLttzcHMfiU1y91ZoFroyXIqwIAA2rMqwIMDvPo-Kfe_SZpLKdhxKjQyEkrIdDslBqzJQi_zZZKxUzjvxBYpErfzg/s320/DSC03410.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzFv4E_-iqVJVZbjomQypJxbYoyiBemSaKcOkRQGPhfA2yEHgL-g_fig40rrVXYBy1NR5h_rRGb65Z5oYrlKLmsLVBWYYiMamKCAbgjjL0c_uBEModputc3TFK_z2sJZBrm0RzI_9KyQ/s1600/DSC03394.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544801293542044962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzFv4E_-iqVJVZbjomQypJxbYoyiBemSaKcOkRQGPhfA2yEHgL-g_fig40rrVXYBy1NR5h_rRGb65Z5oYrlKLmsLVBWYYiMamKCAbgjjL0c_uBEModputc3TFK_z2sJZBrm0RzI_9KyQ/s320/DSC03394.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgNAslMqFxtsR-lamN1rmBFDS6a-x-De_VmbEf5BuULfJFnZLIUO72WpE5tNBBbeqdOjFhff6DSVmFBUVv6mY2qZpe4WjTbQXlS2DnMjFcRFyzqT5xWc-8pBF7Ro6DDg-AbllC07yRAY/s1600/DSC03393.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544801289287048802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgNAslMqFxtsR-lamN1rmBFDS6a-x-De_VmbEf5BuULfJFnZLIUO72WpE5tNBBbeqdOjFhff6DSVmFBUVv6mY2qZpe4WjTbQXlS2DnMjFcRFyzqT5xWc-8pBF7Ro6DDg-AbllC07yRAY/s320/DSC03393.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBK8J91oZ3Lhj1ghOPjOSZoQshueyLTV1u__VimhNeSfPrjDI0jnwxXdIlB2Pw_F_urd7ZHTyc6zTATCuaNm7DY60fr2esKmJbjh23vsbWEuqOdmteL_EzBukI7tiSz7MHG0Vspowc8w/s1600/DSC03392.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544801281455680658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBK8J91oZ3Lhj1ghOPjOSZoQshueyLTV1u__VimhNeSfPrjDI0jnwxXdIlB2Pw_F_urd7ZHTyc6zTATCuaNm7DY60fr2esKmJbjh23vsbWEuqOdmteL_EzBukI7tiSz7MHG0Vspowc8w/s320/DSC03392.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FCpUFoX9vIqNbmSLhx9mKYijKAgOFJtKBKwKqsGhUkNJG1zfdAST_ychZ6x8cW1tfpGTYS06HTj-rj6QOpkCgDWGovGl3KlT3teUcspgHqPpK2NxEyaxo6lHmzYuffVzA8eUSx2Xfjc/s1600/DSC03391.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544801278819165378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FCpUFoX9vIqNbmSLhx9mKYijKAgOFJtKBKwKqsGhUkNJG1zfdAST_ychZ6x8cW1tfpGTYS06HTj-rj6QOpkCgDWGovGl3KlT3teUcspgHqPpK2NxEyaxo6lHmzYuffVzA8eUSx2Xfjc/s320/DSC03391.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> made himself part of the party throughout the whole night. He was singing on the microphone while the girls played rock band.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4uEEpEk5hwGqgn6Mb0ekzNIue2oK6E-7OXaKdYOwC7G6BelrZ-2TKo5sC-d-mdijGUiu9qROyTqmt4pX4E9U135CibDH8FicVU3KCiPTxS1zT1l82qczGplUsx-EONHakCJGSqNun-Q/s1600/DSC03422.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544801270400402482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4uEEpEk5hwGqgn6Mb0ekzNIue2oK6E-7OXaKdYOwC7G6BelrZ-2TKo5sC-d-mdijGUiu9qROyTqmt4pX4E9U135CibDH8FicVU3KCiPTxS1zT1l82qczGplUsx-EONHakCJGSqNun-Q/s320/DSC03422.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEhNOj2dRBExRZhbkEMN0eYsaTkgCzGyMrrfwTvRrhe6AfaZSdQbyzpJWz4QO7HWaMygPZu6KOnwfKkKxcetoOdlgyuGSBAXJQnW6oiZByHmGNRLbSVUpuqdXWBR9lKUk8WkzjMc2ATE/s1600/DSC03421.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544800056910370914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEhNOj2dRBExRZhbkEMN0eYsaTkgCzGyMrrfwTvRrhe6AfaZSdQbyzpJWz4QO7HWaMygPZu6KOnwfKkKxcetoOdlgyuGSBAXJQnW6oiZByHmGNRLbSVUpuqdXWBR9lKUk8WkzjMc2ATE/s320/DSC03421.JPG" /></a> The girls were all over the place. I'm not sure if you can see but there is another big screen TV past all of the girl's heads where they can play the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wii</span> and there is a large TV in front of them to play the regular <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Xbox</span> and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Playstation</span> 2.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV1xc1UOgAVQ-AH6r9JyCsKM74Fkl2R1IMc3o2_wpae3cJdxL2SUy0xBCjh261VG3oKGzmeyYBz9DxUejFgHXkLzIFQdIk6QlPmUEGEUGbHitxJ0tlpU_5c67kdE_hTvrGVBbhNVnhNU/s1600/DSC03419.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544800053349233714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV1xc1UOgAVQ-AH6r9JyCsKM74Fkl2R1IMc3o2_wpae3cJdxL2SUy0xBCjh261VG3oKGzmeyYBz9DxUejFgHXkLzIFQdIk6QlPmUEGEUGbHitxJ0tlpU_5c67kdE_hTvrGVBbhNVnhNU/s320/DSC03419.JPG" /></a> This Big screen TV had the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Xbox</span> 360 and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">kinect</span>. The girls danced <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ALLLL</span> NIGHT! It was a never ending Lady Gaga song night too...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbXit2HGyY0iOYmKAhCg5TYFUZzTV2z6s5d1uN3mLSjq6Pk_kRlPeOiR7Q1ZZTrK_Pw5LDx9dLnpPYkE06_iFZ5HKjGbXACr5OLgOtZZ8pBmWhM_jcFAFsJ7ojR6Lgmv3fpzDePbAdBg/s1600/DSC03416.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544800051182469474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbXit2HGyY0iOYmKAhCg5TYFUZzTV2z6s5d1uN3mLSjq6Pk_kRlPeOiR7Q1ZZTrK_Pw5LDx9dLnpPYkE06_iFZ5HKjGbXACr5OLgOtZZ8pBmWhM_jcFAFsJ7ojR6Lgmv3fpzDePbAdBg/s320/DSC03416.JPG" /></a> I passed out before the girls did and sometime around 5 am I got up to check on them and this is how they were laid out...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjhgofZe0aEQfx3gHOltcTCQ0P4r9EGTEJXMCwyOW702g-17ppxiA5EQZNFhBuGz3g7VmWpUy7bZCKmRc2Lk7l2bcv8B3aeTo9GLzxHo4WrY2HNvLoRjvuzF-bzS61HG1jB_ISsQMtho/s1600/DSC03436.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544800029572308258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjhgofZe0aEQfx3gHOltcTCQ0P4r9EGTEJXMCwyOW702g-17ppxiA5EQZNFhBuGz3g7VmWpUy7bZCKmRc2Lk7l2bcv8B3aeTo9GLzxHo4WrY2HNvLoRjvuzF-bzS61HG1jB_ISsQMtho/s320/DSC03436.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBo-lOvJjw1ZWPN1dX4lP8Z6uLCbzcdliwkoNf6KbatmULHakhgUV2MiOrM2TrgcAB1GvyrUBEAKW-i5oJ3rlXZaoIkTqk0r_hO0K5lGa5atXKgQS_S8NzYkor2RvyzVYnGRbHAp_UehQ/s1600/DSC03437.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544800017712138786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBo-lOvJjw1ZWPN1dX4lP8Z6uLCbzcdliwkoNf6KbatmULHakhgUV2MiOrM2TrgcAB1GvyrUBEAKW-i5oJ3rlXZaoIkTqk0r_hO0K5lGa5atXKgQS_S8NzYkor2RvyzVYnGRbHAp_UehQ/s320/DSC03437.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7rV59-saOwdV6G9Ax7bQzVYgU_0-4AM38fJ2vkrGbKwn6I26teB6rMLGzW-_D6PnHbVRuV7jHp2clTu5WQlnB5oVZ4UwlNAn7cE4LQVPha0Vn5p0l4c0xIIk5gpA2FsIOp2PNOVcD9s/s1600/DSC03438.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544798950723337490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7rV59-saOwdV6G9Ax7bQzVYgU_0-4AM38fJ2vkrGbKwn6I26teB6rMLGzW-_D6PnHbVRuV7jHp2clTu5WQlnB5oVZ4UwlNAn7cE4LQVPha0Vn5p0l4c0xIIk5gpA2FsIOp2PNOVcD9s/s320/DSC03438.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C2es9N6Q1L1UM5Sx4JjnW_93GWnWsQ2VKiZBhC7lz9bWGR0XuGfYGtD90-Jj3BwfZeeKxbi9U2HMzAq2Wsx2wpzHNqPsy3AXc0HFWscxzDCPU_iTrCfFB3Q4OiGTR4toForBIGU_USw/s1600/DSC03439.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544798942948395714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C2es9N6Q1L1UM5Sx4JjnW_93GWnWsQ2VKiZBhC7lz9bWGR0XuGfYGtD90-Jj3BwfZeeKxbi9U2HMzAq2Wsx2wpzHNqPsy3AXc0HFWscxzDCPU_iTrCfFB3Q4OiGTR4toForBIGU_USw/s320/DSC03439.JPG" /></a> Yes, that is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> passed out with the girls.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuPS_oTtVPYgKEG8JIaE3T-vczAdE50UMdgus_Tf37gLolJiXcQQPuO5PbapVvFLfWOZa_QtugNTZdoNmh5PKK9d-b_T7YYOiYdJnVEi0R4I8uXOmzOCE8kxXkl28a3Q9sMb8SbEOy94/s1600/DSC03440.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544798938664375602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuPS_oTtVPYgKEG8JIaE3T-vczAdE50UMdgus_Tf37gLolJiXcQQPuO5PbapVvFLfWOZa_QtugNTZdoNmh5PKK9d-b_T7YYOiYdJnVEi0R4I8uXOmzOCE8kxXkl28a3Q9sMb8SbEOy94/s320/DSC03440.JPG" /></a> The next morning one of the girls mentioned that they still had the gingerbread Halloween houses that weren't made.....so...BREAKFAST!!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2biN1bVbrNDev-cK3WMe8IJh-rR5sR-Is4oz6y3_VqFvkMepukwk-Y8K7CUYvpWYO2iMJKiLAqwheo_PSxrsnRuYsJpniizLuyOGPhHe-GYB7S-cgGSiBMftghvZs9HOQPD-vGAHQQgE/s1600/DSC03445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544798923493321810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2biN1bVbrNDev-cK3WMe8IJh-rR5sR-Is4oz6y3_VqFvkMepukwk-Y8K7CUYvpWYO2iMJKiLAqwheo_PSxrsnRuYsJpniizLuyOGPhHe-GYB7S-cgGSiBMftghvZs9HOQPD-vGAHQQgE/s320/DSC03445.JPG" /></a> Good thing there were 3 of the houses!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREUZWZmYKM5ybAxFP4USNnn9wrxIa4bB0_arE6FokyFuBgdwGtsyhDrv2Txjt5TdB1pk1Nvf-v3yhgtZDZtImMl8rVWt_5f3SbN8HzAa3iEgfY04TUpjde6e_6ds2xFLMdzXi4H1AnWA/s1600/DSC03446.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544798920425228498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREUZWZmYKM5ybAxFP4USNnn9wrxIa4bB0_arE6FokyFuBgdwGtsyhDrv2Txjt5TdB1pk1Nvf-v3yhgtZDZtImMl8rVWt_5f3SbN8HzAa3iEgfY04TUpjde6e_6ds2xFLMdzXi4H1AnWA/s320/DSC03446.JPG" /></a> Yeah, I know, just like last year where they had cake and ice cream for breakfast. What can I say?....</div><br /><div>Unfortunately, a few of the girls weren't able to stay the night so their parent picked them up around 10 pm. OF COURSE, that didn't stop them from talking their parents into BRINGING THEM BACK the next morning cause that is exactly what happened. There they were, at the door, ready to dance some more. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0OnrLaP6loy65HNaLDx-b1KzLBst203r4S_s91zXuqr8cuO92bWuVCkjTVMtswTwKEP9E0fsteXJNPGafr4gOivE7t1U_KOv0v-wAtVIrgo9Ma5jb3zmpNDvmZIZQ1zwpk0nj98t06I/s1600/DSC03414.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544806738779724066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0OnrLaP6loy65HNaLDx-b1KzLBst203r4S_s91zXuqr8cuO92bWuVCkjTVMtswTwKEP9E0fsteXJNPGafr4gOivE7t1U_KOv0v-wAtVIrgo9Ma5jb3zmpNDvmZIZQ1zwpk0nj98t06I/s320/DSC03414.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> was not embarrassed to be performing in front of the girls at all. He wanted to be the center of attention even though it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> party. Guess we're gonna have to have a sleep-over for his party...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UkmXvPxj1yrc8CSx1928IzKTmyWkB-rG_2Xo4MG5iP7gn68reqm4Qw9kceC5Y3TV-Dpzb4pp2E_HTOBffwWdJpIj5drzXtiXQhkjKYEim6eh0IvL0Y2g33Ss8F7AKIKqSyTI5nSquXQ/s1600/DSC03448.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544807914883263586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UkmXvPxj1yrc8CSx1928IzKTmyWkB-rG_2Xo4MG5iP7gn68reqm4Qw9kceC5Y3TV-Dpzb4pp2E_HTOBffwWdJpIj5drzXtiXQhkjKYEim6eh0IvL0Y2g33Ss8F7AKIKqSyTI5nSquXQ/s320/DSC03448.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqxH1HFwYraMAn_BrqA4IVQnvDEXl71Kgf0UQBAe-JPOAWfu8LtPwImOdzbXgQtMPqrS1qwdQo4MJcE7kR9w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzs0jouHJIoK64Iib6ew9_kFXVpLYjkaG_naZOp4mf9K664CqJq63g_IF7oXm5kwPXsWw_r4lxVXk8IcjyEVQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>As a bonus, I've put an embarrassing video of me dancing to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kinect</span>. If you listen closely, you will hear the comments that my volleyball girls say. They were cracking me up.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='323' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIRH_BmwRrlakU_wAZA3zcZFl_93IzTuyqhoGLeVbx7ZUDQjFYpDegxXF0-2ZFRQ2B4lJe27pQhCnBpJHbAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>All in all...I would say it was a great birthday for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span>.</p><p>I LOVE YOU <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">MIAH</span>!!</p>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-16416454979416018442010-11-05T22:23:00.000-07:002010-11-05T23:06:06.711-07:00Promises...promises...I know I promised a Halloween post...and it's coming...promise<span style="font-size:78%;">...(again).</span><br /><br />Right now, I've been dead tired. I know I can't blame it on work because we all know that my work really isn't the issue. I'm tired of running around...all day, I'm tired of being on my feet...all day, and I would really like to just stay in bed and sleep....(yes, say it with me folks, all together now....)"ALL DAY".<br /><br />But we know that isn't going to happen. I am able to get small cat naps here and there. I have to set my alarm to wake me up so that I don't miss the next what's next on my agenda. Which is usually coaching, picking up the kids, buying stuff (yes, unnecessary stuff) and just making sure the kids have what they need.<br /><br />I just recently (yesterday) went and purchased the Xbox 360 Kinect. I don't usually buy game consoles. I let my brother Bobby give them to me cause he has an abundance (and cause he loves me...). But something told me he wasn't going to be sending one my way any time soon.<br /><br />Anyway, I went to Best Buy, bought it, brought it home and stuck it in the closet.<br /><br />Why the closet?<br /><br />Cause I don't like to be bothered hooking anything up.<br /><br />I usually let Dominique take care of all the installations.<br /><br />Come to find out, it was super easy.<br /><br />Hell yeah, it was super easy...cause Dom did it!<br /><br />I watched the kids play and I was intrigued. They were laughing and moving and jumping around playing the game. Looked like a lot of fun.<br /><br />I'll wait until the kids aren't around before I try it out.<br /><br />Sure enough, today while the kids were in school and my mom was here at the house, I tried it.<br /><br />Let me tell you, that game is the S-H-I-T!<br /><br />I played 2 levels on just one of the games on there and I was tired and out of breath. This knocks the Wii fit and all the other games on it OUT OF THE PARK!<br /><br />My legs were flying, knees bending, arms swinging all over the place, squating, jumping, turning, tired and finally...out of breath (nope, not talking about sex here). <div></div><br />I know this video doesn't do much justice but it's an example of how easy the game really is.<br /><br />This is my mom.<br /><br />She's playing the game for the very first time. She didn't realize I was behind her with the camera.<br /><br />Check it out:<br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwqgxctSqA1fphne-2PiT0qRV4d4O-TkfrvOCv3Z8Jqbusnq1stzgSoN5K0kCurxUOZxYxv9Dw2BEvAZwHfUA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>Yeah, she was right. I stopped filming and ran straight to my laptop and uploaded it for all the world to see.</p><p>It's honestly a good workout. I highly recommend it. I'm gonna be in shape in no time. Of course, I'll be doing this in private while the kids are at school cause Devyn mentioned how uncoordinated I was in my "old age".</p><p>Whatev....I'm about to have some BUNS OF STEEL!! <span style="font-size:78%;">(I'd settle for some less droopy boobs but I don't think this game performs miracles).</span></p><p>Miah had her 11th Birthday today so you know what's coming!</p><p>BIRTHDAY POST!!</p><p>I'm gonna put all that together with the Halloween post because she wants her party to be "Halloween Themed" Hey, better for me. I can keep my decorations up longer (mainly cause I'm too lazy to take them down).</p><p>She's also going to have a slumber party. This year I think there will be more girls since we invited all of the Volleyball team to sleep over (where the heck am I going to put all these bodies?).</p><p>Anyway, that's something to look forward to.</p><p>Right now, I need to take my ass to sleep. I have 3 (count them...THREE) games in the morning and then the party in the evening, Gonna be a loooooong weekend.