<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713</id><updated>2012-01-22T21:44:11.092-08:00</updated><category term='2 minutes'/><category term='There you are'/><category term='Angel surgery'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Robert'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='skulls'/><category term='foolish me'/><category term='memorial day weekend'/><category term='sneaky pick'/><category term='The mall'/><category term='Mr Magoo'/><category term='fraggle rock'/><category term='onyx'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='Dancin with my bitches..'/><category term='working out'/><category term='want to be lazy'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Chupa'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='Angel never cleans'/><category term='pets'/><category term='sharkathon'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='need to workout'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='Xmas tree'/><category term='work'/><category term='Boones'/><category term='Stupid rodents'/><category term='Crap weekend'/><category term='Glitter panties'/><category term='MindofMiah'/><category term='Latisse'/><category term='Wanna go to MEXICO?'/><category term='Dom school'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='spammed'/><category term='selfishness'/><category term='school work'/><category term='Beds. 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Houston'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='Busted'/><category term='the dogs'/><category term='track'/><category term='Jared&apos;s request'/><category term='water'/><category term='chique'/><category term='Dom&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Christmas wrap-up'/><category term='Catch-up'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='getting old'/><category term='cereal'/><category term='Satan doll from hell'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day.'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Tevin Campbell'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='My SIL'/><category term='some assembly required'/><category term='flag football'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Devyn soccer'/><category term='Moe'/><category term='devyn'/><category term='truck accident'/><category term='Venus'/><category term='One minute inside a woman&apos;s head.'/><category term='gas prices'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='Kinect'/><category term='denial'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='spooky house'/><category term='tickets'/><category term='Target'/><category term='Raspas'/><category term='For SIL'/><category term='Devyn psychic lotto powers'/><category term='Dom violin'/><category term='Christmas tree'/><category term='So...I have this friend.'/><category term='tampons'/><category term='parents'/><category term='selfish husband'/><category term='updated'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='school pictures'/><category term='food'/><category term='water heater'/><category term='nastiness'/><category term='ghost.'/><category term='Movie Night'/><category term='queen'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='Regional Track'/><category term='Lazy.'/><category term='NOT SEXY'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='Land Rover'/><category term='gray hair'/><category term='grandma Imelda'/><category term='need sleep'/><category term='CYN'/><category term='Jenn'/><category term='geriatrics'/><category term='faith birthday'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><subtitle type='html'>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...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-4028552577926442923</id><published>2012-01-16T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:57:41.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You..</title><content type='html'>I Miss You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;We used to be so close.&lt;br /&gt;We were inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;We were soul-mates.&lt;br /&gt;All I had to do was think about you and you were there..almost in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hardly see you.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly even know you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we're not even friends.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you don't love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you!!&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you at any time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone interferes with our chances to be together.&lt;br /&gt;I toss and turn at night since you're not there with me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you've moved on, right?&lt;br /&gt;You found someone else who will embrace you the way I used to. Maybe better.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me about spending ALL DAY with you.&lt;br /&gt;I read about it ONLINE!&lt;br /&gt;It's as if they are bragging about being with you.&lt;br /&gt;My life feels like Adele songs without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to make time for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be the best partner EVER! Just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know you know I can't promise but I will TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love me anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;, come back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-4028552577926442923?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/4028552577926442923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=4028552577926442923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4028552577926442923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4028552577926442923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You..'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1677078043214089496</id><published>2012-01-14T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:59:40.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>I've got some work to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;..... 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I better not do the "promise" thing. I just gonna stick with...I'm gonna try. It's gotta be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not..tough titties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said, I am aware of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't need is people pointing it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, she decided today that it was HER job to let me know that I was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GELLIN&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, folks, and she's not talking about Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scholl's&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FzirZ5DJ14/TxHdDZlpXLI/AAAAAAAACHQ/jcDf5idwHbM/s1600/gellin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FzirZ5DJ14/TxHdDZlpXLI/AAAAAAAACHQ/jcDf5idwHbM/s320/gellin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697578054078520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she definitely wasn't looking at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm gonna have to head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt; today to get a new scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you've read the past posts when I was dieting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(many, many moons ago..)&lt;/span&gt; then you know I HAD a scale. I liked it to cause it Lied to me and made me think I was thin.&lt;br /&gt;My scale has met an untimely demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my cats peed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said PEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S NO PRINCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;But now my poor scale was the victim this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL DOES THAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAN1GgeBmFo/TxHoBuQtYWI/AAAAAAAACHo/JWN9wVhNGqI/s1600/CAT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lAN1GgeBmFo/TxHoBuQtYWI/AAAAAAAACHo/JWN9wVhNGqI/s320/CAT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697590119896015202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I got some serious training to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPEWD-NaN4A/TxHpssTNwPI/AAAAAAAACH0/XEIPCQh30To/s1600/250_Benjamin_peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPEWD-NaN4A/TxHpssTNwPI/AAAAAAAACH0/XEIPCQh30To/s320/250_Benjamin_peeing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697591957615657202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I can't get this problem under control, there's gonna be a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDI1WO7i9U8/TxHoBvB78LI/AAAAAAAACHc/Sskc0tnUxQU/s1600/CAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDI1WO7i9U8/TxHoBvB78LI/AAAAAAAACHc/Sskc0tnUxQU/s320/CAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697590120102490290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1677078043214089496?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1677078043214089496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1677078043214089496&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1677078043214089496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1677078043214089496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-got-some-work-to-do.html' title='I&apos;ve got some work to do...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FzirZ5DJ14/TxHdDZlpXLI/AAAAAAAACHQ/jcDf5idwHbM/s72-c/gellin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-8845399298958497135</id><published>2012-01-12T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:42:21.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tevin Campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Sighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day 2012'/><title type='text'>OH NO SHE DI'INT!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roque&lt;/span&gt;, considered the contest unworthy of participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whatev&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a pic of her office by the time Christmas rolled around but I can say it was/is "cute".&lt;br /&gt;MINE on the other hand was "THE SHIT"!&lt;br /&gt;She'd walk by my "area" (cause I really didn't have an "office" per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;) and I would taunt her by saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wacha&lt;/span&gt; think about THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lisssssaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wacha&lt;/span&gt; got NOW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girliieeeeee&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;She would chuckle out loud but I knew she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SKERD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8itoSw18JkI/Tw-MCWqaroI/AAAAAAAACFg/HFhczBB9Zz0/s1600/IMG_20111207_171837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8itoSw18JkI/Tw-MCWqaroI/AAAAAAAACFg/HFhczBB9Zz0/s320/IMG_20111207_171837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696926025718083202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THA&lt;/span&gt; SHIT, Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, a white bearded man in a shop with elves working on making toys? Who would believe that nonsense? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa is actually roaming the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McAllen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIfe6ADHYc8/Tw-U4FOSnOI/AAAAAAAACFs/XY--i4xBhxM/s1600/IMG_20120105_092135-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIfe6ADHYc8/Tw-U4FOSnOI/AAAAAAAACFs/XY--i4xBhxM/s320/IMG_20120105_092135-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696935744842669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, Santa, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We're moving on to the next holiday which is Valentine's Day and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ON, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LISSSSAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OOOONNNNN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgSYAfNUK-k/Tw-YfklIDTI/AAAAAAAACF4/210GaCIHRQo/s1600/IMG_20120112_135914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgSYAfNUK-k/Tw-YfklIDTI/AAAAAAAACF4/210GaCIHRQo/s320/IMG_20120112_135914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696939721809726770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, Baby! Lissa is going DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I have my interior decorator putting things together for me. His name is Robert and he's THE BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so he's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; an interior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;decorator&lt;/span&gt;, 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.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just call him my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intern&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anywhoooo&lt;/span&gt;...Lissa is getting jealous because I have help and she's looking to recruit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Roque&lt;/span&gt; to help her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Roque&lt;/span&gt; has already volunteered to dress as Cupid to help her cause.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Roque&lt;/span&gt;, now when I think about Cupid, I get this image in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0sSabQgdb0/Tw-b8M9TZNI/AAAAAAAACGE/K5SsPQ7fBE0/s1600/old%2Bcupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0sSabQgdb0/Tw-b8M9TZNI/AAAAAAAACGE/K5SsPQ7fBE0/s320/old%2Bcupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696943512219772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go right ahead, Lissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BRANG&lt;/span&gt; IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me turn Robert into a Cupid also.&lt;br /&gt;Two can play that game!&lt;br /&gt;This could mean W-A-R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post a pic of HER office, Yeah, she has hanging decor but that don't mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;NUTHIN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said. It's ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to end this post and make it public for you guys but something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing away and twirling my neck all ghetto-like while I listen to Throwback Jams on the Music Choice channel, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tevin&lt;/span&gt; Campbell song came on. I was like, "Oh hell yeah!" I love me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tevin&lt;/span&gt; Campbell, especially back in the day when he and I were the same age and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;CRUSHIN&lt;/span&gt; on him and I would pretend he was singing to me and that we were gonna get married and grow old together.&lt;br /&gt;As the years went on...I sometimes still fascinated about that. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but don't tell nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt; to his song "Goodbye" and semi-dreaming of those long lost fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm glancing up periodically and looking at the pics of my past love. He was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; back then. I was so infatuated with him and his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCEjvn8ENZA/Tw-i8NhZKjI/AAAAAAAACHA/x14sUbsZrCs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCEjvn8ENZA/Tw-i8NhZKjI/AAAAAAAACHA/x14sUbsZrCs/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951208952539698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, granted, these are pics from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;WAAY&lt;/span&gt; back but he's still so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoIiPOG1XKM/Tw-i7v5srdI/AAAAAAAACG0/QmRRzW7Tp0w/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoIiPOG1XKM/Tw-i7v5srdI/AAAAAAAACG0/QmRRzW7Tp0w/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951201001418194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the pics went on he's getting more and more sophisticated and intellectual looking as he ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK2qFsG9iqU/Tw-i7Z7hOzI/AAAAAAAACGo/vJkuIWmnrHY/s1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK2qFsG9iqU/Tw-i7Z7hOzI/AAAAAAAACGo/vJkuIWmnrHY/s320/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951195103476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2D8_pYMvgo/Tw-i6X_T3iI/AAAAAAAACGc/zwyEN3xlJOM/s1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2D8_pYMvgo/Tw-i6X_T3iI/AAAAAAAACGc/zwyEN3xlJOM/s320/v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951177402637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, Wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What just happened there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone just see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;-day hairstyles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqn3-ui_N2E/Tw-i6MlByfI/AAAAAAAACGQ/P9ujP5c0tic/s1600/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqn3-ui_N2E/Tw-i6MlByfI/AAAAAAAACGQ/P9ujP5c0tic/s320/n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696951174339611122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LAWD&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it isn't SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid he's exploded into full on driving the white van with tinted windows around the elementary schools..trolling for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's that high pitched sound?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's ME wincing in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tevin&lt;/span&gt;, but I see what has happened to you as I have married and moved on. I couldn't wait around any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm hoping we never see each other again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that folks....I'm O-U-T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-8845399298958497135?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/8845399298958497135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=8845399298958497135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8845399298958497135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8845399298958497135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no-she-diint.html' title='OH NO SHE DI&apos;INT!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8itoSw18JkI/Tw-MCWqaroI/AAAAAAAACFg/HFhczBB9Zz0/s72-c/IMG_20111207_171837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1843017302325531286</id><published>2012-01-12T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:29:10.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch-up'/><title type='text'>It's time to play Catch-Up!