</p><p>I can almost guarantee that this is what I will look like by the time I publish this post: </p><p> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJsvSb6OhCdtzx56BVvSgMqknGO8oiFY9sRFoWcvSBTQXkOcicehUStn1WqFjwEPYJxZhF4kR8PuVFOg-JJGbGPVut5H42dmMv8ebmOFgMiXVaLFrUUbof-c5kz58xlow5RiVX96ege0/s1600/domain_modeling_makes_me_tired_too_be_continued%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536312395134492658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJsvSb6OhCdtzx56BVvSgMqknGO8oiFY9sRFoWcvSBTQXkOcicehUStn1WqFjwEPYJxZhF4kR8PuVFOg-JJGbGPVut5H42dmMv8ebmOFgMiXVaLFrUUbof-c5kz58xlow5RiVX96ege0/s320/domain_modeling_makes_me_tired_too_be_continued%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-85048532117549488872010-10-27T21:16:00.000-07:002010-10-27T22:16:50.178-07:00<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532947747188188098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZHtDHkt3x47g28rQfUD4Gvf1-EY_RcpcKh7PaKbD0L4aqC2KvUvJ_VP-3Ggws5WNAILoINlgLUTa755YO_J2HjRS85Tazlu10dnDn1IdTEh6p9adLqDf1lpzpNjDhPKDgN93GVJoryA/s320/3e3f1cfdd3aedfb3eb2b0e45eb719d7e.image.475x475%5B1%5D.gif" />Wondering what got me started coaching Volleyball?<br /><br />Let me lay it out for you...<br /><br />One day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> came to me with a permission slip for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Vball</span>. She said she wanted to play. I have been actively been trying to keep my kids busy throughout the year with athletics in order to keep them in shape and to prevent them from getting bored/lazy (like me).<br /><br />I've always encouraged my kids to try any and everything that catches their interest. My philosophy is...you won't know if you like it or are even good at it unless you try.<br />So, they try...and I pay for each and every registration that comes across my lap.<br /><br />Right now, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> is playing flag football (which he wanted to combine with soccer but the time frames would have overlapped) and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> is playing Volleyball.<br /><br />I went to the Boys and Girls Club to register <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> and the staff informed me that they were looking for parent volunteers to coach the girls for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> school. Come to find out, the surrounding schools are getting a head start on athletics and they aren't waiting until middle school. Elementary school is where it's at.<br /><br />I was a little wide eyed and taken back but I asked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> if she really wanted to play. She said, "YES" so I let them know that if the school <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gets</span> enough members to make a team, I would be happy to coach.<br /><br />No, I don't play volleyball on a daily basis (or even a yearly basis).<br />Last time I remember playing was round 7<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> or 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ehhh</span>...what is there to teach? Just fundamentals, right?<br />No big deal...<br /><br />I waited a week, almost two to find out if there were enough students.<br />Finally, I'm told that practice for my "team" would be taking place the following day at the school. I would meet up with the school P.E. coach (who would become my assistant coach) and we would get started.<br /><br />I was happy to find out that we had a team.<br />Total girls on my team...19 girls.<br />They had to divide my girls into 2 teams. So...now, I have double the responsibility.<br /><br />Practice has been good. Only took me about 3 weeks to learn <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every one's</span> names. (gulp)<br />I think I'm more excited during the games than the girls are.<br /><br />I'm the type of parent who will do anything for their kids. I think I'm liking this coaching thing...<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />We started decorating our house about a week ago for <span style="color:#ff6600;">HALLOWEEN!!!</span><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ya'll</span> know how I love my holidays!<br />My mom used to always decorate and I wanted to pass that memory on to my kids.<br /><br />Here's what the house looks like so far. I still need to get my dang pumpkin carved ( I mean, I still need to purchase that damn pumpkin).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu9YszfVyHf6PlbuDYC6pfaMmIdJVPHWdZIgqm34L6owwgNxuBjEU-h2iVACqmlZvCuf5LegSa12_bRFHcts9URdkvuV9tVyFuaj4DUx_wF9YL2LjJ9fvXEYY9Ip-Bq9LKMu2U22uGmg/s1600/DSC03071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532947236676188818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu9YszfVyHf6PlbuDYC6pfaMmIdJVPHWdZIgqm34L6owwgNxuBjEU-h2iVACqmlZvCuf5LegSa12_bRFHcts9URdkvuV9tVyFuaj4DUx_wF9YL2LjJ9fvXEYY9Ip-Bq9LKMu2U22uGmg/s320/DSC03071.JPG" /></a> Here are some graves that I haven't finished. I haven't put up the tombstones yet because it's been windy and they get knocked down.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpouqN3t4xQQFm8WCJXxuATtb_glHtgK6-nC6b_iJmicm4FsS7vx13ljDXSHfZnZZdgoMDjI8r_TpKjjiF6JuEasDh6ZDSrCwLyK8cgRc8wwqZD3eHixDQAGYB1Xq-au26m5GPXYYlKc/s1600/DSC03069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532947233631664258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpouqN3t4xQQFm8WCJXxuATtb_glHtgK6-nC6b_iJmicm4FsS7vx13ljDXSHfZnZZdgoMDjI8r_TpKjjiF6JuEasDh6ZDSrCwLyK8cgRc8wwqZD3eHixDQAGYB1Xq-au26m5GPXYYlKc/s320/DSC03069.JPG" /></a> Dom usually helps me put up the decor.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMjpl_Z4hXZfaeOutd8xW5yHF-OlY0-i1s2TNibdcMXr5dKZgnYrQpTsakF-cWQfW_OR1sqw7sruaCEbRT3bCr3yHVdh4165HBdKCDWJc13B3mVfd2VzSv__omlF0oQtw4ZrjliWnuP8/s1600/DSC03068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532947226403354450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMjpl_Z4hXZfaeOutd8xW5yHF-OlY0-i1s2TNibdcMXr5dKZgnYrQpTsakF-cWQfW_OR1sqw7sruaCEbRT3bCr3yHVdh4165HBdKCDWJc13B3mVfd2VzSv__omlF0oQtw4ZrjliWnuP8/s320/DSC03068.JPG" /></a>This year, instead of putting the spider on the ground, I secured it on the side of the house like it was crawling. Its electric so the legs move.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHsMyV1Zx6ZUTwBTdCuWb09QaRSJ62iHUlXFBqhfeLO6x2q61IAhMsnrikNrRNi9TwsinRc_exi1XF9AZbQ2AcJyvicHnIq5XmpBrnFwM5U6fU4RYFdLqKJL6OJYdlVJtEXfDKTQ2nsM/s1600/DSC03067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532947221044787570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHsMyV1Zx6ZUTwBTdCuWb09QaRSJ62iHUlXFBqhfeLO6x2q61IAhMsnrikNrRNi9TwsinRc_exi1XF9AZbQ2AcJyvicHnIq5XmpBrnFwM5U6fU4RYFdLqKJL6OJYdlVJtEXfDKTQ2nsM/s320/DSC03067.JPG" /></a> Here we have most of the decor put up. Once we finish it all, I will post more pics.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="center">Last, but not least, on Tuesday <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> ran track for his elementary school. He was 1 of 4 people in the 4<span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">00</span> meter relay. He's the first leg. Here's the video. He's counting down the days till May when they do the cross-country race. My boy loves to run.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div></div><br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxa5ape93wmit7Hh5BRbKjznYkq1Wc8Dne0xAESk1PSuWw-bgXkHD7ob64IyhVU65VOIOedt4LvfwwxDhUnTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">That's it for now. I'll be back after <span style="color:#ff6600;">Halloween</span>!!</div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1067664101364218272010-10-18T21:11:00.000-07:002012-11-16T13:38:40.090-08:00Happy Birthday It's also my awesome husband's birthday!! Happy Birthday! I Love you with all my heart and I wish we could spend this day together.<br />
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Now, with that being said...<br />
I'm not going to go into how old I am. That's just not lady-like (or some shit like that).<br />
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So, what do I want to post about on my birthday?<br />
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Do I want to do picture post like I do with the kids?<br />
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Ehh...not really.<br />
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I had mentioned to my brother some time back about some stories that Miah had written.<br />
I decided to get off of my lazy ass, post them and get them stored away before something happens to them.<br />
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Here's the deal, Miah doesn't like to be in the spotlight. She pretty much keeps to herself. She's kind of quiet (unless she's in a funny mood).<br />
So when I went to her class during open house and saw stories she had written, on the wall, I was amazed at how her personality is on paper.<br />
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These are a couple of stories she has written that included my brother Bobby. It's the same story but a variation of each other. I guess she was trying to get it right. I don't know which was written first so they are just up in the order I found them.<br />
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Here's Story #1<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFPD755HskFZGH-r6eOODYGAPlnHZfIgJP0CBDRSgQjJ22BHU9ns1_KZsFXll74d2uLeJAPy2Ee2I5KRMzBTTze3R8sUVNHwNMYxUIWwXIkaRZBTZv0ThgUuJRcUQjfA8KcSfKQtxkgI/s1600/MindofMiah.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611031114009282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFPD755HskFZGH-r6eOODYGAPlnHZfIgJP0CBDRSgQjJ22BHU9ns1_KZsFXll74d2uLeJAPy2Ee2I5KRMzBTTze3R8sUVNHwNMYxUIWwXIkaRZBTZv0ThgUuJRcUQjfA8KcSfKQtxkgI/s320/MindofMiah.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 230px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IW_FSUyVxghUXhBE4VT0CwTMekFvnkrjOMSTo7ek5-oi4kygVp9xKGOvOS6sWuZbc2AWNKbSSdcanonAVr6b6MtHas2BOlT6YBNmv4lFjWlDaSHBRrWLX4Ufn4LL41MeNSKa-iB9ork/s1600/MindofMiah2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611021909003394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IW_FSUyVxghUXhBE4VT0CwTMekFvnkrjOMSTo7ek5-oi4kygVp9xKGOvOS6sWuZbc2AWNKbSSdcanonAVr6b6MtHas2BOlT6YBNmv4lFjWlDaSHBRrWLX4Ufn4LL41MeNSKa-iB9ork/s320/MindofMiah2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 232px;" /></a> Here's Story #2<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5Ic6H4HPJ_4uG5AF6XP0AXgFsi2NS6zBJBvssYoZjkC4cjnA-Zuyo8HH1iLRDpQKyks2x-gOPzZremc5Of4QbpJpBfHHzt6Y-jd9c_f4wpZ1pQd-rWntT4Vq6MDf-0SSBDU37POEDEU/s1600/MindofMiah3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611016885437730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5Ic6H4HPJ_4uG5AF6XP0AXgFsi2NS6zBJBvssYoZjkC4cjnA-Zuyo8HH1iLRDpQKyks2x-gOPzZremc5Of4QbpJpBfHHzt6Y-jd9c_f4wpZ1pQd-rWntT4Vq6MDf-0SSBDU37POEDEU/s320/MindofMiah3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 232px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjDfc9P9HN7fxH-QDJZ8GySskuwBXw_4O2n8pyTLTlwkQD5E5bJuf4oCSVLgOJFVPzLqwVyE8aPQwg8InlCp6pVIaC6xEpufono_LVE1rWPpkq98LudWdQO3Mu22DBrsVfL3scFdVmwo/s1600/MindofMiah4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611013363923874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjDfc9P9HN7fxH-QDJZ8GySskuwBXw_4O2n8pyTLTlwkQD5E5bJuf4oCSVLgOJFVPzLqwVyE8aPQwg8InlCp6pVIaC6xEpufono_LVE1rWPpkq98LudWdQO3Mu22DBrsVfL3scFdVmwo/s320/MindofMiah4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 218px;" /></a> </div>
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See what I mean? </div>
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I asked her to write me stories so that I can put them up here and you know what she tells me?</div>
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"I don't like to write."</div>
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I had to stand there for a minute with my mouth open just looking at her in disbelief. </div>
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I said, "What? What do you mean? Have you read your stories?"</div>
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Well...duh.</div>
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I managed to work it out with her teacher so that she will save all the stories for me. I'm gonna post some more in the future. </div>
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For now, you guys have a good one, I'm gonna go and enjoy my piece and quiet on my birthday.</div>
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....until I have to go to work.<br />
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~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7722056771780978722010-10-17T14:30:00.000-07:002010-10-18T05:11:46.486-07:00Here we go...again...Hey Everyone...<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />I think I heard an echo.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.I definitely hear crickets.<br /><br />I knew it, there isn't anyone here.<br />That's alright. It's my fault. I haven't been here in a long time anyway.<br />I'm still going to post an update anyway.<br /><br />So...this is ME!<br />It's been awhile but I pretty much look the same!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTuCmn4NVH2tY-zIeVljVyQZjPPSfYTY0MS9Ybf8IAzK_ZbMwdVd2DoYp4f-o8r6DxoLGDS1PQsxzPQ3eMuwdnVEjqPOZpX9-1AppFISd7JYe3sZveNfCbM-0fuc4WoTahvYTG2GJXaQ/s1600/121229.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529136282564709890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTuCmn4NVH2tY-zIeVljVyQZjPPSfYTY0MS9Ybf8IAzK_ZbMwdVd2DoYp4f-o8r6DxoLGDS1PQsxzPQ3eMuwdnVEjqPOZpX9-1AppFISd7JYe3sZveNfCbM-0fuc4WoTahvYTG2GJXaQ/s320/121229.jpg" /></a><br />The kids are getting much bigger and we have been super busy with sports. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> is currently playing flag football for his elementary school. All of the surrounding elementary schools have started getting the kids involved in sports at an earlier age.<br /><br />Here's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span>. He's pretty awesome!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVa2dvTxfuQsVwKMVX6NkvVtn61PJ539kFvb7eOtVbUNcfClCThOVPdM_vwpa8m1D78rs_zE76eyZ2qYg4wdsnRPSW_nGoBmVP2vLQwiEm4yWPdlBZGHbmdLino9ctLFW4G1vGdxvehM/s1600/2010-09-27+16.59.15-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529136280313510034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVa2dvTxfuQsVwKMVX6NkvVtn61PJ539kFvb7eOtVbUNcfClCThOVPdM_vwpa8m1D78rs_zE76eyZ2qYg4wdsnRPSW_nGoBmVP2vLQwiEm4yWPdlBZGHbmdLino9ctLFW4G1vGdxvehM/s320/2010-09-27+16.59.15-2.jpg" /></a> My baby girl <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span>!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZp5AWgY6nqWkTTD0tVfQxPA20xgXWGZ7O1Jhqb6AjOWovVOxqhXAJlD9St4vIyvlDtq_gcusZHly1sHnSO2u_wlaSn3psaPQez_sGjZOanceDKwfJQ00_rPvMD0kYFFFIXoUw90RycQ/s1600/2010-09-05+18.03.21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529136274097455938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZp5AWgY6nqWkTTD0tVfQxPA20xgXWGZ7O1Jhqb6AjOWovVOxqhXAJlD9St4vIyvlDtq_gcusZHly1sHnSO2u_wlaSn3psaPQez_sGjZOanceDKwfJQ00_rPvMD0kYFFFIXoUw90RycQ/s320/2010-09-05+18.03.21.jpg" /></a> Now, I know you never really expected to see Dom looking like THIS!</div><div>Especially with all the past posts with his <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-minor-changes.html">PURPLE HAIR</a> and his <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-adjust-attitude.html">BLACK JACKET</a> but check him out!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00N0_0ju5ofeL7XyLI2gKzO3xLHdnnTFn67b4mzErZnaDquU5-FxICrx7mDKwM0VvpG2zM47hxaIEnIL1zCx4Bg6j4ttETm3kIszlO9W185mDGaNxc6LcBkGogfY97cvDQW0TPips69A/s1600/DSC02954.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529136255772079826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00N0_0ju5ofeL7XyLI2gKzO3xLHdnnTFn67b4mzErZnaDquU5-FxICrx7mDKwM0VvpG2zM47hxaIEnIL1zCx4Bg6j4ttETm3kIszlO9W185mDGaNxc6LcBkGogfY97cvDQW0TPips69A/s320/DSC02954.JPG" /></a> I've been keeping myself busy staying active in my kid's lives. Here I am, just call me Coach Hernandez. I now work until 2 or 2:30 each day and coach 3-5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade girls volleyball for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> school. This picture only has a few of the girl on the team but now I currently have 19 girls and the school decided to make 2 teams for me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXh6Vno5wzNoDLAIjq15Zal6ETqw4Q1IO2XK736Huw6E1Q2u2vS36tNFwMiNFZMvFt8dnEzgy_kvDdIlDq_gOpeHwx8usPe2tvRWN-_sRrAALVA0ktdM5QEO-UgWsc0H__QmIUrh6uMCw/s1600/DSC02898.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529136238542869826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXh6Vno5wzNoDLAIjq15Zal6ETqw4Q1IO2XK736Huw6E1Q2u2vS36tNFwMiNFZMvFt8dnEzgy_kvDdIlDq_gOpeHwx8usPe2tvRWN-_sRrAALVA0ktdM5QEO-UgWsc0H__QmIUrh6uMCw/s320/DSC02898.JPG" /></a><br />We're at one of the scrimmage games. <div></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529140000555539202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKdS_6cow4JSJuO41hkUv65SbqfaAN1mIz89KL_YZoICpT8IstmTBrCf8YzPxP-ldOwrNk9_vIs8UzfLIRBOQqCJtcV2C8qRcYFBagBG9p4i8RpsMBuZHs59eA9wrBg5G8XkaEyrEBag/s320/2010-10-09+09.07.28.jpg" /><br /><br />This past weekend my girls had were in a tournament. We started at 11 am. We won that game and continued to win the next 5 or 6 games in a row (I lost count) and were finally defeated at the end giving us 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> place overall in the tourney. We didn't finish until 7 PM and the girls were WORN OUT! </div><div>It was one of the best days....ever!<br /><br /><br />Here is a part of a video of one of the games. My team is on the opposite side of the net and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> is the one serving.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGwPwJKXaU1NdnCJ9W5Lbho2LGoZtiwRH0TuFJt4fGE4nj0AoKYQi3rRZP1d9n3Q_uhHts1f0s9qad7y2-Pg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ANYHOO</span>...there's an update on our "activities".</div><br /><div>I'm about to go outside and start putting up my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">halloween</span> decorations. </div><div><br />I LOVE HALLOWEEN!</div><div><br />I'm all about the free candy.</div><div><br />No one really knows that it's the reason I have 3 kids. I needed to increase my army of "candy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">getters</span>" and attack their bags as soon as they get home and pour all the candy out on my bed. </div><div><br />I roll in it sometimes....</div><div><br />...just kidding.....</div><div><br />...well, maybe just a couple of rolls.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-updatesorry-so-long.html">Here's Last year's HALLOWEEN POST. Check it out</a></div><div></div><div><br />I'll be back, let me know what's going on with you guys!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-64487574903253241662010-08-19T22:48:00.000-07:002010-08-19T23:13:26.115-07:00Nothing I hate worse than...Getting ready to prop my happy ass down on the toilet seat and it's...<br /><br />...Lifted.<br /><br />Trust me.<br /><br />Women, you know what I'm talking about, right?!<br /><br />When you are in a mad rush to use the restroom and you are already unbuttoning and unzipping your pants during the mad sprint to the restroom in order to make it to the toilet in adequate time to aim the pee in the toilet and then, to your surprise...<br /><br />..you almost fall in.<br /><br />That feeling of you almost falling in and that unbalanced dance that we do before our asses touch the water cold ass water that sends shivers up (and down) our spine. That crazy kick-your-legs in the air toilet dance that we do.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">C'mon</span>..you know what I mean..<br /><br />Well, maybe not you, me.<br /><br />I almost fell in.<br /><br />Trust me, it's worse when you've been drinking, Dammit!!<br /><br />I'm out-numbered.<br /><br />I'm living in a household of 3 men and 2 women (so to speak).<br />This means that I can fully rely on one (1) person to actually keep the toilet lid down. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span>.<br />Other than that, me (and my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span>) are on our own.<br /><br />We have to join forces and set up reminder arguments to tell the "boys" of the house that they need to put the toilet seat down.<br /><br />We have to join forces, people.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(and by "people" I mean, "women").</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Stop letting our asses touch that nasty ass water!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This has been a Public Service Announcement from "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Your's</span> Truly".</span>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-54253934060642458492010-06-23T18:56:00.000-07:002010-06-23T20:04:08.456-07:002 MORE DAYS...<div align="center">Two more days people, then we are O-U-T!<br /></div><div align="center">Angel was able to get tomorrow and Friday off to tie off any loose ends before we hit the road.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">We are almost all packed with the goodies to keep the kids quiet and us happy. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(by "goodies" I mean tranquilizers)....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, so I'm just kidding.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>...so, maybe I'm not...</span></div><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But I might just pack some turkey sandwiches and make that all we have to eat during the journey. You know, sleepy-time foods. I don't really have any trouble with the kids riding and getting along. I just wish that they would be more like me. You know...just sleep. No need to be called upon to go to sleep, just do it naturally.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />NOPE.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> wants to be running and jumping and riding all the time. </div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> pretty much keeps to herself. </p><p align="center">Dom wants to be watching TV with me all of the time (when he knows it's nap-time)..<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">geez</span>.</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This Friday is the kid's 3rd track meet. As always, I'm excited and can't wait for my kids to do their stuff. </div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">This post's focus is on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span>...</span></p><p align="center"><br />Here is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> putting on his spikes getting ready to head over to the high jump mat.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdcVNsjZPYRInC_3RXlWnXFHjJoauMYWZkUGpB7t1YoBTdubpd0FHA1DR3NEYIVmfywD-fkNe7HF3HQHv6mOHD82bjvN4S__7Ls11NFd5c-mxraCJdDt1pUXyT9tyHTNMYhU6AByhg4M/s1600/2010-06-22+16.59.11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486156157356919570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdcVNsjZPYRInC_3RXlWnXFHjJoauMYWZkUGpB7t1YoBTdubpd0FHA1DR3NEYIVmfywD-fkNe7HF3HQHv6mOHD82bjvN4S__7Ls11NFd5c-mxraCJdDt1pUXyT9tyHTNMYhU6AByhg4M/s320/2010-06-22+16.59.11.jpg" /></a> Here he is again with his friend Bernie. They compete against each other during practice. It's so cool to watch them push to do better. They encourage each other without even realizing it. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80UZEwDKu-zY58bO1zWhxbcwh3Pz0FRkss4D2H1qarejuhCFsjt-em_CguCV9OXpIx3tJRzRHTQkmtSSPSRf5vTX8EBTbBP2ryfdSBWqtOR3ySExso01iktL3RBCCBUFNsDUSk_r6SHs/s1600/2010-06-23+18.00.56.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486156149123143074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80UZEwDKu-zY58bO1zWhxbcwh3Pz0FRkss4D2H1qarejuhCFsjt-em_CguCV9OXpIx3tJRzRHTQkmtSSPSRf5vTX8EBTbBP2ryfdSBWqtOR3ySExso01iktL3RBCCBUFNsDUSk_r6SHs/s320/2010-06-23+18.00.56.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Devyn is on the right)</span></p><p align="center">Here is a video of the boys jumping:</p><p align="center">I know you can't tell that there is a video there but there is. Just click on the "play" triangle for those who are unsure of how to maneuver through this.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0aZW6zF5pbMNGn74aOpy4aJBigmLplQKaGA1ZoUl5NipbdwMVd6igxKnSkUrAquSfxqedsq4lQ_y9i2oa6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">The boys cleared 3'6" at their last 2 meets. This time the bar was raised to 3'8" and they cleared it. Then...raised to 3'10" and they were struggling to get past it.</p><p align="center">I<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxsK9-gmtwzZshz5kVrt2vxi_gEQ_b2JRNECwnsPq3SWdQdkxlKDX93bBsLWks_oN8TnisBtmwgfBMVeVcUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">If you are like me....</p><p align="center">You are curious about the people who are working so closely with you kids. SO...I did my research.</p><p align="center">The coach in the videos is none other than....<a href="http://www.utpabroncs.com/sports/m-track/mtt/littleton_will00.html">WILL <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">LITTLETON</span> </a><span style="font-size:85%;">(<---Click there)</span></p><p align="center">Here is a video of him doing his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">THANG</span>!</p><p align="center"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/auWQBcjZX3g&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/auWQBcjZX3g&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Yeah, I have to admit that it's pretty much an honor and a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">privilege</span> to have this man and his status teaching my son everything he know.</p><p align="center">Unfortunately, he won't be able to be at this week's meet because he will be competing in a meet of his own.</p><p align="center">GOOD LUCK WILL!</p><p align="center">When I get to NY, I will post the results of the high jump as well as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> shot put results. The next post will be about her!</p>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-10953413794967952962010-06-19T14:06:00.000-07:002010-06-20T02:02:00.166-07:00Go Kids Go!!BOY,<br /><br />We've been busy guys.<br /><br />Yeah, I know, you guys have been busy too but we are going to continue to be busy at least until we get to NY. (Unless my brother tries to put us to work).<br /><br />So, here's what's going on with the kids...<br /><br />TRACK AND FIELD!<br /><br />The kids had a meet this Friday in Alamo.<br /><br />Well, here we just have the field portion. My kids don't like to run, except for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span>. He'll run ALL day. Then, he'll run to his bed. Crazy.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> is usually a High Jumper but he wanted to also do the shot put. He didn't get to compete in Friday's shot put because he was already in place to start the high jump.<br /><br />We'll get back to shot put for him later...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484601913600382210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfubdsFQWMExqDY-DgY5zmDsNPGN5gzgIZCCDqlY2JrQaGbrp8AWGKwp8KUjSgebiIrt_opldxBDwPYVp7rZqnnhyphenhyphenhTBNhvG9_RIeMRRvldtYZdbHuTFXDv-A13ENmaTDQ8B_glO4zopQ/s320/IMAG0089.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Let's focus on his favorite event...<br /><br />High Jump.<br /><br />His coach was impressed right from the start.<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484601908281549090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bFemCKAZnVU3SlWnj4LD8PUvI4NBUqvk_2smZmjyRIrqPE_WQsCy2VGdsen6M-xsISNrhbKPIjz6JkDlNG-Lp0x8c8S3FGZdXLGFX5wPtH4cpwBgVv18uC9PNf26sgRQ6W3cJ5puZvM/s320/2010-06-10+18.05.29.jpg" /> </p><br /><br /><p>Okay, So...I'm biased...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">whatev</span>...<br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbgCsx352pUKOYNXDF3I-BHXxOC_pvppgBGB0Az0ymGZilniYC1ugO7ZIme3bvVt6hzjmH25JwjOR1HXDX80KzEFeul6PMn3zm02l48HaYKWbNAhc3wtkp8tIcTOslLmQ73uXH44HJeo/s1600/2010-06-10+18.04.34.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484600472436763490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbgCsx352pUKOYNXDF3I-BHXxOC_pvppgBGB0Az0ymGZilniYC1ugO7ZIme3bvVt6hzjmH25JwjOR1HXDX80KzEFeul6PMn3zm02l48HaYKWbNAhc3wtkp8tIcTOslLmQ73uXH44HJeo/s320/2010-06-10+18.04.34.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Here's video of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> during this Friday's meet. </p><p>He got 1st place in High Jump </p><p>Last week, he came in 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>.<br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">.................................................................................................................................</span><br /><br /></p><div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='302' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzZIRQudc0t8rU4AsyrfnerTCWUWRo_Yt4dWgZW09hamSjeGrAurDiOmSEh7mFX_Gy1kRf24bVkFHUC1hniw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">................................................................................................................................</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5g5uqSNBO1bK5qS9rYwp7YBqMi19cl3mok2ctoBAnHka-M7ym0yVJ6gyo32BqXGNboaveBUMbOEQvas93e-ef1WQhbs6JEKmm0HNxM5uvucKEumRp_rwLvprE4nT8W_UKObaWyoDQOE/s1600/DSC02478.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484594996289971394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5g5uqSNBO1bK5qS9rYwp7YBqMi19cl3mok2ctoBAnHka-M7ym0yVJ6gyo32BqXGNboaveBUMbOEQvas93e-ef1WQhbs6JEKmm0HNxM5uvucKEumRp_rwLvprE4nT8W_UKObaWyoDQOE/s320/DSC02478.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> has proven to be the SH!T in shot put. Yes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> will brag that he came in and beat her mark but he's a boy...</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> came in 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> in last week's meet. She was beaten buy a girl who has been at this for a year. Last week was her second day EVER touching the shot put.