</title><content type='html'>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 ......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*cough, cough*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh...GAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...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.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW I called him back and called him on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, that was foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so..back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it. Like I said, this is a Catch-Up blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get down to business in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1843017302325531286?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1843017302325531286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1843017302325531286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1843017302325531286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1843017302325531286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-to-play-catch-up.html' title='It&apos;s time to play Catch-Up!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-25330969653376367</id><published>2011-07-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:31:23.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regional Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastinator'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALRIGHT, PEOPLE, I'M ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN CALL OFF THE SEARCH PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm gonna be getting ready for Miah and Devyn's Regional Track Meet this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all about it when I get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-25330969653376367?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/25330969653376367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=25330969653376367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/25330969653376367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/25330969653376367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7788179194379806635</id><published>2010-11-28T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:45:12.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah&apos;s birthday.'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miah!!</title><content type='html'>So, I know I promised &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; birthday post and I know her birthday was earlier this month but I didn't lie....I delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl turned 11 on the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month and she wanted a (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt;) slumber party. Who am I to turn down a birthday wish? &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-updatesorry-so-long.html"&gt;We did it last year&lt;/a&gt;, why not do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we invited the whole volleyball team. There are 19 girls on the teams (thank goodness not all of them showed up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the party, I was able to get a picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; with her two brothers. Aren't they sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMYDc9unFI/AAAAAAAACE8/tNmN4g7lATQ/s1600/DSC03352.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMYDc9unFI/AAAAAAAACE8/tNmN4g7lATQ/s320/DSC03352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next few pics are basically the set-up of the table and goodies. Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; wanted a Halloween themed party, it was pretty easy to get most of the stuff 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMYDHV7zdI/AAAAAAAACE0/NWD-UKVVluc/s1600/DSC03410.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMYDHV7zdI/AAAAAAAACE0/NWD-UKVVluc/s320/DSC03410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXZhuzNSI/AAAAAAAACEs/4xpsiLHvUzk/s1600/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXZhuzNSI/AAAAAAAACEs/4xpsiLHvUzk/s320/DSC03394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXZR4VHmI/AAAAAAAACEk/Yajktzx6yUE/s1600/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXZR4VHmI/AAAAAAAACEk/Yajktzx6yUE/s320/DSC03393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXY0tL7JI/AAAAAAAACEc/fEPGa69A674/s1600/DSC03392.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXY0tL7JI/AAAAAAAACEc/fEPGa69A674/s320/DSC03392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXYq4l5MI/AAAAAAAACEU/k2b0nDoYycI/s1600/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXYq4l5MI/AAAAAAAACEU/k2b0nDoYycI/s320/DSC03391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; made himself part of the party throughout the whole night. He was singing on the microphone while the girls played rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXYLhZxDI/AAAAAAAACEM/csFxE4x-E5o/s1600/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMXYLhZxDI/AAAAAAAACEM/csFxE4x-E5o/s320/DSC03422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRi61WGI/AAAAAAAACEE/jdFbeGqxT1w/s1600/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRi61WGI/AAAAAAAACEE/jdFbeGqxT1w/s320/DSC03421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and there is a large TV in front of them to play the regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRVpytDI/AAAAAAAACD8/crLW08H4CYU/s1600/DSC03419.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRVpytDI/AAAAAAAACD8/crLW08H4CYU/s320/DSC03419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Big screen TV had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kinect&lt;/span&gt;. The girls danced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALLLL&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT! It was a never ending Lady Gaga song night too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRNlMgWI/AAAAAAAACD0/GY1gof7ba3Q/s1600/DSC03416.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWRNlMgWI/AAAAAAAACD0/GY1gof7ba3Q/s320/DSC03416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWP9E7nSI/AAAAAAAACDs/QAObIy2HFAI/s1600/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWP9E7nSI/AAAAAAAACDs/QAObIy2HFAI/s320/DSC03436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWPQ5PyiI/AAAAAAAACDk/XveOJ1Q2fmE/s1600/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMWPQ5PyiI/AAAAAAAACDk/XveOJ1Q2fmE/s320/DSC03437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVRKDSvRI/AAAAAAAACDc/SW5phQJuLdc/s1600/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVRKDSvRI/AAAAAAAACDc/SW5phQJuLdc/s320/DSC03438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVQtFmisI/AAAAAAAACDU/Ey_1T8sZZzw/s1600/DSC03439.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVQtFmisI/AAAAAAAACDU/Ey_1T8sZZzw/s320/DSC03439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; passed out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVQdINlTI/AAAAAAAACDM/QjEcqpN6dT4/s1600/DSC03440.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVQdINlTI/AAAAAAAACDM/QjEcqpN6dT4/s320/DSC03440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning one of the girls mentioned that they still had the gingerbread Halloween houses that weren't made.....so...BREAKFAST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVPknJrFI/AAAAAAAACDE/qRmepldI9SQ/s1600/DSC03445.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVPknJrFI/AAAAAAAACDE/qRmepldI9SQ/s320/DSC03445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good thing there were 3 of the houses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVPZLqSNI/AAAAAAAACC8/aw_LRZRHsm4/s1600/DSC03446.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMVPZLqSNI/AAAAAAAACC8/aw_LRZRHsm4/s320/DSC03446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, I know, just like last year where they had cake and ice cream for breakfast. What can I say?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMcWe0oWSI/AAAAAAAACFE/TWqI2CoMdNE/s1600/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMcWe0oWSI/AAAAAAAACFE/TWqI2CoMdNE/s320/DSC03414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; party. Guess we're gonna have to have a sleep-over for his party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMda8JkLGI/AAAAAAAACFM/kuCqYxq9F_M/s1600/DSC03448.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMda8JkLGI/AAAAAAAACFM/kuCqYxq9F_M/s320/DSC03448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77b98efce24e80b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77b98efce24e80b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B7F57F926090F78E7272576BC70973F1BB360DF.4E02978322FCA7BCBDC5AEBC9AEE4C594B46F3F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77b98efce24e80b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4zouxDYn0PipGOvcEa1cJu6yzBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77b98efce24e80b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B7F57F926090F78E7272576BC70973F1BB360DF.4E02978322FCA7BCBDC5AEBC9AEE4C594B46F3F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77b98efce24e80b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4zouxDYn0PipGOvcEa1cJu6yzBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c3af851852d8b9f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c3af851852d8b9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D113DC40488434CBB3DEDD17EA9361F63DA43C404.6344E474C146E218D5266C7B2DBF8DC456B79BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c3af851852d8b9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPgecR2QovQIbVeR9aAPEXyPme4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c3af851852d8b9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D113DC40488434CBB3DEDD17EA9361F63DA43C404.6344E474C146E218D5266C7B2DBF8DC456B79BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c3af851852d8b9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPgecR2QovQIbVeR9aAPEXyPme4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a bonus, I've put an embarrassing video of me dancing to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinect&lt;/span&gt;. If you listen closely, you will hear the comments that my volleyball girls say. They were cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="323" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-865079985bff2988" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D865079985bff2988%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D1EE1C3CBC7E2A528F27C4E155CF21608E1F67D.5AC5DD37BFC7FB6EDE93982E2AE9FE0D37ABCB52%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D865079985bff2988%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DogY6ZGMrkvCoGgLdhsCgKrdt2ec&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="323" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D865079985bff2988%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D1EE1C3CBC7E2A528F27C4E155CF21608E1F67D.5AC5DD37BFC7FB6EDE93982E2AE9FE0D37ABCB52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D865079985bff2988%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DogY6ZGMrkvCoGgLdhsCgKrdt2ec&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all...I would say it was a great birthday for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MIAH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7788179194379806635?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7788179194379806635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7788179194379806635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7788179194379806635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7788179194379806635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-miah.html' title='Happy Birthday Miah!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TPMYDc9unFI/AAAAAAAACE8/tNmN4g7lATQ/s72-c/DSC03352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1641645497941601844</id><published>2010-11-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:06:06.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><title type='text'>Promises...promises...</title><content type='html'>I know I promised a Halloween post...and it's coming...promise&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...(again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Best Buy, bought it, brought it home and stuck it in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't like to be bothered hooking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually let Dominique take care of all the installations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, it was super easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, it was super easy...cause Dom did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait until the kids aren't around before I try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, today while the kids were in school and my mom was here at the house, I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, that game is the S-H-I-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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). &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this video doesn't do much justice but it's an example of how easy the game really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's playing the game for the very first time. She didn't realize I was behind her with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bbcee8beeea8e43d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbcee8beeea8e43d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4098F45BE3CEC263B5CD213CFD9368C2D8E19C0F.5BA7CC8B6AB0DBB8018D76B120A92190AEF846E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbcee8beeea8e43d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRBJg02DvowIoTaodQap4ZBEgZLs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbcee8beeea8e43d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4098F45BE3CEC263B5CD213CFD9368C2D8E19C0F.5BA7CC8B6AB0DBB8018D76B120A92190AEF846E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbcee8beeea8e43d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRBJg02DvowIoTaodQap4ZBEgZLs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, she was right. I stopped filming and ran straight to my laptop and uploaded it for all the world to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatev....I'm about to have some BUNS OF STEEL!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'd settle for some less droopy boobs but I don't think this game performs miracles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miah had her 11th Birthday today so you know what's coming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIRTHDAY POST!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's something to look forward to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can almost guarantee that this is what I will look like by the time I publish this post: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TNTuym2VX_I/AAAAAAAACC0/DCj31YtWQxE/s1600/domain_modeling_makes_me_tired_too_be_continued%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TNTuym2VX_I/AAAAAAAACC0/DCj31YtWQxE/s320/domain_modeling_makes_me_tired_too_be_continued%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1641645497941601844?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1641645497941601844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1641645497941601844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1641645497941601844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1641645497941601844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/11/promisespromises.html' title='Promises...promises...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TNTuym2VX_I/AAAAAAAACC0/DCj31YtWQxE/s72-c/domain_modeling_makes_me_tired_too_be_continued%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-8504853211754948887</id><published>2010-10-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:16:50.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6qUfzI8I/AAAAAAAACCk/y29bAVDnCSU/s320/3e3f1cfdd3aedfb3eb2b0e45eb719d7e.image.475x475%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;Wondering what got me started coaching Volleyball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay it out for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; came to me with a permission slip for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vball&lt;/span&gt;. 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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;So, they try...and I pay for each and every registration that comes across my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; is playing flag football (which he wanted to combine with soccer but the time frames would have overlapped) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; is playing Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Boys and Girls Club to register &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and the staff informed me that they were looking for parent volunteers to coach the girls for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little wide eyed and taken back but I asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; if she really wanted to play. She said, "YES" so I let them know that if the school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; enough members to make a team, I would be happy to coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't play volleyball on a daily basis (or even a yearly basis).&lt;br /&gt;Last time I remember playing was round 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;...what is there to teach? Just fundamentals, right?&lt;br /&gt;No big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited a week, almost two to find out if there were enough students.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to find out that we had a team.&lt;br /&gt;Total girls on my team...19 girls.&lt;br /&gt;They had to divide my girls into 2 teams. So...now, I have double the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice has been good. Only took me about 3 weeks to learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; names. (gulp)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm more excited during the games than the girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of parent who will do anything for their kids. I think I'm liking this coaching thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started decorating our house about a week ago for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know how I love my holidays!&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to always decorate and I wanted to pass that memory on to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MmsQOpI/AAAAAAAACCc/RET1YpdIClI/s1600/DSC03071.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MmsQOpI/AAAAAAAACCc/RET1YpdIClI/s320/DSC03071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MbWYeII/AAAAAAAACCU/c-nSKSwwY_s/s1600/DSC03069.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MbWYeII/AAAAAAAACCU/c-nSKSwwY_s/s320/DSC03069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dom usually helps me put up the decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MAbBN1I/AAAAAAAACCM/21porJbj5S8/s1600/DSC03068.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6MAbBN1I/AAAAAAAACCM/21porJbj5S8/s320/DSC03068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6Lsdb-XI/AAAAAAAACCE/itSGHMcTkQg/s1600/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6Lsdb-XI/AAAAAAAACCE/itSGHMcTkQg/s320/DSC03067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we have most of the decor put up. Once we finish it all, I will post more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last, but not least, on Tuesday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; ran track for his elementary school. He was 1 of 4 people in the 4&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae4f20b05c84dd53" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4f20b05c84dd53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43D9C745B654B0C510C6DE94726C358F05A36A10.23676577C973419BF36E39EB1FD3341165505B25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4f20b05c84dd53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmlfplRM9uetXkQg3LfNGxm8RkPc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4f20b05c84dd53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43D9C745B654B0C510C6DE94726C358F05A36A10.23676577C973419BF36E39EB1FD3341165505B25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4f20b05c84dd53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmlfplRM9uetXkQg3LfNGxm8RkPc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's it for now. I'll be back after &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-8504853211754948887?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/8504853211754948887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=8504853211754948887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8504853211754948887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8504853211754948887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/10/wondering-what-got-me-started-coaching.html' title=''/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TMj6qUfzI8I/AAAAAAAACCk/y29bAVDnCSU/s72-c/3e3f1cfdd3aedfb3eb2b0e45eb719d7e.image.475x475%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-106766410136421827</id><published>2010-10-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:54:04.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother Bobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MindofMiah'/><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with that being said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into how old I am. That's just not lady-like (or some shit like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I want to post about on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to do picture post like I do with the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mentioned to my brother some time back about some stories that Miah had written.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get off of my lazy ass, post them and get them stored away before something happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Story #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f74ehysI/AAAAAAAACB8/gsWUxRCTzoY/s1600/MindofMiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611031114009282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f74ehysI/AAAAAAAACB8/gsWUxRCTzoY/s320/MindofMiah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f7WL4jII/AAAAAAAACB0/CKbq9Dj-x8g/s1600/MindofMiah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611021909003394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f7WL4jII/AAAAAAAACB0/CKbq9Dj-x8g/s320/MindofMiah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Story #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f7DeLBSI/AAAAAAAACBs/PoPNtL3ciAQ/s1600/MindofMiah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611016885437730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f7DeLBSI/AAAAAAAACBs/PoPNtL3ciAQ/s320/MindofMiah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f62Wk-6I/AAAAAAAACBk/VgIYfr8g5lE/s1600/MindofMiah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529611013363923874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f62Wk-6I/AAAAAAAACBk/VgIYfr8g5lE/s320/MindofMiah4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her to write me stories so that I can put them up here and you know what she tells me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't like to write."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to stand there for a minute with my mouth open just looking at her in disbelief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "What? What do you mean? Have you read your stories?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, you guys have a good one, I'm gonna go and enjoy my piece and quiet on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....until I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-106766410136421827?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/106766410136421827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=106766410136421827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/106766410136421827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/106766410136421827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TL0f74ehysI/AAAAAAAACB8/gsWUxRCTzoY/s72-c/MindofMiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-772205677178097872</id><published>2010-10-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T05:11:46.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Here we go...again...</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I heard an echo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.I definitely hear crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, there isn't anyone here.&lt;br /&gt;That's alright. It's my fault. I haven't been here in a long time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to post an update anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this is ME!&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile but I pretty much look the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJ4T-TgI/AAAAAAAACBU/OirhtXK45LY/s1600/121229.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJ4T-TgI/AAAAAAAACBU/OirhtXK45LY/s320/121229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are getting much bigger and we have been super busy with sports. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;. He's pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJv7PuJI/AAAAAAAACBM/zHTtRgHpKUI/s1600/2010-09-27+16.59.15-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJv7PuJI/AAAAAAAACBM/zHTtRgHpKUI/s320/2010-09-27+16.59.15-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJYxOQ0I/AAAAAAAACBE/svfeSS8DNbA/s1600/2010-09-05+18.03.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJYxOQ0I/AAAAAAAACBE/svfeSS8DNbA/s320/2010-09-05+18.03.21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I know you never really expected to see Dom looking like THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially with all the past posts with his &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-minor-changes.html"&gt;PURPLE HAIR&lt;/a&gt; and his &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-adjust-attitude.html"&gt;BLACK JACKET&lt;/a&gt; but check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwIUgHNtI/AAAAAAAACA8/vStkcvJDJlc/s1600/DSC02954.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwIUgHNtI/AAAAAAAACA8/vStkcvJDJlc/s320/DSC02954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls volleyball for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwHUUWVUI/AAAAAAAACA0/U8BJr4syoxU/s1600/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwHUUWVUI/AAAAAAAACA0/U8BJr4syoxU/s320/DSC02898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at one of the scrimmage games. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtziS6EGwI/AAAAAAAACBc/gaolFWaN8U0/s320/2010-10-09+09.07.28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place overall in the tourney. We didn't finish until 7 PM and the girls were WORN OUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one of the best days....ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a part of a video of one of the games. My team is on the opposite side of the net and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; is the one serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b9ec4ba37971daa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9ec4ba37971daa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79CBD91A647DFEA565D07EC2CE86180129FDF696.4BF6A9AAEA4719AB9E8B56FDF99FAECED98E3806%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9ec4ba37971daa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6N0wBvw46lGOreLsfVZd_4169A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9ec4ba37971daa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038789%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79CBD91A647DFEA565D07EC2CE86180129FDF696.4BF6A9AAEA4719AB9E8B56FDF99FAECED98E3806%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9ec4ba37971daa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6N0wBvw46lGOreLsfVZd_4169A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ANYHOO&lt;/span&gt;...there's an update on our "activities".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about to go outside and start putting up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; decorations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HALLOWEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about the free candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows that it's the reason I have 3 kids. I needed to increase my army of "candy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;getters&lt;/span&gt;" and attack their bags as soon as they get home and pour all the candy out on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll in it sometimes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just kidding.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, maybe just a couple of rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-updatesorry-so-long.html"&gt;Here's Last year's HALLOWEEN POST. Check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, let me know what's going on with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-772205677178097872?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/772205677178097872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=772205677178097872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/772205677178097872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/772205677178097872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-we-goagain.html' title='Here we go...again...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TLtwJ4T-TgI/AAAAAAAACBU/OirhtXK45LY/s72-c/121229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6448757490325324166</id><published>2010-08-19T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:13:26.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Nothing I hate worse than...</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to prop my happy ass down on the toilet seat and it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, you know what I'm talking about, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you almost fall in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;..you know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not you, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's worse when you've been drinking, Dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out-numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a household of 3 men and 2 women (so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;This means that I can fully rely on one (1) person to actually keep the toilet lid down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, me (and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;) are on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to join forces, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and by "people" I mean, "women").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stop letting our asses touch that nasty ass water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This has been a Public Service Announcement from "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6448757490325324166?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6448757490325324166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6448757490325324166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6448757490325324166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6448757490325324166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-i-hate-worse-than.html' title='Nothing I hate worse than...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5425393406064245849</id><published>2010-06-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:04:08.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track'/><title type='text'>2 MORE DAYS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more days people, then we are O-U-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel was able to get tomorrow and Friday off to tie off any loose ends before we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are almost all packed with the goodies to keep the kids quiet and us happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by "goodies" I mean tranquilizers)....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...so, maybe I'm not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; wants to be running and jumping and riding all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; pretty much keeps to herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dom wants to be watching TV with me all of the time (when he knows it's nap-time)..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This post's focus is on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; putting on his spikes getting ready to head over to the high jump mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TCK99U2UyxI/AAAAAAAACAU/akue4Qhudr8/s1600/2010-06-22+16.59.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TCK99U2UyxI/AAAAAAAACAU/akue4Qhudr8/s320/2010-06-22+16.59.11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TCK982LPVaI/AAAAAAAACAM/KozAKcHd5wc/s1600/2010-06-23+18.00.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TCK982LPVaI/AAAAAAAACAM/KozAKcHd5wc/s320/2010-06-23+18.00.56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Devyn is on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a video of the boys jumping:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b8de701b8bec3c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b8de701b8bec3c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E826BF59AB23B799738C4A2FDD497FCE7FBD284.43E281DF727F3819337AF5A888A4B26809DACCE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b8de701b8bec3c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK1uQ6l60DVB6FAfFnVfGfP81qxk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b8de701b8bec3c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E826BF59AB23B799738C4A2FDD497FCE7FBD284.43E281DF727F3819337AF5A888A4B26809DACCE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b8de701b8bec3c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK1uQ6l60DVB6FAfFnVfGfP81qxk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79a3ffe7bc92b43c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79a3ffe7bc92b43c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FE4AAAB483B617C2E17AE1419E92F42BB12B82E.4B18624412BF6884F78E778215440549A80340AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79a3ffe7bc92b43c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsGJrigpU3VWmcLGWENIl3q3xZpI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79a3ffe7bc92b43c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FE4AAAB483B617C2E17AE1419E92F42BB12B82E.4B18624412BF6884F78E778215440549A80340AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79a3ffe7bc92b43c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsGJrigpU3VWmcLGWENIl3q3xZpI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you are like me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are curious about the people who are working so closely with you kids. SO...I did my research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The coach in the videos is none other than....&lt;a href="http://www.utpabroncs.com/sports/m-track/mtt/littleton_will00.html"&gt;WILL &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LITTLETON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;---Click there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a video of him doing his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THANG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/auWQBcjZX3g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/auWQBcjZX3g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, I have to admit that it's pretty much an honor and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to have this man and his status teaching my son everything he know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, he won't be able to be at this week's meet because he will be competing in a meet of his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GOOD LUCK WILL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I get to NY, I will post the results of the high jump as well as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; shot put results. The next post will be about her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5425393406064245849?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5425393406064245849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5425393406064245849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5425393406064245849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5425393406064245849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-more-days.html' title='2 MORE DAYS...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TCK99U2UyxI/AAAAAAAACAU/akue4Qhudr8/s72-c/2010-06-22+16.59.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1095341379496795296</id><published>2010-06-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:02:00.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Go Kids Go!!</title><content type='html'>BOY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what's going on with the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACK AND FIELD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a meet this Friday in Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we just have the field portion. My kids don't like to run, except for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;. He'll run ALL day. Then, he'll run to his bed. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get back to shot put for him later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB04YbqUFQI/AAAAAAAAB_0/S5axda83mto/s320/IMAG0089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's focus on his favorite event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His coach was impressed right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB04YH2NISI/AAAAAAAAB_s/4qntI_SfDwU/s320/2010-06-10+18.05.29.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, So...I'm biased...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB03Ei6Ia2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/35KURbQLXQY/s1600/2010-06-10+18.04.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB03Ei6Ia2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/35KURbQLXQY/s320/2010-06-10+18.04.