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484595042578406338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdaM7lRGGSYJTlFZhtzIQG6c1Su8UzN58WWWp_uk2T-5VG_Rea0ME-v-H4Mu-HIOSgSWUjJN34jJYmaP4HZhbnGf49Vb6ZayfNmR9Tkbq_Ke-AgEEIZs2J2f3SbAtEgdQ-f8l6jcEpUk/s320/2010-06-11+08.50.18.jpg" /> This week, she came in 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> again. Beaten by the same girl. She beat her last week's mark by 6 inches. Her arch nemesis actually didn't throw as far as she did last week. I think it's intimidation. That's what we are going with. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah's</span> gonna come back and get her. </div><div></div><div>Just watch.. </div><div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">......................................................................................................................................</span></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxvLgAfXb7N9qmA9Kft2YSQHMl13_26wo611Z1f1IW7XvBif5J3ZCjywBEx6fc5rzC4AqOE6qh4usohDuTVug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">........................................................................................................................................</span><br />Dom, my newly interested in sports athlete (I honestly think he's there because of the girls but we'll see) has been doing his best in pole vault. He hasn't cleared the qualifying height of 6 ft yet. He's says he's not scared to go high but....</div><div></div><div></div></div></div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484595019915613554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_Xn6mBuDMESxBUilEH0xKsSiU1ci_1MLzOjKmhfpU0C_A1mcg9rD3EW_szYl83tswVlE769ZLvthFleNzTfRqsLlx0Y8eaDRLR2ESC_n6K3pl6tZ0Bizb9qhKwYvLiAfpYj-_Rm4abA/s320/DSC02473.JPG" /> He looks very professional holding the equipment. I'm gonna have to push him farther. He's older so he's lazier. He keeps thinking of excuses why he can't run in practice...my leg hurts...I don't feel well...blah blah blah...</p><p>I've used them before when I was in track. I know how effective they are..</p><p>But they don't work with me.<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484595006216701554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikFCtqgEZ-o_IZ7uiV1UEYhIvhjXw2PeRW4RBJ8BRIJYonT9RZRMEx75Cze_a-l1UdNsLpqCxVOW6LgRchUB9Nxtc_tPyLUQzBxZX_zLYrFaQmPPsxuIQ-QWIplNHjedxD7e1qYQ5Y7GE/s320/DSC02474.JPG" /></p><p align="left">We're gonna get him up there to pass that 6 ft mark. Hopefully before we leave for NY. I'm still proud of him for coming out at every practice (not that he has a choice) and making the most of it. </p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffff33;">...........................................................................................................................................</span></p><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxXgIb9a2GSoQEb701HSc-YHGMHYGe6tvu5P9FvAKIy8KDc2zpU2ofg0J5_6cKnz-3gc_qCi8Z9e4YzXsOAPQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffff33;">........................................................................................................................................</span></p><p align="center">All of my kids make me proud. I'm anxious to see how their lives will unfold!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484594970275175330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YKmoLUCdzVcg1jcH7MtnAwvVOk4glaaRJfeQILecENmNqwEHZfsbLQJw4T97n83D9jW0pOE7oiI323tNVvyFdcGrEexA7AFQRcwkn58HMIgpa2WxntD-LnSz2fReDi4OqHCb367snc0/s320/DSC02482.JPG" /></p><p>Six days from now we will be on the road to NY. </p><p>Six days from now is also <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn's</span> birthday. He will be 9. He's getting big. I'm not sure if he will let me swaddle him anymore.</p><p>I'm gonna try my best though.</p>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-73137416896769476782010-06-07T13:16:00.000-07:002010-06-10T14:00:48.443-07:00If you ever need a pinata...***UPDATE***I was driving along today and something caught my eye!<br /><br />NOW...IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED...CLICK ELSEWHERE...THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.<br /><br />BUT....if you just want a laugh...<br /><br />Continue on...<br /><br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br />Ok, don't say I didn't warn you!<br /><br />I had to hit the brakes and back up alllll the way cause I had only caught a glimpse of what this was. YOU KNOW I had to take a pic.<br /><br />So I did....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyqF9S2BxfeX1jLoSF9JH5sarbWKnvTGJnk2ytcrQALCpH46aN1MnbU5Gp9jZ1Takf8DPV0dgNzQTxKVSykIwTc0iOCBKbNPBfUf2i7nVyRYZUP6R1Y7JpPKWQxGB0Efgamxv7kOv2FA/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129596079830338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyqF9S2BxfeX1jLoSF9JH5sarbWKnvTGJnk2ytcrQALCpH46aN1MnbU5Gp9jZ1Takf8DPV0dgNzQTxKVSykIwTc0iOCBKbNPBfUf2i7nVyRYZUP6R1Y7JpPKWQxGB0Efgamxv7kOv2FA/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.20.jpg" /></a><br /><br />That's right.<br />You see what they are.<br />Stripper pinatas.<br /><br />As I ventured further...there were more. For a minute there, I felt surrounded and I thought someone was gonna throw on some music or that they would come to life.....creepy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuFZJnJkAhhMm0Fod1xajbKWa9d0j0W2ea3JdAOEVhg0N7OBU8_RWRWVvml5dx9DH0NslQOZenmrVDEpwbtv-UjvdR_r3J4tsl3qNp0EbLDdfOWycQpURthnkaQTBEjB4Mr1EPKM8OPk/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.25.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129588696264306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuFZJnJkAhhMm0Fod1xajbKWa9d0j0W2ea3JdAOEVhg0N7OBU8_RWRWVvml5dx9DH0NslQOZenmrVDEpwbtv-UjvdR_r3J4tsl3qNp0EbLDdfOWycQpURthnkaQTBEjB4Mr1EPKM8OPk/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.25.jpg" /></a><br /><br />They even have men strippers.<br />Check out the buns on this one!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJsXT3qDFLalMnPrXPqnd5JyUQmJDQHvXVeFTUqNf_jgMNRJ_UzWFZsuViP22Jtr8W1GH_YOsMfeaQ69twe4Jt7opscsqGq6IGgZTIXoG7q-dFgZfeS17_MkvhTqrc-dBlbhoL64m3kU/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.30.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129187383925826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJsXT3qDFLalMnPrXPqnd5JyUQmJDQHvXVeFTUqNf_jgMNRJ_UzWFZsuViP22Jtr8W1GH_YOsMfeaQ69twe4Jt7opscsqGq6IGgZTIXoG7q-dFgZfeS17_MkvhTqrc-dBlbhoL64m3kU/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.30.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgViEJMKE72MndU5K9PZvGGznWqO5YtJgaCavTTM1NGOlKlQXLbeMKW21q4oYzvnsIVoeH61_NqTYtA1hwLcCy-zxx8kBcelre1A70JPMQVP9j3Gwvd79VuOCQeT9Fj1ob8ZPgbTFIi2B0/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.57.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129180600799714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgViEJMKE72MndU5K9PZvGGznWqO5YtJgaCavTTM1NGOlKlQXLbeMKW21q4oYzvnsIVoeH61_NqTYtA1hwLcCy-zxx8kBcelre1A70JPMQVP9j3Gwvd79VuOCQeT9Fj1ob8ZPgbTFIi2B0/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.57.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />They have one almost dressed for those who are shy about walking through the lobby for the bachelor (or bachelorette) party. You know...so as not to arouse suspicion.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg1HFL7N_hDfv0tlYYHWTxMWgQhp7qntua6YII_f2rxtFUAuKDvsOuWHDfDAuDdjHpScV_GLl2gVKNJQT-NmcATkJLgxJtKMuUiGl-y-DDGliXkfVcgkPnMPPjbnTG7eKdYLrGHNZRvkE/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.43.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129174769007250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg1HFL7N_hDfv0tlYYHWTxMWgQhp7qntua6YII_f2rxtFUAuKDvsOuWHDfDAuDdjHpScV_GLl2gVKNJQT-NmcATkJLgxJtKMuUiGl-y-DDGliXkfVcgkPnMPPjbnTG7eKdYLrGHNZRvkE/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.43.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />I don't exactly know how to explain the butts on these things. I guess to hold more...candy?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0cDtVAUSpQINZJaBtzOOFl5LzovsDaIOamlwAwHMhSjabDGupxtCf2PidsvMqufeSf44KLsXZhuRtBVurkVGiEVIvuEnn904oGSMZN2gJZt8AfQ7LgnUWFgB9j363PW0ZAVMqD3Uyok/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.47.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129174340336274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0cDtVAUSpQINZJaBtzOOFl5LzovsDaIOamlwAwHMhSjabDGupxtCf2PidsvMqufeSf44KLsXZhuRtBVurkVGiEVIvuEnn904oGSMZN2gJZt8AfQ7LgnUWFgB9j363PW0ZAVMqD3Uyok/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.47.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I met the creator. Not quite sure what to think about what was going through his head when he decided to mold these but may need to advertise a little bit more.<br /><br />Or...I could do it for him.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTshKoZFJllPyQUHjeAmQH0CX4VMuW8enZ59cp9YuWjHUC0OMluyfx8SEiLkdB1G7Jc5ik8y4FAF6iaa-fEAysipJFdr9aV5Jss1X1LdQWoqRe2csmAtvaknbwRSrK9yT_5p-FcwPpKis/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480129170137526818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTshKoZFJllPyQUHjeAmQH0CX4VMuW8enZ59cp9YuWjHUC0OMluyfx8SEiLkdB1G7Jc5ik8y4FAF6iaa-fEAysipJFdr9aV5Jss1X1LdQWoqRe2csmAtvaknbwRSrK9yT_5p-FcwPpKis/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />If (for any reason) you feel like you just HAVE to have one (or a couple) of these masterpieces..let me know. I'll put in an order for you.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">UPDATE:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div>Since I've posted about the pinatas, one of my friends pointed out that they saw a story about the <a href="http://www.krgv.com/news/local/story/Topless-Pinatas-in-Donna/ujX3GRso3kORJt4G31kPlA.cspx">ON THE LOCAL NEWS</a> last night. I posted the days before. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Seems like they are attracting a lot of attention!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-60801531870853172122010-06-05T15:02:00.000-07:002010-06-05T21:43:14.479-07:00PROUD MAMA!<div align="center">There has been a change in our household. A change that I was hoping for but wasn't really holding out for.<br /><br />I know you are all curious as to what it is...so I won't keep you in suspense.<br /><br />THE CHANGE IS....<br /><br />DOM (my oldest) IS ACTUALLY INVOLVED IN A SPORT!<br /><br />I know what you are thinking..."WHAT?!?!...SAY IT ISN'T SO...COULD IT BE TRUE?"<br /><br />Yes, people..it's true.<br /><br />My big boy has voluntarily decided he wanted to join the summer track team.<br />(this is after seeing his sister and brother's first track practice and learned that they will be doing the pole vault)<br /><br />I was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he thinks the coach will allow him to join. The coach said YES and I got the info to fill out. Just hearing that he wanted to participate made me excited to go shopping for gear for HIM.<br /><br />I've spent a lot of time shopping for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> for their sports gear and apparel that I felt guilty not buying Dom these same things.<br /><br />WELL...NOT ANYMORE! WE WENT SHOPPING!<br /><br />I took off to Academy and got him some gear. (don't get me wrong, I still had to shop for 3 kids but we came away with their necessities).<br /><br />Here are a few pics <span style="font-size:78%;">(you know they were coming)</span> of the kids at their practice.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Here are all of the kids waiting for practice to start.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_E9LiSeCg6f8xzM7GiQzprY4wjCQWKgDGgqiKd-hGYoyufzXwEZByWWwjOQLJ30Iafmld7-UxlNDsI4tOXOpq3wDOGL144c5FGXdGhtwOutnInvP2baaeDpzvEJbWo2afR7vJTSmdbH4/s1600/1275516023808.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479414553620974498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_E9LiSeCg6f8xzM7GiQzprY4wjCQWKgDGgqiKd-hGYoyufzXwEZByWWwjOQLJ30Iafmld7-UxlNDsI4tOXOpq3wDOGL144c5FGXdGhtwOutnInvP2baaeDpzvEJbWo2afR7vJTSmdbH4/s320/1275516023808.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> has turned out to be a true runner. I know he ran cross country for his school this year and he's run in a couple of relays but running everyday is AWESOME <span style="font-size:78%;">(sure wish I could run).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>He's been running along side the distance runners until he gets to his point and then he cuts across back to the track. I believe he runs for 15 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">mins</span> and it's about a mile or a mile and a half.</div><div align="center">Regardless, I don't want to be running for 15 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">mins</span> non-stop.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8REmkPAQhsgxFwjJpylP0u2BEuD6BYlKVnGyHfjThjNyUck19nsujxkzSDJIIKgEPstnvZ8tuexqYIz0tMv0lEYBifANMxkeCGuX1XubooRv2XBJjn5G8fkenhbdxuJ44H8MiqmO7Dww/s1600/2010-06-04+17.02.37.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479446677387413298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8REmkPAQhsgxFwjJpylP0u2BEuD6BYlKVnGyHfjThjNyUck19nsujxkzSDJIIKgEPstnvZ8tuexqYIz0tMv0lEYBifANMxkeCGuX1XubooRv2XBJjn5G8fkenhbdxuJ44H8MiqmO7Dww/s320/2010-06-04+17.02.37.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNegB0zAv5rAuHDIYqj4rkyEwB0ZZQyMkqBKlvrwVGmkQafHn79xHg6Nwoolo7DppwFGs1Y4BM50NqzsjffIVTg7w1yI55JGdogIgclMnygqk_ypRkZJHGb6WynZ9aTo0nkAKcUe0gHdE/s1600/2010-06-03+18.20.43.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479414576099741522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNegB0zAv5rAuHDIYqj4rkyEwB0ZZQyMkqBKlvrwVGmkQafHn79xHg6Nwoolo7DppwFGs1Y4BM50NqzsjffIVTg7w1yI55JGdogIgclMnygqk_ypRkZJHGb6WynZ9aTo0nkAKcUe0gHdE/s320/2010-06-03+18.20.43.jpg" /></a> Here is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> on his run. It's called the Texas Lap. I tried to follow him in the truck but he was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">WAAAY</span> out there. He's in the center of the pic and the rest of the group is ahead of him. He's the only 8 yr old running this. There are two 12 yrs old boys and the rest are high school kids. The high school kids run a longer lap but he keeps up with them during his run/distance.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJK3wjV5jPOewsncud3tWf0pqCtb33TONuh95HBlTha8e7MeSi2KuY9toh42FQFw2dq44AnTkvfFRUzNvnYqWRnTOyVtDaGyfOD7Fqei0tIZHVd4U0y3J8KojPcmrTv2KS9hgkSPsA5M/s1600/2010-06-04+17.53.05.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 76px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479446668174211474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJK3wjV5jPOewsncud3tWf0pqCtb33TONuh95HBlTha8e7MeSi2KuY9toh42FQFw2dq44AnTkvfFRUzNvnYqWRnTOyVtDaGyfOD7Fqei0tIZHVd4U0y3J8KojPcmrTv2KS9hgkSPsA5M/s320/2010-06-04+17.53.05.jpg" /></span> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(if you click on the pic, you may get a better look)</span><br /><br /><br />This is Dom's second day and he's looking a little pooped! Poor guy. He's gonna make it though! I think he was actually feeling a little sick (common cold) so he could only run so much that day but he still participated in the exercises and running the bleachers.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8LpKe4AOINR7z-7B4Ctn754qwMXE6jLjSP3ssr84Zzl2aPKTraOrd0nuGHNtxQWitm3y49tajkZ_ECBFWxtMmVTx_1_yt1C6sQsrAbQGKf6Ks5NqEKAMkCvvqthhk6cwaPJzvlekkO0/s1600/2010-06-03+18.27.10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479446664004920050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8LpKe4AOINR7z-7B4Ctn754qwMXE6jLjSP3ssr84Zzl2aPKTraOrd0nuGHNtxQWitm3y49tajkZ_ECBFWxtMmVTx_1_yt1C6sQsrAbQGKf6Ks5NqEKAMkCvvqthhk6cwaPJzvlekkO0/s320/2010-06-03+18.27.10.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwATUTZVAw5-HZgJZRXr2IQNoaa5673YqN9NwkS_egqCxOL8IHcCUwJjrEtzYm03_Konqem34dUfKU40jUY-RlQGBxrbyPVrrc7RnqaI9CG2Zd8pq_9pP3eOS0rgBeoJu2P-hfInU2H0/s1600/2010-06-03+18.27.06.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479446657568561794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwATUTZVAw5-HZgJZRXr2IQNoaa5673YqN9NwkS_egqCxOL8IHcCUwJjrEtzYm03_Konqem34dUfKU40jUY-RlQGBxrbyPVrrc7RnqaI9CG2Zd8pq_9pP3eOS0rgBeoJu2P-hfInU2H0/s320/2010-06-03+18.27.06.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pghXx1_mGsTaLl34P6h8kkhBAPPYSnTKk1EDcbbPUaDR_1R5LF6VMyECZJPauQYjJBUf4vvrGHs4T0EotzzQtBxLqCYEeciUgAwqzs2TKXhvNEk7k8pTDjSMMr9vik7bgxQqD86SZLo/s1600/2010-06-02+17.17.49.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479414557405647618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pghXx1_mGsTaLl34P6h8kkhBAPPYSnTKk1EDcbbPUaDR_1R5LF6VMyECZJPauQYjJBUf4vvrGHs4T0EotzzQtBxLqCYEeciUgAwqzs2TKXhvNEk7k8pTDjSMMr9vik7bgxQqD86SZLo/s320/2010-06-02+17.17.49.jpg" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> started crying her first time (the first day) around the track. I think she made it 1/4 of the way around and then walked most of the way. She did one lap and then came straight to me and cried. She needed encouragement to continue but she did. I told her that running takes some getting used to and she will build up her endurance as she continues. She's now on day 4 and she hasn't cried anymore and I can see the changes in her already.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehaSo2m2JfmPGDRlLTi3BZ2oI8piaWroALRqchfffMpdpKxbn65vYY5EKMQzvx7QZmHKMWddjv6XkKPOICVmNZ1WyvUIq9Jy9QQrTicVSjJQXCmo1cN42FqOWx8_iblf6Ic3n2ggjTwM/s1600/2010-06-03+18.19.15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479414579909933138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehaSo2m2JfmPGDRlLTi3BZ2oI8piaWroALRqchfffMpdpKxbn65vYY5EKMQzvx7QZmHKMWddjv6XkKPOICVmNZ1WyvUIq9Jy9QQrTicVSjJQXCmo1cN42FqOWx8_iblf6Ic3n2ggjTwM/s320/2010-06-03+18.19.15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEG2Q1rLUNJoF0n2oM4SreWQ5sl7YFIb37yrcPYjZj9REGA7yzLMfJDJ8cCRXoIx9NgpFzwLWWE54s9mEtpm-CnmAVJk7yzMUoenrhTA9SyJKI64Nd9h-wxA3oWnKYV2fkjVHlm_bfoQs/s1600/2010-06-02+17.17.55.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479414567845490146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEG2Q1rLUNJoF0n2oM4SreWQ5sl7YFIb37yrcPYjZj9REGA7yzLMfJDJ8cCRXoIx9NgpFzwLWWE54s9mEtpm-CnmAVJk7yzMUoenrhTA9SyJKI64Nd9h-wxA3oWnKYV2fkjVHlm_bfoQs/s320/2010-06-02+17.17.55.jpg" /></a> I gotta tell you guys. I'm super proud. All of my kids are involved in the same sport and I get to be at one place throughout! Their first meet is this Friday! I'm anxious to see how this all turns out!<br /></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-66856719275326187152010-05-30T18:14:00.000-07:002010-05-30T19:32:52.061-07:00Memorial Day weekend<div align="center">Hey everyone. I told you I would be back!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">How was your weekend? Ours was AWESOME!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We went to Arroyo City and rented a cabin with a private fishing pier. </div><div align="center">Here are some pics of our weekend.</div><div align="center">These pics are in no particular order.</div><div align="center">Zeus was the first passenger to ride with me to the Cabin. We picked up the kids along the way except for Dom because he stayed overnight with his cousin to practice for her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Quince.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbaupkrSMGtHAJUhUKdXWPeLXZj1lCdo9Qg9FyEbhVxePE_2m2pJNEXSpcV8UgfNh9ZYdIYm_QC9rhgxLuziw38MQcuXV0pMs0OHYBh43lhv5dzSA29nWnM2kZlkiXcGrOPqL8L9jY5w/s1600/2010-05-28+12.24.21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477244914195966738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbaupkrSMGtHAJUhUKdXWPeLXZj1lCdo9Qg9FyEbhVxePE_2m2pJNEXSpcV8UgfNh9ZYdIYm_QC9rhgxLuziw38MQcuXV0pMs0OHYBh43lhv5dzSA29nWnM2kZlkiXcGrOPqL8L9jY5w/s320/2010-05-28+12.24.21.jpg" /></a> Here are Amber and Dom after I picked them up. We were waiting for my sister in law (Erika) to show up so we can all go BACK to the cabin (this is day 2).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgewMXjjTDnEQbZCXpnxMXP2HaYXw3OdFz8_BYd1BnbJwwtnfz11whR1-c_0nWD05OekW4BHL40CgTCublQnRpD81p6c4GfcxcFZePq1sP7E3WnVYyZMUMbfRUleImz5zqF1Ud6i9vJrk/s1600/2010-05-29+12.24.32.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477244908369468626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgewMXjjTDnEQbZCXpnxMXP2HaYXw3OdFz8_BYd1BnbJwwtnfz11whR1-c_0nWD05OekW4BHL40CgTCublQnRpD81p6c4GfcxcFZePq1sP7E3WnVYyZMUMbfRUleImz5zqF1Ud6i9vJrk/s320/2010-05-29+12.24.32.jpg" /></a><br />The cabin was just off of the water and we could all jump into it. Unfortunately...we didn't have a ladder to GET OUT, so we had to improvise.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcC5y9BS8KQ9PTYxztCVmwOVxKREYO3oNxFperoED4L-EdIUQFlwNwTyTv1kcFCEUsfYXn8gdWbFGCHQpn1uihAqxfcs2DYWQhp5TgGFDMavJO1_PymfGRrXHVlgVF-vMzUrA-KpqNJfI/s1600/2010-05-29+15.16.17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477244901797877570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcC5y9BS8KQ9PTYxztCVmwOVxKREYO3oNxFperoED4L-EdIUQFlwNwTyTv1kcFCEUsfYXn8gdWbFGCHQpn1uihAqxfcs2DYWQhp5TgGFDMavJO1_PymfGRrXHVlgVF-vMzUrA-KpqNJfI/s320/2010-05-29+15.16.17.jpg" /></a><br />We showered outside cause it was quicker. Our cabin may have had a total of 8 beds (3 bunk beds) but there was only 1 bathroom and waiting in line to shower became a pain in the ass.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdZ3LcIJlBALK4Cfp8zAElgbaksflNypbdmMQ2KYbGB8taWYOPtcRukJQwK0nuuypO0wMS6XNgG_PuYjmtXM8zTOlBfSQ3wVCDlcaRtlc8TfgoYDsfie7JOYglS2f0xpkJH3O3wCvJ1c/s1600/DSC02363.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477243750152264898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdZ3LcIJlBALK4Cfp8zAElgbaksflNypbdmMQ2KYbGB8taWYOPtcRukJQwK0nuuypO0wMS6XNgG_PuYjmtXM8zTOlBfSQ3wVCDlcaRtlc8TfgoYDsfie7JOYglS2f0xpkJH3O3wCvJ1c/s320/DSC02363.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> and I on the pier enjoying the day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuhwbIZhEX5Kloek1Ora0OLbHttdhdt1gfjM4XRJtKPSKyP35k22n9eXPyroWyzz_yBu5d3A04j37KcDWQ2jrerZ_5IEkOrdHTwpEDJlwbhiM5EsZXvfH3AzGgKI_mVcEckWhTuIVEAI/s1600/DSC02366.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477243740291440322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuhwbIZhEX5Kloek1Ora0OLbHttdhdt1gfjM4XRJtKPSKyP35k22n9eXPyroWyzz_yBu5d3A04j37KcDWQ2jrerZ_5IEkOrdHTwpEDJlwbhiM5EsZXvfH3AzGgKI_mVcEckWhTuIVEAI/s320/DSC02366.JPG" /></a><br />Dominique and I also on the pier. He's getting to be taller than I am and he won't let me forget it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSTLNGvsYMghGQ1yquymmM40P2_T2hCfGTNOc3gmUTWDX2M_szs3b7xuxqkmw5O18DzfHfOTsDQbSBVFz7cz0KgycFl8f87tmYj7jwwm1LKdovN622T-KRpAPwyrX-suc7qqEsgX9VVo/s1600/DSC02358.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477243735811854610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSTLNGvsYMghGQ1yquymmM40P2_T2hCfGTNOc3gmUTWDX2M_szs3b7xuxqkmw5O18DzfHfOTsDQbSBVFz7cz0KgycFl8f87tmYj7jwwm1LKdovN622T-KRpAPwyrX-suc7qqEsgX9VVo/s320/DSC02358.JPG" /></a><br />My mother in law (Faith) enjoying the weekend too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVewCsSFZiZnuRuQL_n03w2-E8uHBEQ3yUZW3aSnmIGuJWh6myqOKFnpPQ6hRtC9xpNo5CPSyFXM1LuUbMxHWcdOoWnaA43BgHCpjX3Px2eGxUB_0oux_joQYSuWkesEjZuU5P8mu9wLg/s1600/DSC02351.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477243725886874626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVewCsSFZiZnuRuQL_n03w2-E8uHBEQ3yUZW3aSnmIGuJWh6myqOKFnpPQ6hRtC9xpNo5CPSyFXM1LuUbMxHWcdOoWnaA43BgHCpjX3Px2eGxUB_0oux_joQYSuWkesEjZuU5P8mu9wLg/s320/DSC02351.JPG" /></a><br />My nephew <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aiden</span> playing on his float in the water.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2w7s2uGpYAbk_7GW61WEUsSTvxRcMn3ydRoppmQf1qyfQujP_h3JcOieEC8wk32NGSM612PrDI4MyDnt2-YoSBg_PXSb9CGecxZ310hH2FiLHFpdvBHcJNNpYOcfdLoH1q1Wgr83JFAQ/s1600/DSC02344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477243715538274546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2w7s2uGpYAbk_7GW61WEUsSTvxRcMn3ydRoppmQf1qyfQujP_h3JcOieEC8wk32NGSM612PrDI4MyDnt2-YoSBg_PXSb9CGecxZ310hH2FiLHFpdvBHcJNNpYOcfdLoH1q1Wgr83JFAQ/s320/DSC02344.JPG" /></a><br />My sister in law Erika.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBClxqp5v0HFrKw5Y9roC2YcN8kCzzZtKv4Uus2nfuVtpkYcFRB9vJCpNo0RlxumZ41AUaWud6ve2wAdxfsmE_bNDo41mlhZ5YDLy5NLCsBgjsU9rD56t7_5w8jjU-t1LjZMFyO-SLhcw/s1600/DSC02348.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477241832578107602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBClxqp5v0HFrKw5Y9roC2YcN8kCzzZtKv4Uus2nfuVtpkYcFRB9vJCpNo0RlxumZ41AUaWud6ve2wAdxfsmE_bNDo41mlhZ5YDLy5NLCsBgjsU9rD56t7_5w8jjU-t1LjZMFyO-SLhcw/s320/DSC02348.JPG" /></a><br />My niece Amber, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">chillin</span> on one of the chairs on the deck.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvynZTU6wag2CM7ZTDI8sxZwd7dLzWW7oa-xfZhD3KuE9s6rF1Ts8L3urJmIspDZYtAqgULEmMvG7jeJcmIxnDEr-gO142hFgf2TTnbVG7gYXqOHIgB9wzBsmqd8r_z2fB4bMC-O2I5Io/s1600/DSC02343.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477241824639123794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvynZTU6wag2CM7ZTDI8sxZwd7dLzWW7oa-xfZhD3KuE9s6rF1Ts8L3urJmIspDZYtAqgULEmMvG7jeJcmIxnDEr-gO142hFgf2TTnbVG7gYXqOHIgB9wzBsmqd8r_z2fB4bMC-O2I5Io/s320/DSC02343.JPG" /></a><br />Dom, playing with the oars on a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">floatie</span>. He's silly sometimes.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0c83UC90LP4Pzes-BPYa_0dYWR1dSPefWevmDqUv3zoONJVpm9HMasiJA-f9oXZFyily2S7VUJDl1Qg3XdVALS3AqfboBSkiux5Le6pzHTDskzJbquMg_DQmwNN53JczaxJ1veRwpIg/s1600/DSC02342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477241822360607890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0c83UC90LP4Pzes-BPYa_0dYWR1dSPefWevmDqUv3zoONJVpm9HMasiJA-f9oXZFyily2S7VUJDl1Qg3XdVALS3AqfboBSkiux5Le6pzHTDskzJbquMg_DQmwNN53JczaxJ1veRwpIg/s320/DSC02342.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span>, using our improvised ladder to get out of the water. We had to use the kayak as our ladder and even that was a small task.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLt6FhBgpKsTAre8ERuku6C6Tx2EG0CAx_WU9lCSr7CPqAXqBgy4fYLNE3dqj3Qun8oikk514meZD3H79SmjkCNWJK-byYXTbbRiGJV7YDLzHitezqcv3-bcEnHY7YsSk5803RtyQJhU/s1600/2010-05-29+15.58.13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477241810430752002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLt6FhBgpKsTAre8ERuku6C6Tx2EG0CAx_WU9lCSr7CPqAXqBgy4fYLNE3dqj3Qun8oikk514meZD3H79SmjkCNWJK-byYXTbbRiGJV7YDLzHitezqcv3-bcEnHY7YsSk5803RtyQJhU/s320/2010-05-29+15.58.13.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> and I playing in the water with the rest of the family. Little did we know...we'd be playing for a while until we figured out how to get out.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UB9P0gIcZy5UB-ytPhGIKCI5t2DsFwXz8f2IftyRBxe_o83N9nqo6tzdQvHNWytVz_jUFEnbmlp_VPV9XItay68f0Hklvj0gaFAhj6G1mjFvwPBuN5Z45h_phyphenhyphenGKRuiyXbIAovAnxoM/s1600/2010-05-29+15.16.00.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477241801472992850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UB9P0gIcZy5UB-ytPhGIKCI5t2DsFwXz8f2IftyRBxe_o83N9nqo6tzdQvHNWytVz_jUFEnbmlp_VPV9XItay68f0Hklvj0gaFAhj6G1mjFvwPBuN5Z45h_phyphenhyphenGKRuiyXbIAovAnxoM/s320/2010-05-29+15.16.00.jpg" /></a> My brother in law sitting on the second level of the pier. <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZutK0wDp2SeGOMWrk0f76emQCvaH8qbieIEMLi3rzZHFWiTNCmSbaSvRtEkpxG93JAmS3M8CUM5r5mAVSPZ8b9Bm2CqfD8KXVP8ESu6jDCzDsZXoOzpbrHiF4DKsOejZB3L-qecT7zws/s1600/DSC02326.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239880727075218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZutK0wDp2SeGOMWrk0f76emQCvaH8qbieIEMLi3rzZHFWiTNCmSbaSvRtEkpxG93JAmS3M8CUM5r5mAVSPZ8b9Bm2CqfD8KXVP8ESu6jDCzDsZXoOzpbrHiF4DKsOejZB3L-qecT7zws/s320/DSC02326.JPG" /></a> Angel and I also on the second level of the pier. This pic was taken at night.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGBBfiUpow303lZBlokhdB7mawSdvzGK2f4e7PZkt5zVIN34Amnzvj1CHsRhqoheG7WQDCb-jiUK35FVy-9I2kjs78fhMe_pa2lQOtLPKeEzOIjcnURDthYdMD-wbRsV3D0qcqPZVegQ/s1600/DSC02299.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239876752350962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGBBfiUpow303lZBlokhdB7mawSdvzGK2f4e7PZkt5zVIN34Amnzvj1CHsRhqoheG7WQDCb-jiUK35FVy-9I2kjs78fhMe_pa2lQOtLPKeEzOIjcnURDthYdMD-wbRsV3D0qcqPZVegQ/s320/DSC02299.JPG" /></a> Angel making our feast for the evening.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr__1Rat36FK4xZdNtsiZ7vn1ooP6Vbyz05qrF1363QDxT7FBGI_xrDQHusLvQKvrNvaVW9IyofZbRAqNa36iwJe6YNul6XC9Sy7uZ3YtYw9gUiFWhAkjytJrIaknAa5IF0vwLNBQa3B4/s1600/DSC02307.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239868366650898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr__1Rat36FK4xZdNtsiZ7vn1ooP6Vbyz05qrF1363QDxT7FBGI_xrDQHusLvQKvrNvaVW9IyofZbRAqNa36iwJe6YNul6XC9Sy7uZ3YtYw9gUiFWhAkjytJrIaknAa5IF0vwLNBQa3B4/s320/DSC02307.JPG" /></a><br />The next morning I woke up early and decided to fish alone while everyone was asleep. I caught a catfish and couldn't get it off of the hook. Zeus was no help at all. I had to go and wake up Angel and we fished for a while before we had to pack up and leave.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AMDF_IVK7RSQ_yzjj_8zc8NnERi-XnyIYTs98ZiIQjdqyYC24Xrbg84qTOPPQ8-WDRFdXmTLWz3QyRHnu2bNzB38UXlfYmlH5Gi7DC9fiThRA9pz98R2vEH_5kbblzBerQQZVFAKEZ4/s1600/2010-05-30+08.02.16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239854048100690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AMDF_IVK7RSQ_yzjj_8zc8NnERi-XnyIYTs98ZiIQjdqyYC24Xrbg84qTOPPQ8-WDRFdXmTLWz3QyRHnu2bNzB38UXlfYmlH5Gi7DC9fiThRA9pz98R2vEH_5kbblzBerQQZVFAKEZ4/s320/2010-05-30+08.02.16.jpg" /></a> All in all, we had a great time with family doing the things we love!</div><div>I have a million more pics but those will be put away for memories for the kids.</div><div> </div><div>I hope everyone had/has a wonderful holiday weekend.</div><div> </div><div>Be safe!<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-84661272974682459722010-05-23T20:28:00.000-07:002010-05-23T22:50:36.118-07:00Excuse me, Do I know YOU?<div align="center">Go ahead. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cuss at me for being away. What can I say? I've been pretty busy. I won't go into too many details now but I will give you a super quick recap....complete with pics!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ready?