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's video of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; during this Friday's meet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got 1st place in High Jump &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week, he came in 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="302" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c182b3b7415301db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc182b3b7415301db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5086C28E83405DF74E5A57DCD2527F448790F58B.E6DE209650F015704726443FCDFAC2E951EFF3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc182b3b7415301db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCBXZ_vLtqQBCdgr_fp-Pc7a-wVY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="302" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc182b3b7415301db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5086C28E83405DF74E5A57DCD2527F448790F58B.E6DE209650F015704726443FCDFAC2E951EFF3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc182b3b7415301db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCBXZ_vLtqQBCdgr_fp-Pc7a-wVY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yFyq_pMI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XM0eb1hwpE8/s1600/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yFyq_pMI/AAAAAAAAB_E/XM0eb1hwpE8/s320/DSC02478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; has proven to be the SH!T in shot put. Yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; will brag that he came in and beat her mark but he's a boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; came in 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yIfHBG8I/AAAAAAAAB_c/9ZPFdBd74Us/s320/2010-06-11+08.50.18.jpg" /&gt; This week, she came in 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; gonna come back and get her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just watch.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;......................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cdc49c1a2ff0cab3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdc49c1a2ff0cab3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DBB24A453DD569EC36A2C89B9FEDFBC44D070F4.129AD5DB022E68A4CFCB0A563F9342B022031E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdc49c1a2ff0cab3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeFsPuUlzAZF7TLuKsX9IMzPlR7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdc49c1a2ff0cab3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DBB24A453DD569EC36A2C89B9FEDFBC44D070F4.129AD5DB022E68A4CFCB0A563F9342B022031E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdc49c1a2ff0cab3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeFsPuUlzAZF7TLuKsX9IMzPlR7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yHKryVXI/AAAAAAAAB_U/rk1yY8rxTYE/s320/DSC02473.JPG" /&gt; 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...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've used them before when I was in track. I know how effective they are..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they don't work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yGXpthnI/AAAAAAAAB_M/KmF6JANuKvM/s320/DSC02474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-879cb5969f327f29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D879cb5969f327f29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6CA682C71FDB5AEF5D131114AFFA449CCD63FE.2586442D42FB77C78EDEBA29C9E577E26FC15599%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D879cb5969f327f29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3BGVTxT6ydZcKaEwXDSbgJaevt0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D879cb5969f327f29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331038790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6CA682C71FDB5AEF5D131114AFFA449CCD63FE.2586442D42FB77C78EDEBA29C9E577E26FC15599%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D879cb5969f327f29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3BGVTxT6ydZcKaEwXDSbgJaevt0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of my kids make me proud. I'm anxious to see how their lives will unfold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB0yERwlW6I/AAAAAAAAB-8/-mZ-691-ZHo/s320/DSC02482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six days from now we will be on the road to NY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six days from now is also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. He will be 9. He's getting big. I'm not sure if he will let me swaddle him anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna try my best though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1095341379496795296?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1095341379496795296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1095341379496795296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1095341379496795296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1095341379496795296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/06/boy-weve-been-busy-guys.html' title='Go Kids Go!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TB04YbqUFQI/AAAAAAAAB_0/S5axda83mto/s72-c/IMAG0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7313741689676947678</id><published>2010-06-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:00:48.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinatas'/><title type='text'>If you ever need a pinata...***UPDATE***</title><content type='html'>I was driving along today and something caught my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED...CLICK ELSEWHERE...THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....if you just want a laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, don't say I didn't warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1U1SlxdUI/AAAAAAAAB-M/NGgYFuLUaGw/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1U1SlxdUI/AAAAAAAAB-M/NGgYFuLUaGw/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;You see what they are.&lt;br /&gt;Stripper pinatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1U03FZLnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/DO6zjl6k0os/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1U03FZLnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/DO6zjl6k0os/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have men strippers.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the buns on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UdgFE3EI/AAAAAAAAB98/qulwgQ2ZGGc/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UdgFE3EI/AAAAAAAAB98/qulwgQ2ZGGc/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UdGz2keI/AAAAAAAAB90/-inssGVU8hs/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UdGz2keI/AAAAAAAAB90/-inssGVU8hs/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UcxFcepI/AAAAAAAAB9s/P_TcO94-_rQ/s1600/2010-06-07+13.40.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UcxFcepI/AAAAAAAAB9s/P_TcO94-_rQ/s320/2010-06-07+13.40.43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know how to explain the butts on these things. I guess to hold more...candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UcvfPepI/AAAAAAAAB9k/--YvYzawZC4/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1UcvfPepI/AAAAAAAAB9k/--YvYzawZC4/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...I could do it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1Ucf1NsiI/AAAAAAAAB9c/GtMbztNNxbc/s1600/2010-06-07+13.41.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1Ucf1NsiI/AAAAAAAAB9c/GtMbztNNxbc/s320/2010-06-07+13.41.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've posted about the pinatas, one of my friends pointed out that they saw a story about the &lt;a href="http://www.krgv.com/news/local/story/Topless-Pinatas-in-Donna/ujX3GRso3kORJt4G31kPlA.cspx"&gt;ON THE LOCAL NEWS&lt;/a&gt; last night. I posted the days before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like they are attracting a lot of attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7313741689676947678?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7313741689676947678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7313741689676947678&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7313741689676947678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7313741689676947678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/06/ifif.html' title='If you ever need a pinata...***UPDATE***'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TA1U1SlxdUI/AAAAAAAAB-M/NGgYFuLUaGw/s72-c/2010-06-07+13.40.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6080153187085317212</id><published>2010-06-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:43:14.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><title type='text'>PROUD MAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There has been a change in our household. A change that I was hoping for but wasn't really holding out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are all curious as to what it is...so I won't keep you in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHANGE IS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOM (my oldest) IS ACTUALLY INVOLVED IN A SPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking..."WHAT?!?!...SAY IT ISN'T SO...COULD IT BE TRUE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people..it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big boy has voluntarily decided he wanted to join the summer track team.&lt;br /&gt;(this is after seeing his sister and brother's first track practice and learned that they will be doing the pole vault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time shopping for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; for their sports gear and apparel that I felt guilty not buying Dom these same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL...NOT ANYMORE! WE WENT SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you know they were coming)&lt;/span&gt; of the kids at their practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are all of the kids waiting for practice to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKgV2vC6I/AAAAAAAAB8U/6oQLhE8supY/s1600/1275516023808.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKgV2vC6I/AAAAAAAAB8U/6oQLhE8supY/s320/1275516023808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sure wish I could run).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and it's about a mile or a mile and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless, I don't want to be running for 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArnuMNfBzI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ofVoYyXsHNA/s1600/2010-06-04+17.02.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArnuMNfBzI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ofVoYyXsHNA/s320/2010-06-04+17.02.37.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKhpmFz1I/AAAAAAAAB8s/V-pZxsr5QFk/s1600/2010-06-03+18.20.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKhpmFz1I/AAAAAAAAB8s/V-pZxsr5QFk/s320/2010-06-03+18.20.43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; on his run. It's called the Texas Lap. I tried to follow him in the truck but he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntp44uZI/AAAAAAAAB9M/G1zSADn85ac/s1600/2010-06-04+17.53.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntp44uZI/AAAAAAAAB9M/G1zSADn85ac/s320/2010-06-04+17.53.05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you click on the pic, you may get a better look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntaW2YvI/AAAAAAAAB9E/e9YXC9GFuQ4/s1600/2010-06-03+18.27.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntaW2YvI/AAAAAAAAB9E/e9YXC9GFuQ4/s320/2010-06-03+18.27.10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntCYTWoI/AAAAAAAAB88/tJOuZ4o47JM/s1600/2010-06-03+18.27.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArntCYTWoI/AAAAAAAAB88/tJOuZ4o47JM/s320/2010-06-03+18.27.06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKgj9EkwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/0VfmVlALWcc/s1600/2010-06-02+17.17.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKgj9EkwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/0VfmVlALWcc/s320/2010-06-02+17.17.49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKh3yguFI/AAAAAAAAB80/3MwJLXwpb5s/s1600/2010-06-03+18.19.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKh3yguFI/AAAAAAAAB80/3MwJLXwpb5s/s320/2010-06-03+18.19.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKhK2H7eI/AAAAAAAAB8k/H1i9UcYLhlY/s1600/2010-06-02+17.17.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKhK2H7eI/AAAAAAAAB8k/H1i9UcYLhlY/s320/2010-06-02+17.17.55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6080153187085317212?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6080153187085317212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6080153187085317212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6080153187085317212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6080153187085317212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/06/proud-mama.html' title='PROUD MAMA!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TArKgV2vC6I/AAAAAAAAB8U/6oQLhE8supY/s72-c/1275516023808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6685671927532618715</id><published>2010-05-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:32:52.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day weekend'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey everyone. I told you I would be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was your weekend? Ours was AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Arroyo City and rented a cabin with a private fishing pier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of our weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pics are in no particular order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVOtJ3KxI/AAAAAAAAB8M/3Oo1JucyXyU/s1600/2010-05-28+12.24.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVOtJ3KxI/AAAAAAAAB8M/3Oo1JucyXyU/s320/2010-05-28+12.24.21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVOXct3NI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fHYL4RyZzZ0/s1600/2010-05-29+12.24.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVOXct3NI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fHYL4RyZzZ0/s320/2010-05-29+12.24.32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVN-97V0I/AAAAAAAAB78/luiGsPPiL-c/s1600/2010-05-29+15.16.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVN-97V0I/AAAAAAAAB78/luiGsPPiL-c/s320/2010-05-29+15.16.17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUK8wN3MI/AAAAAAAAB70/kBEyK2f3eXk/s1600/DSC02363.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUK8wN3MI/AAAAAAAAB70/kBEyK2f3eXk/s320/DSC02363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; and I on the pier enjoying the day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUKYBNnsI/AAAAAAAAB7s/LldR-SuSL94/s1600/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUKYBNnsI/AAAAAAAAB7s/LldR-SuSL94/s320/DSC02366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominique and I also on the pier. He's getting to be taller than I am and he won't let me forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUKHVMkRI/AAAAAAAAB7k/mlDLAxGygLw/s1600/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUKHVMkRI/AAAAAAAAB7k/mlDLAxGygLw/s320/DSC02358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law (Faith) enjoying the weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUJiW5ZAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/hBHBMC2MYag/s1600/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUJiW5ZAI/AAAAAAAAB7c/hBHBMC2MYag/s320/DSC02351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; playing on his float in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUI7zmSPI/AAAAAAAAB7U/9VNnJk4vrQE/s1600/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMUI7zmSPI/AAAAAAAAB7U/9VNnJk4vrQE/s320/DSC02344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law Erika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSbVO6SNI/AAAAAAAAB7M/PmOS6MLJlbE/s1600/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSbVO6SNI/AAAAAAAAB7M/PmOS6MLJlbE/s320/DSC02348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Amber, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; on one of the chairs on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSa3qHAVI/AAAAAAAAB7E/PDqMbGtG2Bg/s1600/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSa3qHAVI/AAAAAAAAB7E/PDqMbGtG2Bg/s320/DSC02343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom, playing with the oars on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;floatie&lt;/span&gt;. He's silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSavK3nJI/AAAAAAAAB68/Q_LtH26RAo8/s1600/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSavK3nJI/AAAAAAAAB68/Q_LtH26RAo8/s320/DSC02342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSaCukdQI/AAAAAAAAB60/iHFnLHX6ZfQ/s1600/2010-05-29+15.58.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSaCukdQI/AAAAAAAAB60/iHFnLHX6ZfQ/s320/2010-05-29+15.58.13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSZhW35lI/AAAAAAAAB6s/8hqWcxfUs0Q/s1600/2010-05-29+15.16.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMSZhW35lI/AAAAAAAAB6s/8hqWcxfUs0Q/s320/2010-05-29+15.16.00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother in law sitting on the second level of the pier. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQpuBXGZI/AAAAAAAAB6c/NlT58x60jpc/s1600/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQpuBXGZI/AAAAAAAAB6c/NlT58x60jpc/s320/DSC02326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angel and I also on the second level of the pier. This pic was taken at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQpfNtnvI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ttJQ4bsv9x4/s1600/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQpfNtnvI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ttJQ4bsv9x4/s320/DSC02299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angel making our feast for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQo_-Z_hI/AAAAAAAAB6M/WjVDkQIymyw/s1600/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQo_-Z_hI/AAAAAAAAB6M/WjVDkQIymyw/s320/DSC02307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQoKomQVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MgUhgbLayBM/s1600/2010-05-30+08.02.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMQoKomQVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MgUhgbLayBM/s320/2010-05-30+08.02.16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, we had a great time with family doing the things we love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a million more pics but those will be put away for memories for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had/has a wonderful holiday weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6685671927532618715?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6685671927532618715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6685671927532618715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6685671927532618715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6685671927532618715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day weekend'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/TAMVOtJ3KxI/AAAAAAAAB8M/3Oo1JucyXyU/s72-c/2010-05-28+12.24.