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here We Go....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We all know Devyn played football and I believe he did a damn good job playing for his first time. (It also helps that he looks so cute in his uniform).</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSkVr7GN26yr5JlhaFQes9hcKD2joMcc4sDnTQ0RVX86qFKnpwKYJkfsIxrsoiYd_hGoZmWWfFL1AJRqBzJju2ELCnt6-vNH7d3Hx7S1avTX-awj0P1AogP2YuXIc0EK5dMRZaqN1l8s/s1600/2010-02-13+10.42.16.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685233117252178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSkVr7GN26yr5JlhaFQes9hcKD2joMcc4sDnTQ0RVX86qFKnpwKYJkfsIxrsoiYd_hGoZmWWfFL1AJRqBzJju2ELCnt6-vNH7d3Hx7S1avTX-awj0P1AogP2YuXIc0EK5dMRZaqN1l8s/s320/2010-02-13+10.42.16.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Miah and Devyn both played Basketball and they kicked ass. I'm not just saying that cause I'm their momma!! (ok, we all know I'm biased)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEUTLzcPUvcZMk-u__NyAk4dtTDPf1TKbHrnX7QjedqR5KHKdYCRilWWXffHoRhb0QmGM7ooETv15ulPt72z7f8KMtezmQnwNX2f1qxL_EiBt-Q4d8LtJAgdQ4MaVc4QiXm_zM9Xbp0s/s1600/2010-03-02+17.58.39.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685241462741954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEUTLzcPUvcZMk-u__NyAk4dtTDPf1TKbHrnX7QjedqR5KHKdYCRilWWXffHoRhb0QmGM7ooETv15ulPt72z7f8KMtezmQnwNX2f1qxL_EiBt-Q4d8LtJAgdQ4MaVc4QiXm_zM9Xbp0s/s320/2010-03-02+17.58.39.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />YES!! I had to buy the most expensive package!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjmLZ5bUGxGOo1xehNeJYgcstWqNm_1z7qEDNZFc958s1KCEtr6JLx4pg3p0feshrCJAxp0SbLsDZdueE0AHNrYaKwwf6S_IQRcfna0IK3N1BJHcrRScd-jlMQeUWcV0G-dXqxvMDAD4/s1600/2010-03-13+20.00.19.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687407247725938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjmLZ5bUGxGOo1xehNeJYgcstWqNm_1z7qEDNZFc958s1KCEtr6JLx4pg3p0feshrCJAxp0SbLsDZdueE0AHNrYaKwwf6S_IQRcfna0IK3N1BJHcrRScd-jlMQeUWcV0G-dXqxvMDAD4/s320/2010-03-13+20.00.19.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />TWICE!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6NQPzlKLSo3K9nO9vD5X0CuhXN1WdBz_GEmHdNGzKlP2VyH1DwrcIrn_FGr_oZAXvgAAlyVL13nPgsm2smZ8COIboMdBDhVGrqWI306bMVWHUsKYrEN1aCr7aMyePf_b610055zq4DI/s1600/2010-03-13+19.59.51.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687397404996258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6NQPzlKLSo3K9nO9vD5X0CuhXN1WdBz_GEmHdNGzKlP2VyH1DwrcIrn_FGr_oZAXvgAAlyVL13nPgsm2smZ8COIboMdBDhVGrqWI306bMVWHUsKYrEN1aCr7aMyePf_b610055zq4DI/s320/2010-03-13+19.59.51.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">DON'T SAY IT! I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRibDYCWqzBv9Aivlmbd4Ryqug_sFxaj15ZgDSNVxJna0PoC98itgDqLXO0_Fm3H0czKVD4weaMSrf7oalHq3Il-kFCE4TKIZi1IYljfFmeo7r_jD18qAYGdHdXTZDBxBQfYcohI5Uis/s1600/2010-03-13+20.01.57-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687411805375090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRibDYCWqzBv9Aivlmbd4Ryqug_sFxaj15ZgDSNVxJna0PoC98itgDqLXO0_Fm3H0czKVD4weaMSrf7oalHq3Il-kFCE4TKIZi1IYljfFmeo7r_jD18qAYGdHdXTZDBxBQfYcohI5Uis/s320/2010-03-13+20.01.57-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Then, they moved on to Softball/Baseball!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipQMATUIAhdKtJbn8J2eGcyzMOt8933Dau2fyE3fTPCRPXmpIMax0ZLcrNDraASPZc8s2aH52zrfC_PTRSWZXiSXq-eP_XNPOtBEXO1Vpu8PZtmJwr9VrEq2Nn3-7JTWnmi1humsq3To/s1600/2010-04-24+08.47.23.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689156760899954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipQMATUIAhdKtJbn8J2eGcyzMOt8933Dau2fyE3fTPCRPXmpIMax0ZLcrNDraASPZc8s2aH52zrfC_PTRSWZXiSXq-eP_XNPOtBEXO1Vpu8PZtmJwr9VrEq2Nn3-7JTWnmi1humsq3To/s320/2010-04-24+08.47.23.jpg" /></a><br />Taking Miah to her game.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQKEXGRQCiJ6WBsmebuKGyEqJaxhrB7etq-y7vPUczgHjxJ-NrHf2ylA5HNCzN2EgDNjm4yHEbu1sKKM1tMq8VMLFltlcawkEd4f-39Kq3j5UgoO4p_RwXFyNLn3-8266TBkuh4T7vf8c/s1600/2010-04-22+17.23.15.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689153561532962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQKEXGRQCiJ6WBsmebuKGyEqJaxhrB7etq-y7vPUczgHjxJ-NrHf2ylA5HNCzN2EgDNjm4yHEbu1sKKM1tMq8VMLFltlcawkEd4f-39Kq3j5UgoO4p_RwXFyNLn3-8266TBkuh4T7vf8c/s320/2010-04-22+17.23.15.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Daddy is there for his little girl!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq6U-sdpteSNNS8OgiTJ6dZKjdNKmDw6Bw_Sxl2qW-amE5xL9vK5noIQUJhU2mQolES_HiwjYsy3WKc9UQuYwbnf1o9FXvm0bnjsOls2D_4faJeefui9JaNorzlJKbLGzD-9W00w7wdg/s1600/DSC01857.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673776453557730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq6U-sdpteSNNS8OgiTJ6dZKjdNKmDw6Bw_Sxl2qW-amE5xL9vK5noIQUJhU2mQolES_HiwjYsy3WKc9UQuYwbnf1o9FXvm0bnjsOls2D_4faJeefui9JaNorzlJKbLGzD-9W00w7wdg/s320/DSC01857.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Devyn is there to support his sister before his own game in the next field.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j63Jn3fEL46BVnDCf0el0bxZQdN32i5sX_4mn-kaB87Krqz83j5__jDKMFzPqLSVHAyyPobW46vPC2C2tODPi8SVj-j8fGkZhb_cKEoB1kii7afiyooHNj6sDQk7T6-3VINR53hLcH8/s1600/2010-04-24+09.24.18.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685254829923218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j63Jn3fEL46BVnDCf0el0bxZQdN32i5sX_4mn-kaB87Krqz83j5__jDKMFzPqLSVHAyyPobW46vPC2C2tODPi8SVj-j8fGkZhb_cKEoB1kii7afiyooHNj6sDQk7T6-3VINR53hLcH8/s320/2010-04-24+09.24.18.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EUs5Sj1i8w2wETN3d2dHa14LzGHLiYCGsGVLP10hb8v6KzjR0icOvuRw_7PSjN5MyY20WnKS7Kh2E5jD6WIGI8Au1tDWJ2woEmvAz2jlvJC5PRx_Io7TLf3Kji0lcORJCN1BSb6VHiY/s1600/2010-03-26+18.33.40.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685244783438146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EUs5Sj1i8w2wETN3d2dHa14LzGHLiYCGsGVLP10hb8v6KzjR0icOvuRw_7PSjN5MyY20WnKS7Kh2E5jD6WIGI8Au1tDWJ2woEmvAz2jlvJC5PRx_Io7TLf3Kji0lcORJCN1BSb6VHiY/s320/2010-03-26+18.33.40.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Where's Dom?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Right here:</div><div align="center"><br />He happened to catch up with his long lost cousin. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CBpjd1VhBXawll_kFZ7PBwBVgrE1hdTKaFueQ0bfc6-Y13jukHII37WeZGSbQTU3YDIy4a8Bj4yIeXh593FjLOw0cmiN8m8A3om7QgTM1MJtt4bzLiv5jUTPMdQk0hOSKSHhC_njzo/s1600/2010-03-29+17.52.04.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689140526962130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CBpjd1VhBXawll_kFZ7PBwBVgrE1hdTKaFueQ0bfc6-Y13jukHII37WeZGSbQTU3YDIy4a8Bj4yIeXh593FjLOw0cmiN8m8A3om7QgTM1MJtt4bzLiv5jUTPMdQk0hOSKSHhC_njzo/s320/2010-03-29+17.52.04.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't have any pics of Dom playing sports because he doesn't classify himself as an "athlete". He's a "musician" or "rocker" or "artist" or something....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">AND...I still love him.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gGALHE8t9VjF-TYTujRZuKEBkE8anQo9_kkkxZq5vxxD7_oy9yPxHuZCNzaH_7LAxE4EiA7rrGZLvErs5YakcqdEEAlbCeq-PJy3fcOZJJjal9YGbYKviIvkChV2r3_hkx4bE3ncOng/s1600/2010-04-04+17.05.34.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689149901810450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gGALHE8t9VjF-TYTujRZuKEBkE8anQo9_kkkxZq5vxxD7_oy9yPxHuZCNzaH_7LAxE4EiA7rrGZLvErs5YakcqdEEAlbCeq-PJy3fcOZJJjal9YGbYKviIvkChV2r3_hkx4bE3ncOng/s320/2010-04-04+17.05.34.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />He has just gotten a fresh haircut and he's not to happy about it. I'm glad the day and age of throwing fits has been looooong over!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFX55Zd43Fntcfrwp9R8qNERoHkBRvgnWr6Bnz6EcdWlIbTzJofy6s97ykDVDoD9zzKVUDcadm99ZDAvfXtQAZb9Idwj2V532EradT7lxl2GSysC5dWrtXu5FzAd2cAked04AJYg_7Os/s1600/2010-05-22+17.31.36-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685259643795906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFX55Zd43Fntcfrwp9R8qNERoHkBRvgnWr6Bnz6EcdWlIbTzJofy6s97ykDVDoD9zzKVUDcadm99ZDAvfXtQAZb9Idwj2V532EradT7lxl2GSysC5dWrtXu5FzAd2cAked04AJYg_7Os/s320/2010-05-22+17.31.36-1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Unfortunately,...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My dog Chupa passed away around Easter. He was hit by a police car late at night and the cop didn't even stop. I was asleep and Angel was up when it happened. He buried poor Chupa and told me about it in the morning. I was devastated. I miss him. He was the best dog ever!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtAaR32xGIGFhear3hwHf8LMXfhnNJ5zrXuPD3DeqB7CYoSbIaWLuKokJgi6DNepBolXyZwdxlQNyjb9mmXlKTV-QKVD6J_S_yg-VdfW0VBlUqFkZvNbMtaxzDk6PnHR2eMET8ZoEklA/s1600/2010-02-28+15.58.17.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687392590016322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtAaR32xGIGFhear3hwHf8LMXfhnNJ5zrXuPD3DeqB7CYoSbIaWLuKokJgi6DNepBolXyZwdxlQNyjb9mmXlKTV-QKVD6J_S_yg-VdfW0VBlUqFkZvNbMtaxzDk6PnHR2eMET8ZoEklA/s320/2010-02-28+15.58.17.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Now we have this new puppy. His name is Zeus. Why did put a pic of him up here like this instead of one that is with him posing like a good little dog? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Because, this is how he is everytime I see him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSX5ZIS8lcP9RXSjsi-ePwG_UQj6mnauaLjy05CE7YD-H84kKZJZpdxqLvcvzEjz5HlbTd_CNCaOXJJKCc3JIqmE9JQKpJuueoUv7ur5I3hdMKJKiYNbOtskPatLl-PQFLCTiXDHqxWw/s1600/IMAG0073.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673785828111842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSX5ZIS8lcP9RXSjsi-ePwG_UQj6mnauaLjy05CE7YD-H84kKZJZpdxqLvcvzEjz5HlbTd_CNCaOXJJKCc3JIqmE9JQKpJuueoUv7ur5I3hdMKJKiYNbOtskPatLl-PQFLCTiXDHqxWw/s320/IMAG0073.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />Angel and I are still going strong. </div><div align="center">We went to shoot pool and of course, I won't mention who won *cough*<span style="font-size:78%;">me</span>*cough* but we had a great time.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAvDQsS2KxjAHfsCF6r4j8VkWtjnXIpAW-M-xBXDY5y-ktL3-wY8pcpHFG_NcRvRP5Wan8L3_ItgcZIxnaGApHg8ciR7sQNyaoduNsfZpSHV4o5qoOIUcLlFRa6tvDWscsS85bITgM3Y/s1600/2010-03-27+23.18.07.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687414480985330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAvDQsS2KxjAHfsCF6r4j8VkWtjnXIpAW-M-xBXDY5y-ktL3-wY8pcpHFG_NcRvRP5Wan8L3_ItgcZIxnaGApHg8ciR7sQNyaoduNsfZpSHV4o5qoOIUcLlFRa6tvDWscsS85bITgM3Y/s320/2010-03-27+23.18.07.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br />So, that's it for now folks. I'm trying to figure out how to put a countdown timer on here because I'm counting down the time until I go on vacation to see my brother this summer in NY.</div><div align="center">It's gonna be fun. Never been fishing in NY and guess who's super excited about that and is trying to use this as an excuse to buy new rods and reels?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Yeah, you know who.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">P.S. Guess who wrote in <a href="http://domsplac3.blogspot.com/">his blog</a>...unprompted....</div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-79437914642974927982010-03-06T22:11:00.000-08:002010-03-06T23:08:03.083-08:00I'm pretty sure my house is haunted.Below is the image at: http://www.nakedauthors.com/archive/2009_10_01_archive.html<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9G8jQD47Nq6A9c2wVEAAHQwxT4Aqq25KmyokoyCI0x0wqCRHRMrTOKNjzWfqPKxTbsG3LnXCzyNjOI4HXPkLAjIU_PdjMIV10EKf65_nBlUx7J4gBrtbM1LfkLxi2todwBhxy-B-ihU/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445783847638797074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9G8jQD47Nq6A9c2wVEAAHQwxT4Aqq25KmyokoyCI0x0wqCRHRMrTOKNjzWfqPKxTbsG3LnXCzyNjOI4HXPkLAjIU_PdjMIV10EKf65_nBlUx7J4gBrtbM1LfkLxi2todwBhxy-B-ihU/s320/ghost.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Crazy talk, right?</div><div></div><br /><div>Yeah, probably, but for real tho, I think it may be haunted...just a little bit.</div><br /><div>My cousin Cindy mentions strange things happening around here when he ask her to "house sit". </div><div>She mentioned her keys not being in the place she was sure she put them.</div><div></div><br /><div>Of course, that's just her experience.</div><div></div><div>Mine...well...for some reason, the kids constantly come running to my room saying "Ma'am?"</div><div></div><br /><div>I look at them confused because I don't know what they are doing in my doorway asking what I wanted. </div><br /><div>I didn't want anything. I was watching TV and drinking a beer (most of the time). </div><br /><div>Then all of a sudden they show up asking what we wanted and swearing that we called them. <div></div></div><div>ALL of the kids do this. They swear they heard me calling out their name from my bedroom and *poof* there they are, in my doorway.<br /></div><div>So the way I figure it, there are pros and cons to EVERYTHING.</div><div></div><br /><div>Let's list them, shall we?</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Pros:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div>1. At least I know my kids aren't deaf.</div><div></div><div>2. At least I know ALL of my kids are being called. (you know, no favoritism)</div><br /><div>3. The kids are getting plenty of exercise running back and forth to my room...all day.</div><br /><div>4. I'm out of beer, guess who show up at my door asking if I called them? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">YESSSS</span></span>!! NEW BEER!</div><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">And the Cons:</span></div><br /><div>1. Who the heck is calling my kids? What ghost is in my house?</div><br /><div>2. There might be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">friggin</span></span> ghosts in my house! Are they in my bedroom during "adult time"?</div><br /><div>3. Stop calling the kids you stupid ghosts! I'm trying to take a nap and the kids are showing up at my door...ALL THE TIME!</div><br /><div>4. There might be a ghost in my house. That's CREEPY!</div><div></div><br /><div>Either way. I can still stay isolated to my room and let the ghost do all the work. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Now, if only it knew how to tell the kids to do their chores.</div><div></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-31937228746152681612010-03-03T20:16:00.000-08:002010-03-03T20:26:02.785-08:00I'm BACK!!! I think....So we've heard this song and seen this dance plenty of time before. I know. I have no excuses so I won't make up any.<br /><br />I've been very busy (does that sound like an excuse?) Well, I'm not trying to make it one. It's the truth.<br /><br />Between work and juggling 2 kids playing 2 sports, it's been crazy.<br /><br />For some time, we only had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> in sports playing baseball and football. But since basketball has started, we included <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> in the sports. She is a real trooper. She runs A LOT. I don't see how she does it. I'm tired just watching her.<br />So there we have 2 kids in sports. Both <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> in basketball.<br /><br />Well, just recently (literally, like these past 2 days) the coaches for baseball and softball have called to set up practice.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">SOOOO</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Miah</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devyn</span> are currently practicing/playing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">baskeball</span> and practice for baseball/softball.<br /><br />It's awesome. I can't wait to be at the games again cheering them both on.<br /><br /><br />I'm also planning a mini vacation to San Antonio/New <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braunfels</span> and hopefully if I have time to Austin. I'm taking the kids.<br /><br />I KNOW, I KNOW...mini vacation?...kids?<br /><br />It doesn't seem to be meshing well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">together</span>, but I have a master plan for the times I plan on going out. That plan is....DOMINIQUE.<br />He could use the extra money.<br /><br />I plan on visiting any and all old classmates I can get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">a hold</span> of.<br /><br />So, if you are reading this and want to hang out, leave me a message.<br /><br />My old blogging buddies, sorry. I'm gonna come and see what's up with you guys.~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-78983358290726111362010-01-16T19:49:00.000-08:002010-01-16T20:47:22.314-08:00At the Movies with my girl.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZzthsJ1E1VLDJY9Nl6hHRnZgwJbxgFm3tKiSmi0GXA3gkFgQI2ybJADbDPM3vn9u7btNXTSsNJE1c-tkHKbw62wzPrIPej0ymGjnkNWZ_MjjosjoUEf8PuuYJrRn-WmbIZt8P7t1bkc/s1600-h/movie%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427563837428862178" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZzthsJ1E1VLDJY9Nl6hHRnZgwJbxgFm3tKiSmi0GXA3gkFgQI2ybJADbDPM3vn9u7btNXTSsNJE1c-tkHKbw62wzPrIPej0ymGjnkNWZ_MjjosjoUEf8PuuYJrRn-WmbIZt8P7t1bkc/s320/movie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Miah</span> and I went to the movies today. </div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center">Angel had taken the boys with him to the Island to go fishing (which also included some 4-wheeling due to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Devyn</span> mentioning how "all 4 tires were off the ground, we were in the air" while Angel was trying to tell me about the fish that Dom caught).</div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center">Uh huh....</div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center">Yeah, my kids will tell on you. Don't be doing things you shouldn't. They'll come right to MOMMA!</div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center">Anyway, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Miah</span> said she wanted go see The Princess and the Frog. I told her to make a list of the snacks she wanted to take to the movies and she pointed out the exact purse I should use for the trip. That's how we roll. </div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center">She made her list, I handed her some baggies to put pickles in from our jars at home and I finished getting ready. I went online and checked for the next available showing. It starts at 4:50 and it was already 3:20 and we hadn't even left the house or stopped to get the snack. There were no showings in the theaters closer to home so we were going to have to drive a little ways.</div><p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We rushed out of the house and hit the road.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We forgot the list.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We forgot the pickles.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Miah</span> wanted to go to Wendy's for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">frosties</span> and I figured that was a good idea.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">There wasn't a Wendy's close to the theaters but there was an HEB. We hit that bad boy's candy isle up and loaded up on snacks (and a couple of extra drinks just in case we run out of our drink there). We left HEB with a container of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gummie</span> Worms, the movie sized box of NERDS, the variety pack of kit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kat</span>, some life savers sour <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gummies</span>, sandwich bags (the container of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gummies</span> wouldn't fit in the purse) a sprite and a water (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Miah</span> is a water freak) and we were on our way.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We had to scratch the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">frostie</span> idea because after packing my purse with every single thing we bought, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">frosties</span> weren't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">goint</span> to fit. DANG!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We get to the theater and purchase the tickets. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Geez</span>, I forgot how much going to the theater cost.....cause I never go. We get inside and had told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Miah</span> we were going to buy a large bag of popcorn and some drinks. I'm looking at the menu and I'm just about to crap my pants...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">UGHHH</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">SOOOO</span> EXPENSIVE!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I ordered the 2 large drink and 1 large popcorn special. 16+ dollars.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I altered the order a little bit and got 1 large drink, 1 large <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ICEE</span> and 1 large popcorn. 15 bucks even. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Geez</span>, good thing we got our snacks.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The movie was super cute and we enjoyed ourselves. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We got home and Angel was here with the boys and was headed to his Uncle's house. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Miah</span> wanted to go with them so that was the end of Girls Day. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I opted to stay home because that is the way I am. I'm not a fan of being out if I don't have to. I'm home in my pajamas eating leftover <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">riblets</span>, a salad and sipping on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Boones</span> Farm . </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Life is good.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I hope everyone is enjoying their days with their loved ones when you get a chance.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Here's a picture of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Miah</span> that I came across while I was digging up pics of my high school days.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">She's a cave baby for Halloween. I had forgotten how chubby and cute she was back then.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">My mother in law made the costume for her and it was adorable.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Not to mention the huge <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">frickin</span> bone we put in her hair!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJ_dQf0yDdH7-BBq29o4LDxicShotXHmwoIs1Z3cTU2HueV9Q6ypVU4VuNGTL0WifVrie4R_NTGkcSPo_6YSsHMFfWNvGuU2bKgG07BpiPU6h_RpNhlFJTj-eYYw_l4dz_4hpSBV4hIM/s1600-h/008_5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560799459496242" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJ_dQf0yDdH7-BBq29o4LDxicShotXHmwoIs1Z3cTU2HueV9Q6ypVU4VuNGTL0WifVrie4R_NTGkcSPo_6YSsHMFfWNvGuU2bKgG07BpiPU6h_RpNhlFJTj-eYYw_l4dz_4hpSBV4hIM/s320/008_5.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-45931154247848707152010-01-13T10:50:00.000-08:002010-01-14T01:19:34.202-08:00Loungin...I'm home today.<br /><br /><br />I'm not feeling well <span style="font-size:78%;">...*ahem*...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> so I took a personal day. I didn't have many patients anyway so I rescheduled them.</span><br /><br />I've been feeling run down, defeated, tired..you name it, I am it.<br /><br /><br />I just need a day to call "MINE".<br /><br /><br />SO.......<br /><br /><br />I'm sitting on my bed messing with my laptop, stuffing my face and watching TV.<br /><br /><br />It's rainy weather outside and the sky is gray. I love it. It's the best group nap weather EVA!<br /><br />Unfortunately, no one is here to have group nap with me.<br /><br />I thought Angel was going to get rained out so we can have lunch and nap but that excitement was shot down. He's still at work.<br /><br />I do have the cats. Onyx and Tattoo are here as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chupa</span>.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chupa</span> stinks so he's staying on the floor.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYBYj4PWhyphenhyphenif7LeYuXJ6teh5NSGAK8UZIWOPdvIHWrhfMkaI84zaaSMvU3_HmJrln7aWBLjinG1swGt4JbOpEavLYNazEPR0TDeV5QLlajg_aZMKzegX2nvT_aMY7L8j4lRz-fFWfISo/s1600-h/2010-01-13_13.05.52-1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426305411836472402" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYBYj4PWhyphenhyphenif7LeYuXJ6teh5NSGAK8UZIWOPdvIHWrhfMkaI84zaaSMvU3_HmJrln7aWBLjinG1swGt4JbOpEavLYNazEPR0TDeV5QLlajg_aZMKzegX2nvT_aMY7L8j4lRz-fFWfISo/s320/2010-01-13_13.05.52-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3hCSur_eVF5sPcbYDgssKRuhy1K_ik3hQrspjTLdBtcQVujdNYOyaoZsJq0fu0xPs3gvh-epPRMu4kAi83zNYq73z0jSGoycG02LUR2sUvEnKH3TDkEcEfURy87uqgenRbv2FfF9nB4/s1600-h/2010-01-13_13.06.29%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426305380797762226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3hCSur_eVF5sPcbYDgssKRuhy1K_ik3hQrspjTLdBtcQVujdNYOyaoZsJq0fu0xPs3gvh-epPRMu4kAi83zNYq73z0jSGoycG02LUR2sUvEnKH3TDkEcEfURy87uqgenRbv2FfF9nB4/s320/2010-01-13_13.06.29%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Onyx likes to sleep on my face, head and neck so I can't breathe and there is still Tattoo...<br /><br />Well....Tattoo..maybe not such a good choice.<br /><br />My <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-kitty.html">poor Tattoo</a> has taken to shooting snot rockets throughout the house. It's pretty gross and seems to be random.<br />We'll be sitting around, all doing our own thing and we'll hear..."pfffft...pffffffft....pfffffffffffftttttt".<br />He's sneezing.<br /><br />Sure enough, there's either a big booger hanging from his nose and he's trying to lick it off or it was left streaked across the floor, wall, couch, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TV</span>.....on YOU!<br /><br />It's really disgusting, especially when you sit on the couch and something scratches the back of your hand when you moved it. Yeah, it's a crusted petrified booger that has adhered itself to the cushion.<br /><br />I'm not so sure I'm feeling so lucky with my sleeping companions. I may be actually fighting for my life if I nap with them.<br /><br />Regardless, I'm home.<br /><br />....and I'm about to curl back up in the fetal position because it's NAP TIME!!!<br /><br />Have a good one you guys.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br />Alright.....Alright...just to make you feel a little bit better and not AT ALL jealous....<br /><br />I've been crowned "QUEEN FOR THE DAY".<br /><br />For those of you who know and have known me forever know that being QUEEN FOR THE DAY doesn't mean I'm getting the <em>"Royal Treatment"</em> from my kids and husband.<br /><br />No.<br /><br />It means my ass is hugging <em>"The Throne"</em> throughout the day due to some crazy digestive problems.<br /><br />There, no need to feel jealous!~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-23022685975378373012010-01-09T10:52:00.000-08:002010-01-09T15:59:59.686-08:00Happy New Year!<div align="center">OH, I'm late...again...aren't I?<br /><br />Dang. Sorry. It's becoming a habit.<br /><br />How was your New Years? Did you all drink a lot and party? I didn't<br /><br />Did you make resolutions that you may or may not keep? I did.<br /><br />I got to spend the New Years with family. We all went to Angel's uncle's house and hung out there. It's a tradition to go to his house and bring in the new year. This year seemed especially long. I think Angel was there early (like 5 pm) already drinking. I needed to come home and take a nap. I never got that nap. I showered and did my hair and got ready. Then Angel started calling me to hurry up and come over. I did and from then the drinking began.<br /><br />We all had a good time, the New Years was here and the kids were popping fireworks.<br /><br />Around 12:30 am of the new year....I was home in bed.<br /><br />I'm getting old...<br /><br />This picture was taken several days BEFORE New Years at another Uncle/Aunt's house. Angel is in the background surrounded by his cousins, uncle and extended family. We had a great time this night too.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFOn3hhNRDpU-wlke8f-W0GRxxHa1qHQQPmZKae0AuVS254Nlg8NgPCkCB7rgNasq7tLcrKMngMdlDonAuxuk5Aq-6zOC9JIiO1eP-5Z32hRnFQW6fEBOZ8Z3pd52DYKo8woJHRUcM_g/s1600-h/2009-12-24_23.46.22%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820185062377218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFOn3hhNRDpU-wlke8f-W0GRxxHa1qHQQPmZKae0AuVS254Nlg8NgPCkCB7rgNasq7tLcrKMngMdlDonAuxuk5Aq-6zOC9JIiO1eP-5Z32hRnFQW6fEBOZ8Z3pd52DYKo8woJHRUcM_g/s320/2009-12-24_23.46.22%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This next picture is a cake that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Devyn</span> WON at the Boys and Girl's Club. Do you see ALL OF THAT CANDY?!<br /><br />Yeah, it's a candy land cake. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Every time</span> I blinked and looked at it some of the candy was missing and the cake looked ravaged.<br /><br />Trust me....it was! The kids tore it up! I was getting a stomach ache just looking at it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPxQuhUrdBhyphenhyphenSgwwvQdBnZOC03r0UVq1GPdLaA0PCd54aCcyInVoDbSi4egdqHeOBuykc9Xz3sYEM-TPygIwzFakvfS0SkaT8W4u83p7X0XUxcsgm6zHcOO3jciJxyVrmpuPon0jURg0/s1600-h/2009-12-23_17.25.23%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820177660875826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPxQuhUrdBhyphenhyphenSgwwvQdBnZOC03r0UVq1GPdLaA0PCd54aCcyInVoDbSi4egdqHeOBuykc9Xz3sYEM-TPygIwzFakvfS0SkaT8W4u83p7X0XUxcsgm6zHcOO3jciJxyVrmpuPon0jURg0/s320/2009-12-23_17.25.23%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">candy land</span> cake came two days AFTER the kids and I made a gingerbread house.</div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">UGHHHHH</span>.</div><div align="center">All that candy all at once!