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-8466127297468245972</id><published>2010-05-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:50:36.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, Do I know YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here We Go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9NqEHylI/AAAAAAAAB4U/W5J-UMjhpew/s1600/2010-02-13+10.42.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685233117252178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9NqEHylI/AAAAAAAAB4U/W5J-UMjhpew/s320/2010-02-13+10.42.16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9OJJ128I/AAAAAAAAB4c/la50YeHKW8I/s1600/2010-03-02+17.58.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685241462741954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9OJJ128I/AAAAAAAAB4c/la50YeHKW8I/s320/2010-03-02+17.58.39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! I had to buy the most expensive package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MNVOFXI/AAAAAAAAB5M/ycqC_EhQ3cg/s1600/2010-03-13+20.00.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687407247725938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MNVOFXI/AAAAAAAAB5M/ycqC_EhQ3cg/s320/2010-03-13+20.00.19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_Loqh8qI/AAAAAAAAB5E/1L7juGtayVo/s1600/2010-03-13+19.59.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687397404996258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_Loqh8qI/AAAAAAAAB5E/1L7juGtayVo/s320/2010-03-13+19.59.51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T SAY IT! I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MeT2SnI/AAAAAAAAB5U/PGNizpHaMkw/s1600/2010-03-13+20.01.57-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687411805375090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MeT2SnI/AAAAAAAAB5U/PGNizpHaMkw/s320/2010-03-13+20.01.57-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they moved on to Softball/Baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAyCxqkXI/AAAAAAAAB58/WGEiF8mEbKs/s1600/2010-04-24+08.47.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689156760899954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAyCxqkXI/AAAAAAAAB58/WGEiF8mEbKs/s320/2010-04-24+08.47.23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Miah to her game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAx224GiI/AAAAAAAAB50/lLuLbb6qdtE/s1600/2010-04-22+17.23.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689153561532962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAx224GiI/AAAAAAAAB50/lLuLbb6qdtE/s320/2010-04-22+17.23.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is there for his little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_nyyyqpHeI/AAAAAAAAB38/dMZHsbnBEJs/s1600/DSC01857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673776453557730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_nyyyqpHeI/AAAAAAAAB38/dMZHsbnBEJs/s320/DSC01857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devyn is there to support his sister before his own game in the next field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9O68025I/AAAAAAAAB4s/Me4_yZj6808/s1600/2010-04-24+09.24.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685254829923218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9O68025I/AAAAAAAAB4s/Me4_yZj6808/s320/2010-04-24+09.24.18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9OVhjqUI/AAAAAAAAB4k/9kO0wEpmt20/s1600/2010-03-26+18.33.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685244783438146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9OVhjqUI/AAAAAAAAB4k/9kO0wEpmt20/s320/2010-03-26+18.33.40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Dom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He happened to catch up with his long lost cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAxGTMVdI/AAAAAAAAB5k/I8bYPuaKFas/s1600/2010-03-29+17.52.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689140526962130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAxGTMVdI/AAAAAAAAB5k/I8bYPuaKFas/s320/2010-03-29+17.52.04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND...I still love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAxpOVKxI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ev2ftzAPzRA/s1600/2010-04-04+17.05.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474689149901810450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_oAxpOVKxI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ev2ftzAPzRA/s320/2010-04-04+17.05.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9PM4iucI/AAAAAAAAB40/shZ1P7qn5wY/s1600/2010-05-22+17.31.36-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474685259643795906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9PM4iucI/AAAAAAAAB40/shZ1P7qn5wY/s320/2010-05-22+17.31.36-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_LWujL0I/AAAAAAAAB48/NI_WTbJmzZY/s1600/2010-02-28+15.58.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687392590016322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_LWujL0I/AAAAAAAAB48/NI_WTbJmzZY/s320/2010-02-28+15.58.17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, this is how he is everytime I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_nyzVltdeI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Z5NmT_ops4I/s1600/IMAG0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474673785828111842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_nyzVltdeI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Z5NmT_ops4I/s320/IMAG0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and I are still going strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to shoot pool and of course, I won't mention who won *cough*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;*cough* but we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MoRw3PI/AAAAAAAAB5c/EMcVDfXrJgE/s1600/2010-03-27+23.18.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474687414480985330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n_MoRw3PI/AAAAAAAAB5c/EMcVDfXrJgE/s320/2010-03-27+23.18.07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you know who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Guess who wrote in &lt;a href="http://domsplac3.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;...unprompted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-8466127297468245972?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/8466127297468245972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=8466127297468245972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8466127297468245972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8466127297468245972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/05/excuse-me-do-i-know-you.html' title='Excuse me, Do I know YOU?'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S_n9NqEHylI/AAAAAAAAB4U/W5J-UMjhpew/s72-c/2010-02-13+10.42.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7943791464297492798</id><published>2010-03-06T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:08:03.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure my house is haunted.</title><content type='html'>Below is the image at: http://www.nakedauthors.com/archive/2009_10_01_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S5NPjnISCxI/AAAAAAAAB3s/9Q8kU54c4pg/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445783847638797074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S5NPjnISCxI/AAAAAAAAB3s/9Q8kU54c4pg/s320/ghost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy talk, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, probably, but for real tho, I think it may be haunted...just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Cindy mentions strange things happening around here when he ask her to "house sit". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She mentioned her keys not being in the place she was sure she put them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, that's just her experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine...well...for some reason, the kids constantly come running to my room saying "Ma'am?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at them confused because I don't know what they are doing in my doorway asking what I wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want anything. I was watching TV and drinking a beer (most of the time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all of a sudden they show up asking what we wanted and swearing that we called them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the way I figure it, there are pros and cons to EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's list them, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. At least I know my kids aren't deaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. At least I know ALL of my kids are being called. (you know, no favoritism)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The kids are getting plenty of exercise running back and forth to my room...all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm out of beer, guess who show up at my door asking if I called them? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YESSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! NEW BEER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And the Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Who the heck is calling my kids? What ghost is in my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There might be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ghosts in my house! Are they in my bedroom during "adult time"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. There might be a ghost in my house. That's CREEPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way. I can still stay isolated to my room and let the ghost do all the work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if only it knew how to tell the kids to do their chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7943791464297492798?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7943791464297492798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7943791464297492798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7943791464297492798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7943791464297492798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-pretty-sure-my-house-is-haunted.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure my house is haunted.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S5NPjnISCxI/AAAAAAAAB3s/9Q8kU54c4pg/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-3193722874615268161</id><published>2010-03-03T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:26:02.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!  I think....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy (does that sound like an excuse?) Well, I'm not trying to make it one. It's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between work and juggling 2 kids playing 2 sports, it's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, we only had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; in sports playing baseball and football. But since basketball has started, we included &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;So there we have 2 kids in sports. Both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just recently (literally, like these past 2 days) the coaches for baseball and softball have called to set up practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; are currently practicing/playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baskeball&lt;/span&gt; and practice for baseball/softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome. I can't wait to be at the games again cheering them both on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning a mini vacation to San Antonio/New &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braunfels&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully if I have time to Austin. I'm taking the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, I KNOW...mini vacation?...kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to be meshing well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, but I have a master plan for the times I plan on going out. That plan is....DOMINIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;He could use the extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on visiting any and all old classmates I can get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are reading this and want to hang out, leave me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old blogging buddies, sorry. I'm gonna come and see what's up with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-3193722874615268161?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/3193722874615268161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=3193722874615268161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3193722874615268161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3193722874615268161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!  I think....'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7898335829072611136</id><published>2010-01-16T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:47:22.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><title type='text'>At the Movies with my girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S1KUjb20DOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/G20G15SckZ8/s1600-h/movie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427563837428862178" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S1KUjb20DOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/G20G15SckZ8/s320/movie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the movies today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel had taken the boys with him to the Island to go fishing (which also included some 4-wheeling due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; 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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh huh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, my kids will tell on you. Don't be doing things you shouldn't. They'll come right to MOMMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rushed out of the house and hit the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We forgot the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We forgot the pickles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go to Wendy's for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frosties&lt;/span&gt; and I figured that was a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gummie&lt;/span&gt; Worms, the movie sized box of NERDS, the variety pack of kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt;, some life savers sour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt;, sandwich bags (the container of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't fit in the purse) a sprite and a water (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; is a water freak) and we were on our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to scratch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frostie&lt;/span&gt; idea because after packing my purse with every single thing we bought, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;frosties&lt;/span&gt; weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goint&lt;/span&gt; to fit. DANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get to the theater and purchase the tickets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot how much going to the theater cost.....cause I never go. We get inside and had told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; 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...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UGHHH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; EXPENSIVE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ordered the 2 large drink and 1 large popcorn special. 16+ dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I altered the order a little bit and got 1 large drink, 1 large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ICEE&lt;/span&gt; and 1 large popcorn. 15 bucks even. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, good thing we got our snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie was super cute and we enjoyed ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got home and Angel was here with the boys and was headed to his Uncle's house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go with them so that was the end of Girls Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;riblets&lt;/span&gt;, a salad and sipping on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Boones&lt;/span&gt; Farm . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their days with their loved ones when you get a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; that I came across while I was digging up pics of my high school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a cave baby for Halloween. I had forgotten how chubby and cute she was back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother in law made the costume for her and it was adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention the huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; bone we put in her hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S1KRymieUTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mMxyX_rSowc/s1600-h/008_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560799459496242" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S1KRymieUTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/mMxyX_rSowc/s320/008_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7898335829072611136?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7898335829072611136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7898335829072611136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7898335829072611136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7898335829072611136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-movies-with-my-girl.html' title='At the Movies with my girl.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S1KUjb20DOI/AAAAAAAAB3k/G20G15SckZ8/s72-c/movie%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-4593115424784870715</id><published>2010-01-13T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:19:34.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy.'/><title type='text'>Loungin...</title><content type='html'>I'm home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...*ahem*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so I took a personal day. I didn't have many patients anyway so I rescheduled them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling run down, defeated, tired..you name it, I am it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a day to call "MINE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on my bed messing with my laptop, stuffing my face and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy weather outside and the sky is gray. I love it. It's the best group nap weather EVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, no one is here to have group nap with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have the cats. Onyx and Tattoo are here as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chupa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chupa&lt;/span&gt; stinks so he's staying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S04cBbNK7FI/AAAAAAAAB3U/VxQUw8GkaiM/s1600-h/2010-01-13_13.05.52-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426305411836472402" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S04cBbNK7FI/AAAAAAAAB3U/VxQUw8GkaiM/s320/2010-01-13_13.05.52-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S04b_nk9yrI/AAAAAAAAB3M/fBQq0Bdz_cE/s1600-h/2010-01-13_13.06.29%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426305380797762226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S04b_nk9yrI/AAAAAAAAB3M/fBQq0Bdz_cE/s320/2010-01-13_13.06.29%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onyx likes to sleep on my face, head and neck so I can't breathe and there is still Tattoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....Tattoo..maybe not such a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-kitty.html"&gt;poor Tattoo&lt;/a&gt; has taken to shooting snot rockets throughout the house. It's pretty gross and seems to be random.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be sitting around, all doing our own thing and we'll hear..."pfffft...pffffffft....pfffffffffffftttttt".&lt;br /&gt;He's sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.....on YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I'm about to curl back up in the fetal position because it's NAP TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.....Alright...just to make you feel a little bit better and not AT ALL jealous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crowned "QUEEN FOR THE DAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;"Royal Treatment"&lt;/em&gt; from my kids and husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means my ass is hugging &lt;em&gt;"The Throne"&lt;/em&gt; throughout the day due to some crazy digestive problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, no need to feel jealous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-4593115424784870715?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/4593115424784870715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=4593115424784870715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4593115424784870715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4593115424784870715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/01/loungin.html' title='Loungin...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S04cBbNK7FI/AAAAAAAAB3U/VxQUw8GkaiM/s72-c/2010-01-13_13.05.52-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2302268597537837301</id><published>2010-01-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:59:59.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH, I'm late...again...aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Sorry. It's becoming a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your New Years? Did you all drink a lot and party? I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make resolutions that you may or may not keep? I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time, the New Years was here and the kids were popping fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30 am of the new year....I was home in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVN2UDBwI/AAAAAAAAB20/lsFMf6kdK28/s1600-h/2009-12-24_23.46.22%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820185062377218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVN2UDBwI/AAAAAAAAB20/lsFMf6kdK28/s320/2009-12-24_23.46.22%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is a cake that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; WON at the Boys and Girl's Club. Do you see ALL OF THAT CANDY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a candy land cake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I blinked and looked at it some of the candy was missing and the cake looked ravaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me....it was! The kids tore it up! I was getting a stomach ache just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVNavZFDI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bXouTJDXzFA/s1600-h/2009-12-23_17.25.23%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820177660875826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVNavZFDI/AAAAAAAAB2s/bXouTJDXzFA/s320/2009-12-23_17.25.23%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;candy land&lt;/span&gt; cake came two days AFTER the kids and I made a gingerbread house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that candy all at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, I probably have a dozen cavities....and I didn't even eat ANY of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jh1dtg-_I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Lw53duR5Uj4/s1600-h/2009-12-18_18.51.17%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424834059792612338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jh1dtg-_I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Lw53duR5Uj4/s320/2009-12-18_18.51.17%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have a PS2 so I found Dance Dance Revolution for the kids for just 15.00. WOW. They love it. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVNBbV88I/AAAAAAAAB2k/UsHNsskEsCU/s1600-h/2009-12-28_19.35.32%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820170865898434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVNBbV88I/AAAAAAAAB2k/UsHNsskEsCU/s320/2009-12-28_19.35.32%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken right after New Years. We packed up the kids and took off to the beach again to our new &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-thanksgivingbelated.html"&gt;favorite hideaway.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me and my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;Dom is peeking his head up in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUlizbrhI/AAAAAAAAB2c/eMYZ9Z6aXio/s1600-h/2010-01-02_13.04.35%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819492630539794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUlizbrhI/AAAAAAAAB2c/eMYZ9Z6aXio/s320/2010-01-02_13.04.35%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUlWe3zcI/AAAAAAAAB2U/eDRyDPiYgQ8/s1600-h/2010-01-02_13.40.36%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819489323077058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUlWe3zcI/AAAAAAAAB2U/eDRyDPiYgQ8/s320/2010-01-02_13.40.36%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they can roll around in all that sand and not have a care in the world.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sand in their eyes, mouth and hair.....kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUk3qdXJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/KIy_SqJSzVE/s1600-h/2010-01-02_14.14.33%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819481050176658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUk3qdXJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/KIy_SqJSzVE/s320/2010-01-02_14.14.33%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, that's a bike. We took a bike to the beach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; rode it for awhile. The sand was hard enough where the cars drive to ride the bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the BBQ pit. There is always a way to get nice hot food even if we are far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUkh0FVuI/AAAAAAAAB2E/2Gu41F4rNcM/s1600-h/2010-01-02_15.33.52%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819475184965346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUkh0FVuI/AAAAAAAAB2E/2Gu41F4rNcM/s320/2010-01-02_15.33.52%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, aging sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUkcWQFQI/AAAAAAAAB18/K8H1SIjwV4A/s1600-h/2010-01-02_15.58.50%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424819473717662978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jUkcWQFQI/AAAAAAAAB18/K8H1SIjwV4A/s320/2010-01-02_15.58.50%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-is-dangerous.html"&gt;my last post&lt;/a&gt; then you know about my Christmas gift from Angel. What better time to try it out, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jYsgUpJUI/AAAAAAAAB28/AVyakOmidhY/s1600-h/pee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424824010270123330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jYsgUpJUI/AAAAAAAAB28/AVyakOmidhY/s320/pee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I took my present into the dunes and almost got my nether regions all stung up by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;. Not pretty. Nevertheless, my present served it's purpose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone had a great and safe Holiday weekend. I will keep you updated when I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2302268597537837301?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2302268597537837301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2302268597537837301&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2302268597537837301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2302268597537837301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/S0jVN2UDBwI/AAAAAAAAB20/lsFMf6kdK28/s72-c/2009-12-24_23.46.22%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1512638075618970382</id><published>2009-12-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:25:46.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS TIME IS DANGEROUS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So...I've been really busy these past few days/weeks. I've really been stressing over Christmas for the kids and the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OOOHHHH YOU KNOW I FOLLOWED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told her we were going to call the police, and I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She tried to lie to the cops about how the incident happened but he knew she was &lt;s&gt;a crazy bioooch&lt;/s&gt; lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've submitted my claim but I have to wait for after the holidays in order for this to get settled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the damage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sy6tZaO94oI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3QTvMNuGSq4/s1600-h/accident2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458053823718018" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sy6tZaO94oI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3QTvMNuGSq4/s320/accident2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sy6tZEMxa5I/AAAAAAAAB08/7QySmJ5cwq8/s1600-h/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458047908932498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sy6tZEMxa5I/AAAAAAAAB08/7QySmJ5cwq8/s320/accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, How was everyone's Christmas??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My kids are pretty happy with what they got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXgQTLMgI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tQ1CyvLw7MM/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404306997260802" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXgQTLMgI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tQ1CyvLw7MM/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXfxkdbCI/AAAAAAAAB1c/OI5vsB8QwCk/s1600-h/chair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404298748259362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXfxkdbCI/AAAAAAAAB1c/OI5vsB8QwCk/s320/chair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Boys got some Ripstick Gs and All the kids are receiving new bikes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ME?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What did I get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, let me show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXEmgRJ9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/HFdUZQAliSo/s1600-h/toilet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403831921420242" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXEmgRJ9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/HFdUZQAliSo/s320/toilet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXEKnbBdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/t9omc2nNgRQ/s1600-h/doodie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403824435234258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWXEKnbBdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/t9omc2nNgRQ/s320/doodie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T LAUGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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 &lt;---just kidding (am I?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angel saw it and knew it was for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's not all my soulmate got for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check this out!!!.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is soooo big I couldn't fit the whole thing on my camera for the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, really...it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWbfq-WqoI/AAAAAAAAB10/4bsusBL72Tw/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419408695024331394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWbfq-WqoI/AAAAAAAAB10/4bsusBL72Tw/s320/tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE BOBBY!!! I GOT A TV TOO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, maybe, I overexaggerated a tad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWbfYXoSFI/AAAAAAAAB1s/4G2LNFk5pDg/s1600-h/metv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419408690030069842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SzWbfYXoSFI/AAAAAAAAB1s/4G2LNFk5pDg/s320/metv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a 15 inch but I really don't need a massive one crowding my counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah and Devyn got their snuggies and they are super happy campers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quality time with family who drove in from different areas of Texas so we are feeling please and blessed to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1512638075618970382?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1512638075618970382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1512638075618970382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1512638075618970382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1512638075618970382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-is-dangerous.html' title='CHRISTMAS TIME IS DANGEROUS!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sy6tZaO94oI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3QTvMNuGSq4/s72-c/accident2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7055244632795393818</id><published>2009-12-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:32:19.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onyx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>All because I think the cat peed on my poncho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My day was pretty crappy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I'm blaming it on the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Tattoo. Tattoo knows better. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onyx is this week's culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Dom pointed out that the sink wasn't draining right (at all) so we poured some D&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rano&lt;/span&gt; down the sink and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we managed was a slow drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had drank a few beers and eaten some of Angel's homemade chili so that was a recipe for a sleep coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the movie "Fighting" with him and fell asleep on the couch so by the end of the movie I had grabbed my blanket, pillow and Onyx and made my way to bed. Angel stayed awake and drank a few beers and put the chili away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get on with the point.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By morning time, I got up and grabbed my poncho from the basket at the end of my bed. The sleeve and the hood was wet. I smelled it and it didn't smell &lt;em&gt;funny &lt;/em&gt;but I wasn't taking any chances. I grabbed it and a few other items and threw them in the washer. For some reason there was still water in the washer but ......duh....didn't think twice about it. I put it on spin to clear the water and then put in my load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room (harvesting my crops) and I hear this water splashing. I know it has been raining here these past few days so I figured it started raining again....hard. I peek out and it's the drain hose to the washing machine spitting out water (the machines are outside by my window). I run outside and turn off the machine but then that's when I *snapped* &lt;em&gt;OH CRAP!!&lt;/em&gt; The water is backing up because of the sink not draining!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the kitchen and sure enough...I hear water splashing onto the floor and I was now swimming. BOTH sinks were full, the counter was full, the kitchen floor was flooded and I saw the water making a bee-line for one of the living rooms straight to the computer tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZDrIyAkI/AAAAAAAAB00/ztSp5Sz3pxk/s1600-h/flooded_kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380159008834114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZDrIyAkI/AAAAAAAAB00/ztSp5Sz3pxk/s320/flooded_kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something had to be done quick! So...I ran and woke up Angel (lucky for me he was rained out of work, not so lucky for him though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a blanket that was on the couch and threw it on the kitchen floor. Angel came running out of the bed, still in a buzzed haze from drinking the rest of the bud lights, and ran straight to the restroom. Then he got control of his senses and came to the kitchen. He almost slipped and fell because of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke out the Wet/Dry Vac we have and...I got to work vacuuming the water and emptying the vac over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once most of the water was up, I had to go to work and leave Angel with the rest of the clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving to work...I see these men on the side of the road with shovels filling in pothole with dirt from the back of a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking...Oh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, they are filling in pot-*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;*......that's when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab my steering wheel with both hands and slowly drive to the next intersection. I had to drive slow...there were a million potholes everywhere. I pass the intersection and relax my grip on the wheel and automatically, my car starts veering to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380151553887986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZDPXYjvI/AAAAAAAAB0s/c01-SppCF6g/s320/potholes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull over and sure enough...I have a flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit that hole and it busted my tire immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call my office for them to send someone to assist me. The guy came out and changed the tire to the awful donut spare and I had to follow him to a tire center where he had to purchase a new tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set my whole day back by a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, Angel was still working on the pipe that was apparently clogged due to my awesome cooking-and-pouring-grease-down-the-drain skills. He had to cut the pipe and place a new one........outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I think the cat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; peed on my poncho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZC5HOyAI/AAAAAAAAB0k/6tveHFRhBU0/s1600-h/petodorremover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380145580558338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZC5HOyAI/AAAAAAAAB0k/6tveHFRhBU0/s320/petodorremover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna get to those posts I promised soon enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7055244632795393818?