</div><div align="center">I swear, I probably have a dozen cavities....and I didn't even eat ANY of it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrMIxWNE85s3-ueoqi5-2yBmfMqqWJ9KgmtTYRra1x0UyTUN8R2egllTgWSIe5Ht9DorXwqAry7OoHy5iN8-EO_0_4nNw6JbgfUFKAQ2cnTDoTdnWjivQc_LAxB7ed3dJ6B22LcJdcoA/s1600-h/2009-12-18_18.51.17%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424834059792612338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrMIxWNE85s3-ueoqi5-2yBmfMqqWJ9KgmtTYRra1x0UyTUN8R2egllTgWSIe5Ht9DorXwqAry7OoHy5iN8-EO_0_4nNw6JbgfUFKAQ2cnTDoTdnWjivQc_LAxB7ed3dJ6B22LcJdcoA/s320/2009-12-18_18.51.17%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kids have a PS2 so I found Dance Dance Revolution for the kids for just 15.00. WOW. They love it. Especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Miah</span>. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzmQwCg5PbK8oZ89qFRPYElwEC4EhG_PKt8Ocq_dYa4bO-opOH8W5KxSUt6oNS8w1bEUUM6A6GYLt1cI9gsS8BxLR7b2usiNIo3Kejvg2EFWpa9METhz2CgCM3Dz3Zcy47srgfKeu-pA/s1600-h/2009-12-28_19.35.32%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820170865898434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzmQwCg5PbK8oZ89qFRPYElwEC4EhG_PKt8Ocq_dYa4bO-opOH8W5KxSUt6oNS8w1bEUUM6A6GYLt1cI9gsS8BxLR7b2usiNIo3Kejvg2EFWpa9METhz2CgCM3Dz3Zcy47srgfKeu-pA/s320/2009-12-28_19.35.32%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This picture was taken right after New Years. We packed up the kids and took off to the beach again to our new <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-thanksgivingbelated.html">favorite hideaway.</a><br />Here is me and my baby girl.<br />Dom is peeking his head up in the background.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXXb5MeUgkK-GfENvDB-zBBZUbiqHPnlJigUjhF335plsuDR22wAbh6jzGf5jadMmrD28IG07zIquA0mEByf4_q8IM4Irm2IJXLut2QQHuQjctbr4dJsWBbFuaqikUEaoWsxLz3-XKLI/s1600-h/2010-01-02_13.04.35%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819492630539794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXXb5MeUgkK-GfENvDB-zBBZUbiqHPnlJigUjhF335plsuDR22wAbh6jzGf5jadMmrD28IG07zIquA0mEByf4_q8IM4Irm2IJXLut2QQHuQjctbr4dJsWBbFuaqikUEaoWsxLz3-XKLI/s320/2010-01-02_13.04.35%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The weather in January is so nice, the kids had a great time at the beach. We parked close to the dunes so the kids could play.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHVS49Tnc1ZYAevcEPve0AP0FLTGE4DMdZGaorRxGJG1bMXmXxlRe-FAEkd5dbpK1Q0k6oXtMgxcsOrQtRQJVC_mCBvSMTh8SPm1KRqrAl5gt2lQ-N_1C0OmX1UAyfW1IzkcfffpO5m8/s1600-h/2010-01-02_13.40.36%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819489323077058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHVS49Tnc1ZYAevcEPve0AP0FLTGE4DMdZGaorRxGJG1bMXmXxlRe-FAEkd5dbpK1Q0k6oXtMgxcsOrQtRQJVC_mCBvSMTh8SPm1KRqrAl5gt2lQ-N_1C0OmX1UAyfW1IzkcfffpO5m8/s320/2010-01-02_13.40.36%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How they can roll around in all that sand and not have a care in the world.....</div><div align="center">Sand in their eyes, mouth and hair.....kids.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGwVZ_SbFOLgR5PEmsjNExUUhqydMVZ5ZuHd6GhQ68-ZnctqECx3-CZXocSuLy1Tz-_pCe6r2P8eDr2pqXpfSsYtEnjjTLtduJ7SpYr-ughEvbmHBiuV_quHbHHW5ZTdEV5z-rTZF-kc/s1600-h/2010-01-02_14.14.33%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819481050176658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGwVZ_SbFOLgR5PEmsjNExUUhqydMVZ5ZuHd6GhQ68-ZnctqECx3-CZXocSuLy1Tz-_pCe6r2P8eDr2pqXpfSsYtEnjjTLtduJ7SpYr-ughEvbmHBiuV_quHbHHW5ZTdEV5z-rTZF-kc/s320/2010-01-02_14.14.33%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />YES, that's a bike. We took a bike to the beach and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Devyn</span> rode it for awhile. The sand was hard enough where the cars drive to ride the bike.</div><div align="center">Notice the BBQ pit. There is always a way to get nice hot food even if we are far away.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBlVkTmdFQtLi_Q2Uhu4h8hl2Ht0L5JiZ2odRAVV1wL8NKdCwOGwki0ppoDiu5BoOWALdxucYrtFFo-MjePD9UHKHoMN8KaNH3Br7AXzMh4WeC-wn27EBL6A6fU_ZDqoXNDN_gEXMrDw/s1600-h/2010-01-02_15.33.52%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819475184965346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBlVkTmdFQtLi_Q2Uhu4h8hl2Ht0L5JiZ2odRAVV1wL8NKdCwOGwki0ppoDiu5BoOWALdxucYrtFFo-MjePD9UHKHoMN8KaNH3Br7AXzMh4WeC-wn27EBL6A6fU_ZDqoXNDN_gEXMrDw/s320/2010-01-02_15.33.52%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know I said the weather was nice and all but my ass is OLD. I was cold and bundled up. I had to sit on the Queen's chair in the back of the truck because the air was hitting me and I thought I was going to turn into a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Popsicle</span>.</div><div align="center">Damn, aging sucks.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKI4zT8ZtkUoqGSv9W9PidPZWyKz1LVUYBezVj0ON7q0ltyoR8MklcPC1qefcd78DLOqfYHB4anVGmc3eli-MW8yso9dUjRvEbhPupw9Kmq3PfaOV_SQhiGjyO8WsAUP1SDyCe2mL8D4Y/s1600-h/2010-01-02_15.58.50%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819473717662978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKI4zT8ZtkUoqGSv9W9PidPZWyKz1LVUYBezVj0ON7q0ltyoR8MklcPC1qefcd78DLOqfYHB4anVGmc3eli-MW8yso9dUjRvEbhPupw9Kmq3PfaOV_SQhiGjyO8WsAUP1SDyCe2mL8D4Y/s320/2010-01-02_15.58.50%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you read <a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-is-dangerous.html">my last post</a> then you know about my Christmas gift from Angel. What better time to try it out, huh?</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrb0Bl94FGnV4s5G_AakQ0K-iyS_DOA9MSg67CEvvruQmC0oJaHxuZwVOJCTG9n_dSv_1tH_nxc3fOxWGmUtvsSFA_a5aXZVTiHmvNKrIe649Zia8zwmNkkZgDNijsbMhm3fOn7J_hkFA/s1600-h/pee.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424824010270123330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrb0Bl94FGnV4s5G_AakQ0K-iyS_DOA9MSg67CEvvruQmC0oJaHxuZwVOJCTG9n_dSv_1tH_nxc3fOxWGmUtvsSFA_a5aXZVTiHmvNKrIe649Zia8zwmNkkZgDNijsbMhm3fOn7J_hkFA/s320/pee.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">So, I took my present into the dunes and almost got my nether regions all stung up by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mosquitoes</span>. Not pretty. Nevertheless, my present served it's purpose!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I hope everyone had a great and safe Holiday weekend. I will keep you updated when I can. </div>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-15126380756189703822009-12-25T21:20:00.000-08:002009-12-25T21:25:46.478-08:00CHRISTMAS TIME IS DANGEROUS!!<p align="center">So...I've been really busy these past few days/weeks. I've really been stressing over Christmas for the kids and the family.</p><p align="center">I like buying gift bags at this particular store because they are super CHEAP! I'm talking 25 and 50 cent super large gift bags. I'm a sucker for easy wrapping even if it means sticking gifts in a bag and handing them off to someone.<br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center">Well, as I was heading to my favorite store, I'm pulling out of this parking lot and get into the right side of the exit (to turn right). Another car pulls up to the left side of me and it appears to be going to turn to the left. This car did NOT have a signal light to let me know. All of a sudden, this car starts going forward a little bit and then....turns to the RIGHT!!!</p><p align="center">Right into the left front bumper of my truck. The car keeps driving and ultimately scrapes the whole right side of the car with this looooong line of damage left from my vehicle.....and then....keeps driving.</p><p align="center">OOOHHHH YOU KNOW I FOLLOWED!!</p><p align="center">This person turns into a road and then immediately makes a U-turn I guess to try to shake me off. When this person saw me pull right up beside HER and motion for her to PULL HER ASS OVER, she was PISSED!</p><p align="center">She pulled over and got out of her car, looked at her damage, came over and looked at my damage and starated cussing ME out! This girl was very hostile. She was waving her hands in the air and yelling all kinds of obscenities at me as well as throwing the "N" word around a few times. She starts yelling to me, "GIVE ME YOUR INFO SO I CAN GO HOME!"</p><p align="center">NOPE.</p><p align="center">I told her we were going to call the police, and I did.</p><p align="center">She tried to lie to the cops about how the incident happened but he knew she was <s>a crazy bioooch</s> lying.</p><p align="center">I've submitted my claim but I have to wait for after the holidays in order for this to get settled.</p><p align="center">Here's the damage:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGX5MMw-Fl0VK1ruxeXqczZ40H4TmqYboRSPdSm85-0Vey8oHllRVjAWIonUv_DE_5YYYQxNAgGna2sJ73-OeJyxMdJm8j5qOmOmV6znou1CDVsTixMBnzF_AbAWjylANsmqA6o4dWMBc/s1600-h/accident2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458053823718018" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGX5MMw-Fl0VK1ruxeXqczZ40H4TmqYboRSPdSm85-0Vey8oHllRVjAWIonUv_DE_5YYYQxNAgGna2sJ73-OeJyxMdJm8j5qOmOmV6znou1CDVsTixMBnzF_AbAWjylANsmqA6o4dWMBc/s320/accident2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFlXAjOPXdX3pIUItsgUeQUD4cF9Pb71yEwGXtKWrXl9awrnvXEMFRp4ILq0w-52TXUKXCwiWyTqvCkEjyBmmB8_dh5R3_ZkU7J9Pl-yzNveuTGTqFj0hJjkhoOVOu_l8h35RCiyxA3E/s1600-h/accident.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458047908932498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFlXAjOPXdX3pIUItsgUeQUD4cF9Pb71yEwGXtKWrXl9awrnvXEMFRp4ILq0w-52TXUKXCwiWyTqvCkEjyBmmB8_dh5R3_ZkU7J9Pl-yzNveuTGTqFj0hJjkhoOVOu_l8h35RCiyxA3E/s320/accident.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Now, How was everyone's Christmas??</p><p align="center">My kids are pretty happy with what they got. </p><p align="center">Angel took on the responsibility of getting the kids some of their presents. Guess what Santa Daddy got them? Gaming Chairs. They hook up to the game system or their MP3 players and they have built in speakers. Poor Dom, the one he chose didn't work so Angel has to take it back and get a new one but Miah's has some pretty loud speakers. </p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Da6NrYWZ1DwjB2bPPnc44ZbeO5OpjeK2CL1xiqreRDPRLz7yxp2OEPzej_MyliKmzJYLT-Glq9IvxXO9scZusSSQtxEUwENMcybughcUp3XsHPFxtF1UlCT4yKr64Swi0uLyyWi0sK8/s1600-h/chair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404306997260802" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Da6NrYWZ1DwjB2bPPnc44ZbeO5OpjeK2CL1xiqreRDPRLz7yxp2OEPzej_MyliKmzJYLT-Glq9IvxXO9scZusSSQtxEUwENMcybughcUp3XsHPFxtF1UlCT4yKr64Swi0uLyyWi0sK8/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThcZ1lVqFjIY2Rq3JkUObMk8YtDwLCFLVMsw_RVjU_4cTDjHxhOa7cANKjxxyupLtvU4ci3Jn9M11Yz9WaohomjVblEkTnpeQ8Yg0rjhSGgeW25YtkyodFSMjx7em-0EoPdck_JNYPfI/s1600-h/chair2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404298748259362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThcZ1lVqFjIY2Rq3JkUObMk8YtDwLCFLVMsw_RVjU_4cTDjHxhOa7cANKjxxyupLtvU4ci3Jn9M11Yz9WaohomjVblEkTnpeQ8Yg0rjhSGgeW25YtkyodFSMjx7em-0EoPdck_JNYPfI/s320/chair2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><p align="center">The Boys got some Ripstick Gs and All the kids are receiving new bikes. </p><p align="center">ME?</p><p align="center">What did I get?</p><p align="center">Oh, let me show you...<br /></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaqyfz0bZ9Z0GTSwFxPcd7hBbvZj22nHBbjbcnOC-lRcW8HE1f00kWv-I6onThrS1rwCzQIQeTjukm8EE5DlwBxNfAckNQb2sZk4tfUfee4aHm7UzdKyC4nz8FOPzqLemOH75B0XcAUQ/s1600-h/toilet.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403831921420242" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaqyfz0bZ9Z0GTSwFxPcd7hBbvZj22nHBbjbcnOC-lRcW8HE1f00kWv-I6onThrS1rwCzQIQeTjukm8EE5DlwBxNfAckNQb2sZk4tfUfee4aHm7UzdKyC4nz8FOPzqLemOH75B0XcAUQ/s320/toilet.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n-r03hW8D2qSSJ8f305IfPpsaLp53SYhxfdHs0-nR0WgsHjK_ORKHjNjOyZ_9E-leOC4Kw4IRVdMO3azIMoZdYD3AorVinKuwwj7meTKc8aC1-q8Qw_fdEjRacXCXXh0nLsWxyIfdKc/s1600-h/doodie.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403824435234258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n-r03hW8D2qSSJ8f305IfPpsaLp53SYhxfdHs0-nR0WgsHjK_ORKHjNjOyZ_9E-leOC4Kw4IRVdMO3azIMoZdYD3AorVinKuwwj7meTKc8aC1-q8Qw_fdEjRacXCXXh0nLsWxyIfdKc/s320/doodie.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">WHAT?!?!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">DON'T LAUGH!!</span></p><p align="center">I actually love it! For those of you who know me and the fact that I am always complaining about going camping/fishing/to the beach, you know that I am not comfortable if I have to go and squat in the bushes/dunes/in the water <---just kidding (am I?)</p><p align="center">Angel saw it and knew it was for me! </p><p align="center">That's LOVE!</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center">That's not all my soulmate got for me!</p><p align="center">Check this out!!!.....</p><p align="center">It is soooo big I couldn't fit the whole thing on my camera for the picture. </p><p align="center">I mean, really...it's <span style="font-size:180%;">HUGE!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU6GABuhdNECtbBcgbJ1lLckt5byhHq3OJ6oq8ZjPde0Y3ryw9qyTm9ASThYNBdGHRLQ4ZrYijpsfsnQr-KNjlL0Dn0rxA2QHaK8vP2G8LfVGGL_U0yNpL8CvIDoNSiBkxmkhMy2zjp4/s1600-h/tv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419408695024331394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfU6GABuhdNECtbBcgbJ1lLckt5byhHq3OJ6oq8ZjPde0Y3ryw9qyTm9ASThYNBdGHRLQ4ZrYijpsfsnQr-KNjlL0Dn0rxA2QHaK8vP2G8LfVGGL_U0yNpL8CvIDoNSiBkxmkhMy2zjp4/s320/tv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />SEE BOBBY!!! I GOT A TV TOO!!!</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center">.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Okay, maybe, I overexaggerated a tad.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dOSRF7pTF8PZdCD1r5KZepPx_7sITG40VB4GB8FwlgirUf4vjGXgXo18teQlJXs6M8aDWtgZeCIP0G1CSFKMfnYFdvYPfXG9Z5s8N6CX5l6XMEHav8l7EuSjrgiefX7h4l9hh7ZBaN8/s1600-h/metv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419408690030069842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dOSRF7pTF8PZdCD1r5KZepPx_7sITG40VB4GB8FwlgirUf4vjGXgXo18teQlJXs6M8aDWtgZeCIP0G1CSFKMfnYFdvYPfXG9Z5s8N6CX5l6XMEHav8l7EuSjrgiefX7h4l9hh7ZBaN8/s320/metv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not quite as enormous as I made it out to be but still. It's for the kitchen. I was cooking one day and ..... (yes, I said ONE DAY) I was missing a show I wanted to watch during that time. We started talking about how we could "benefit" from a TV right there in the kitchen and BAM!! The decision was made.<br />It's only a 15 inch but I really don't need a massive one crowding my counter.<br /><br />Miah and Devyn got their snuggies and they are super happy campers!<br /><br />We spent quality time with family who drove in from different areas of Texas so we are feeling please and blessed to be loved.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">MERRY</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">CHRISTMAS</span> <span style="color:#ffcc33;">EVERYONE!</span></span><br /></p>~Sheila~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334noreply@blogger.com3