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7055244632795393818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7055244632795393818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7055244632795393818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7055244632795393818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-because-i-think-cat-peed-on-my.html' title='All because I think the cat peed on my poncho'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SyrZDrIyAkI/AAAAAAAAB00/ztSp5Sz3pxk/s72-c/flooded_kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7708160314420252834</id><published>2009-12-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:33:43.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>What happens if you overdose on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LATISSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Syg1umA-fDI/AAAAAAAAB0c/BFaUzfMyt8w/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCkdWXOZdU4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCkdWXOZdU4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have all seen the commercials, Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brooke Shields advertising a medication to help you grow longer, thicker eyelashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know about you guys but there are some things I am a little bit skeptical about, especially when it comes to putting stuff near my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not so sure about the potency of some medications. How do you actually know that the dosage is correct for you? What if you are accidentally putting on double the dose or even triple the dose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt;, Uh....Not me people. I refuse to end up like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sygq5V_CEGI/AAAAAAAAB0U/8GWtPpKDr8Q/s1600-h/fake-eyelashes_49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415625716555452514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sygq5V_CEGI/AAAAAAAAB0U/8GWtPpKDr8Q/s320/fake-eyelashes_49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR BETTER YET.......LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SygqVc0_fzI/AAAAAAAAB0M/NCxO0l2Hwrk/s1600-h/snuffleupagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415625099917098802" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SygqVc0_fzI/AAAAAAAAB0M/NCxO0l2Hwrk/s320/snuffleupagus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel says that when he sees those commercials, he automatically thinks of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am content with the lashes I have...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, on to the reason for this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Danielle over at &lt;a href="http://peachcandy24.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Matter of Time; Don't try this on your own&lt;/a&gt; has gotten on me because I have been neglecting my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; like a crack addict. Who can blame me? I've gotten in touch with so many people from my past as well as those many friends I have met recently. I'm in constant contact with my distant family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm back though. Christmas is just around the corner and I'm super excited. The kids have already written a long list of &lt;strike&gt;demands&lt;/strike&gt; gifts they would like. Let me tell you, these kids know how to make a list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went shopping for a few of the things and when I got back, they constantly asked about what I bought them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;....these kids have no faith in Santa. I ended up telling them that I had to rob Santa in order to get some of the items on their lists. They wanted to know what I robbed Santa of.....honestly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; finished his last football game a couple of Saturdays ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The coaches had a party for the team at Peter Piper Pizza. The kids had a great time, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I ate a lot of pizza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then I came home to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; 107 with Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That was the point in time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; came over to us and sat on the couch and said,"I've made my decision..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THAT was the point in time when I paused the TV and made Angel hold off on watching the rest of the fight.....without me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; had me on the edge of my seat waiting for the answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was unsure of whether he wanted to continue playing football next year because of how much contact there was for his little frame....but he has come to a decision...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; going to play next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm excited about his future athletic "career".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; will both be playing Basketball soon so be prepared for those updates and pics on here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They are both attending Sunday school with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; former football coach as their teacher. How awesome is that?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Syg1umA-fDI/AAAAAAAAB0c/BFaUzfMyt8w/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415637626507918386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Syg1umA-fDI/AAAAAAAAB0c/BFaUzfMyt8w/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dom is up to his usual self when it comes to school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;disobedience&lt;/span&gt;. I wish there was a positive roll model who would be willing to take him under their wing and show him that peace comes with completing your school work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, as much as I try to drill this into his head....no dice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll keep trying. We always will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's it for now..I will be back to keep you updated. If it seems like I'm taking too long...come over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and give me a good swift kick in the ass!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7708160314420252834?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7708160314420252834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7708160314420252834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7708160314420252834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7708160314420252834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happens-if-you-overdose-on.html' title='What happens if you overdose on...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sygq5V_CEGI/AAAAAAAAB0U/8GWtPpKDr8Q/s72-c/fake-eyelashes_49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6103137628219299379</id><published>2009-12-02T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:53:52.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tree'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...(belated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Thanksgiving holiday we celebrated on Wednesday (the day before the actual holiday). We all went to my Sister-in-law's house and chomped and chomped and chomped. Angel and my Brother-n-law, Steve, both fried turkeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was nice to be with family. There was a feeling of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; missing" because there was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Imelda isn't there for the holiday seasons anymore and I think we all felt that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day after, we packed up the kids (as usual) and took off to the beach to do some much needed fishing (as usual). This time, we booked an awesome room for 4 days and 3 nights. It had a separate room which consisted of the 2 queen beds and a TV in that room. There was a living room and a full kitchen and dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE WERE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHILLIN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFOR1y7rI/AAAAAAAABzw/5A_oQKn25JI/s1600-h/2009-11-26+17.01.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410869588918464178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFOR1y7rI/AAAAAAAABzw/5A_oQKn25JI/s320/2009-11-26+17.01.36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom automatically made himself comfortable and I was jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFN7fZ93I/AAAAAAAABzo/-XsjUbl_5SM/s1600-h/2009-11-26+17.02.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410869582918973298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFN7fZ93I/AAAAAAAABzo/-XsjUbl_5SM/s320/2009-11-26+17.02.59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was anxious to set up my laptop and get started harvesting my crops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so she was coerced a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFNmyflZI/AAAAAAAABzg/hHgPEgfDnCo/s1600-h/2009-11-26+17.03.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410869577361888658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFNmyflZI/AAAAAAAABzg/hHgPEgfDnCo/s320/2009-11-26+17.03.34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel sat in the chairs and didn't want to get up. I sat in mine and didn't want to get up either! Truth be told...we stayed in that night and just enjoyed being around each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZtXbABI/AAAAAAAABzY/-g8sz75gi4o/s1600-h/2009-11-27+16.06.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410867586262564882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZtXbABI/AAAAAAAABzY/-g8sz75gi4o/s320/2009-11-27+16.06.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we took the kids to a secluded place (which almost forced me to slam Angel's truck into 4 wheel drive). I swear, where Angel took us is where dead bodies usually end up. No Joke. It was eerie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was in a kick-boxing mood and decided to pretend to attack everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZRUYDHI/AAAAAAAABzQ/mEqdkc3JX7Y/s1600-h/2009-11-27+16.06.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410867578733595762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZRUYDHI/AAAAAAAABzQ/mEqdkc3JX7Y/s320/2009-11-27+16.06.49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was ready to fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZAGFRxI/AAAAAAAABzI/iTL7QvDKs2E/s1600-h/2009-11-27+16.10.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410867574110242578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDZAGFRxI/AAAAAAAABzI/iTL7QvDKs2E/s320/2009-11-27+16.10.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; with a sneak attack on Dominique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDYaqi89I/AAAAAAAABy4/H7j0wHYToxE/s1600-h/2009-11-27+17.14.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410867564062634962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdDYaqi89I/AAAAAAAABy4/H7j0wHYToxE/s320/2009-11-27+17.14.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom hates taking pictures but we have a rule. He has to smile for any picture I want because otherwise I will throw a fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzyrhsaI/AAAAAAAAByw/vEhMjH4iBZs/s1600-h/2009-11-27+17.16.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865835342410146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzyrhsaI/AAAAAAAAByw/vEhMjH4iBZs/s320/2009-11-27+17.16.42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was in such a loving mood. She was always hugging the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzrmejmI/AAAAAAAAByo/rdAHfGLzrRg/s1600-h/2009-11-27+17.17.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865833442184802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzrmejmI/AAAAAAAAByo/rdAHfGLzrRg/s320/2009-11-27+17.17.30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; crazy smile but I still love this picture! They all look so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was another fishing expedition. This time we went to a more public fishing pier (that we will never go on again because the cost of just bringing our poles on the pier was outrageous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzUBAIII/AAAAAAAAByg/r04s3pF1Elg/s1600-h/2009-11-28+13.20.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865827110985858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzUBAIII/AAAAAAAAByg/r04s3pF1Elg/s320/2009-11-28+13.20.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was prepared with his SUPER-ULTRA-MEGA fanny pack and his off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roading&lt;/span&gt; ice chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzNmbL4I/AAAAAAAAByY/Tml3T0WVPQ0/s1600-h/2009-11-28+13.28.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865825388900226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBzNmbL4I/AAAAAAAAByY/Tml3T0WVPQ0/s320/2009-11-28+13.28.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance was a pirate ship that took customers on cruises. It shot gun powder out of a cannon that made this loud BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBy6F_gEI/AAAAAAAAByQ/-mi9qDBYivM/s1600-h/2009-11-28+13.32.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865820152594498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdBy6F_gEI/AAAAAAAAByQ/-mi9qDBYivM/s320/2009-11-28+13.32.30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was windy that day and we were afraid that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; hat would fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAo-Ut5TI/AAAAAAAAByI/CMkQ31S4RQY/s1600-h/2009-11-28+13.38.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864549977777458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAo-Ut5TI/AAAAAAAAByI/CMkQ31S4RQY/s320/2009-11-28+13.38.30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; set up her pole so she can start bringing home the grub. Everyone has to start earning their keep around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAoWqPJCI/AAAAAAAAByA/fIdt0Z4tX34/s1600-h/2009-11-28+13.39.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864539330618402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAoWqPJCI/AAAAAAAAByA/fIdt0Z4tX34/s320/2009-11-28+13.39.34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; knows what to do...if he wants to eat tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAoK_YlTI/AAAAAAAABx4/DnlTneJLko8/s1600-h/2009-11-28+16.30.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864536198092082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAoK_YlTI/AAAAAAAABx4/DnlTneJLko8/s320/2009-11-28+16.30.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a professional but I love when I catch a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAnlVGRiI/AAAAAAAABxw/urfgXInd0rA/s1600-h/2009-11-28+14.31.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864526088619554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAnlVGRiI/AAAAAAAABxw/urfgXInd0rA/s320/2009-11-28+14.31.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY FISH! (I happened to be the only one to catch something at that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAnVr5i8I/AAAAAAAABxo/lqbo11LSoNQ/s1600-h/2009-11-28+16.51.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864521889287106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdAnVr5i8I/AAAAAAAABxo/lqbo11LSoNQ/s320/2009-11-28+16.51.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom is setting up his pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-1LrA5II/AAAAAAAABxg/TEKuMmXlTUU/s1600-h/2009-11-28+16.51.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862560696132738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-1LrA5II/AAAAAAAABxg/TEKuMmXlTUU/s320/2009-11-28+16.51.48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; stopped fishing first and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; followed suit. We were supposed to go to the beach so that they could play in the sand but it was getting late and colder so we had to go straight back to the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed ourselves there and it was a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our cousin &lt;a href="http://ladiebelladonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CYN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;--click here)&lt;/span&gt; who house sat and fed the pets for us while we were gone. That alone took a load off of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the Christmas tree up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about this tree that causes this reaction???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click on each tree picture to enlarge for full effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-06anitI/AAAAAAAABxY/7hDLG-unFwc/s1600-h/2009-11-30+18.24.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862556063959762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-06anitI/AAAAAAAABxY/7hDLG-unFwc/s320/2009-11-30+18.24.45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-0foB9jI/AAAAAAAABxQ/MTc11bK7n8k/s1600-h/2009-11-30+18.23.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862548872459826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-0foB9jI/AAAAAAAABxQ/MTc11bK7n8k/s320/2009-11-30+18.23.37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-0NX8wgI/AAAAAAAABxI/R4-u6FqNWWQ/s1600-h/2009-11-30+18.23.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862543973171714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-0NX8wgI/AAAAAAAABxI/R4-u6FqNWWQ/s320/2009-11-30+18.23.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-zv3vXMI/AAAAAAAABxA/ez9J_dgG68Q/s1600-h/2009-11-30+18.22.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410862536053447874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sxc-zv3vXMI/AAAAAAAABxA/ez9J_dgG68Q/s320/2009-11-30+18.22.55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onyx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a copy cat (get it?....copy cat) of &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-tree-upfinally.html"&gt;last year's tree episode&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;--click here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS SECTION IS DEDICATED TO MY MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GLAD YOU GOT THE BIRTHDAY GIFT I SENT. I HOPE YOU GET A CHANCE TO PIG OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdGs3vyQeI/AAAAAAAABz4/EVgnNWMOr6E/s1600-h/IMG_6807.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871214001504738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdGs3vyQeI/AAAAAAAABz4/EVgnNWMOr6E/s320/IMG_6807.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would kill for one of these. Of course, in my household, I would only manage to get a grape and the kids would tear the rest of it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now folks. I will keep you updated when my lazy ass kicks into gear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6103137628219299379?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6103137628219299379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6103137628219299379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6103137628219299379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6103137628219299379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-thanksgivingbelated.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving...(belated)'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SxdFOR1y7rI/AAAAAAAABzw/5A_oQKn25JI/s72-c/2009-11-26+17.01.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5949732605012321944</id><published>2009-11-21T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:05:14.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah&apos;s birthday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Major Update...Sorry so long..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goodness people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are gonna be mad at me for this long post instead of breaking it down in little posts...but, Oh well. (you can take naps in between if you like)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play a real quick game of "catch-up" for you starting with My birthday. Of course this was Angel's B-day too. We lost a our grandmother shortly before so we really weren't in the mood for celebrating. Our grandmother also shared the same birthday with us and it just didn't feel the same. We miss her and will always love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The next event was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom, being Dom, didn't have the grades to allow him to participate in Halloween festivities this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh0rJmNkAI/AAAAAAAABug/MmPQAnK5uTU/s1600/2009-10-31+19.12.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406699637317668866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh0rJmNkAI/AAAAAAAABug/MmPQAnK5uTU/s200/2009-10-31+19.12.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were in costume. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a punk-rock princess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Dracula. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Dracula last year. He's so easy to please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58Z80J0I/AAAAAAAABuo/xp6yUzHqrzw/s1600/slumber+party+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406705431323354946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58Z80J0I/AAAAAAAABuo/xp6yUzHqrzw/s320/slumber+party+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has the lashes, earrings (which are actually mine) and the fake nails. 1/3 through the night, the lashes had to go, the nails were popping off and I was pocketing my earrings so they didn't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58uCi3EI/AAAAAAAABuw/UaPflBrehEk/s1600/slumber+party+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406705436716096578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58uCi3EI/AAAAAAAABuw/UaPflBrehEk/s320/slumber+party+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onyx decided to warm up some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decorations before we put them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58-vXQAI/AAAAAAAABu4/2estZqH4fvs/s1600/slumber+party+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406705441199046658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh58-vXQAI/AAAAAAAABu4/2estZqH4fvs/s320/slumber+party+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dom is on top of the roof helping with the set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh59Q73iFI/AAAAAAAABvA/YkAEYRTZE6U/s1600/slumber+party+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406705446083332178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh59Q73iFI/AAAAAAAABvA/YkAEYRTZE6U/s320/slumber+party+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know who is buried here but I sure hope their decaying bodies fertilize my yard. I need grass BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh59p3TabI/AAAAAAAABvI/2b86kD2gcJU/s1600/slumber+party+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406705452775074226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh59p3TabI/AAAAAAAABvI/2b86kD2gcJU/s320/slumber+party+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Dom always finds a way to participate. The clothes...not a costume, he dresses like that normally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiES9UXycI/AAAAAAAABwQ/_bPS4BMAkkE/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406716813890800066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiES9UXycI/AAAAAAAABwQ/_bPS4BMAkkE/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, here I am. I know I look DRUNK but believe me, I'm not (yet). Gorilla Boy wanted to get his paws on my camera and there was a little bit of a struggle ( WHAT?! I thought he was going to run off with it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came to my senses and realized what he wanted..this was the result. WE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FRICKIN&lt;/span&gt; LOOK LIKE TWINS!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ughhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The next event was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. She wanted a slumber party instead of a full blown-out party. Her wish....is our command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 20 invitations to give to her classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK GOODNESS...only about 6 or 7 girls showed up. See folks! It's the effort that counts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiESQhR7XI/AAAAAAAABwI/IpuS3CK33cg/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406716801865346418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiESQhR7XI/AAAAAAAABwI/IpuS3CK33cg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls played on the computer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiESKVoIjI/AAAAAAAABwA/S-OxlQMpqaI/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406716800205857330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiESKVoIjI/AAAAAAAABwA/S-OxlQMpqaI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some played on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiER6luW1I/AAAAAAAABv4/Mm9vX3z5jws/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406716795978406738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiER6luW1I/AAAAAAAABv4/Mm9vX3z5jws/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Sadie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chillin&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAiuwtPoI/AAAAAAAABvw/uOhyBcyrzEY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712686814510722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAiuwtPoI/AAAAAAAABvw/uOhyBcyrzEY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured the girls would settle down around 10pm after we made this whole set-up in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAiHdYH8I/AAAAAAAABvo/RgTBttufgdo/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712676264452034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAiHdYH8I/AAAAAAAABvo/RgTBttufgdo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn, juices, candy, blankets, pillows, couch cushions, air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mattresses&lt;/span&gt; and rowdy girls....not a good combination!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712673940056338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAh-zMqRI/AAAAAAAABvg/LIdjiXyl3Lk/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop watching me!! Watch the movie so I can get sneaky pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAhq27dzI/AAAAAAAABvY/lIYvd1oVSnU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712668586997554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAhq27dzI/AAAAAAAABvY/lIYvd1oVSnU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE! This is the scene AFTER the girls were running around at 4 am like Banshees AFTER the movie was over. This is at 6 am. Some of the poor girls didn't make it to their spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAhSFNPKI/AAAAAAAABvQ/pObN9oCqvBI/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712661935996066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiAhSFNPKI/AAAAAAAABvQ/pObN9oCqvBI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;moring&lt;/span&gt; cleaning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was informed that whatever mess was left after the girls left..she was going to have to clean. She told the girls to HOP TO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiGsKoTlII/AAAAAAAABwg/EQGXd-54ROs/s1600/2009-11-08+11.21.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406719445984056450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiGsKoTlII/AAAAAAAABwg/EQGXd-54ROs/s320/2009-11-08+11.21.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning...there was cake and Ice cream for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??! These children will go home happy and full of life after this slumber party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their parents will thank me for it later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiGr9iOZ4I/AAAAAAAABwY/V-Fv3jRK6zs/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406719442468890498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiGr9iOZ4I/AAAAAAAABwY/V-Fv3jRK6zs/s320/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(even though you did decide to cut your own bangs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIIQp-7VI/AAAAAAAABw4/2rP_kbhSpuo/s1600/2009-10-19+19.03.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721028149669202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIIQp-7VI/AAAAAAAABw4/2rP_kbhSpuo/s320/2009-10-19+19.03.33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dom (because of his grades) has been spending some time in the doghouse. But it's all good. He's doing his best to bring them up and we are rooting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIH_tj4RI/AAAAAAAABww/-YDZJTMoulE/s1600/2009-11-21+10.29.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721023601271058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIH_tj4RI/AAAAAAAABww/-YDZJTMoulE/s320/2009-11-21+10.29.35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; # 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; has been doing AWESOME in football. At the beginning he wasn't feeling it because he was getting hurt and because since he is so small, they had him as receiver, kickoff return and corner. Now he's playing Kickoff, kickoff return, receiver and corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIHlIRDYI/AAAAAAAABwo/ZYs2CJ40P0I/s1600/2009-11-21+11.50.42-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721016465526146" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SwiIHlIRDYI/AAAAAAAABwo/ZYs2CJ40P0I/s320/2009-11-21+11.50.42-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their team hasn't won any games because the team is mainly made up of 1st year players. The coaches are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; graduates. They are doing a great job with handling the kids. (even though some parents don't think so) I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; walks off of the field he tells me "I had a great game." or "I had a great practice." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him telling those words is all I need to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright folks, that is the update so far. Tonight I am going to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.ufc.com/index.cfm?fa=EventDetail.home&amp;amp;eid=2363"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; 106&lt;/a&gt; fight with my best friend (Angel) and a few friends of ours here at the house. Drink a few (maybe more than a few) beers, there's gonna be BBQ wings and maybe even some Fajitas (for those of you fajita lovers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I leave you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's gonna be busy harvesting my crops on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh0qyVFDFI/AAAAAAAABuY/xlHVYHuNtYc/s1600/2009-11-18+21.36.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406699631071792210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh0qyVFDFI/AAAAAAAABuY/xlHVYHuNtYc/s200/2009-11-18+21.36.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5949732605012321944?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5949732605012321944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5949732605012321944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5949732605012321944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5949732605012321944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-updatesorry-so-long.html' title='Major Update...Sorry so long..'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Swh0rJmNkAI/AAAAAAAABug/MmPQAnK5uTU/s72-c/2009-10-31+19.12.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-3070978797121076865</id><published>2009-11-07T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:25:49.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy.'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>So...I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm such a shit for leaving you guys high and dry. I know you guys must be in withdrawal and have no idea what to do without your frequent fix of Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be posting any pictures at this time because I got a new laptop and I have nothing saved on it yet. (and when I say NEW, I mean NEW) THANKS MOM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is...it's taking me a long time to write this post because I'm not used to using a laptop and my fingers keep tapping the other keys. BACKSPACE..BACKSPACE...BACKSPACE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, I have my new kitten, Onyx, who loves to walk across my keyboard while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in bed trying to play games on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; (yeah, I'm still with that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....so update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a good time (with the exception of Dom, he is failing too many classes to participate in the Halloween festivities). I'm a little bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because we only rounded one block and barely got any candy. This Halloween BLOWS! We did go to a friend's party so that was fun. I usually like to carve a pumpkin and I HAD one all set up with the holes punched out but time ran out on me and I didn't get to do it. Angel attempted to help me out but he started cutting and then it started to fall apart. It was time to trash it because it didn't look like the Mummy it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;These are the &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html"&gt;previous year's pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER EVENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; just turned 10 on Thursday!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WHOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. My little girl is growing up. We didn't give her a big party or anything. She is requesting a Slumber party so that is whats in store for her tonight. I will try to take and post pictures for her because I hate to miss a B-Day post. I will actually have to get my lazy ass out of bed and to my regular computer to get those pictures. IT WILL BE DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a change  in my job from full-time to part-time because I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. In home health, I am supposed to be able to work on my schedule but it wasn't working out that way. My main focus is on the kids right now because I don't really have anyone here to help so my worry factor has increased dramatically. Angel may be sent to  New Orleans early next year so I will be alone with the kids...again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm used to it. I just need the time to make sure my home life is situated before I dedicate my all to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back (in between harvesting my crops on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; and kissing people on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yoville&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make stops at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; blogs because I feel like such an awful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend. If you come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;farmville&lt;/span&gt;, I will definitely fertilize your crops for you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-3070978797121076865?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/3070978797121076865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=3070978797121076865&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3070978797121076865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3070978797121076865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7566770998541066711</id><published>2009-10-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:10:57.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onyx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dogs'/><title type='text'>I know...I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you guys want to cuss me out for being gone for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't really been on Twitter and I've been MIA on this blog for awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really have a good excuse but just like my kids, I'm gonna pull one out of my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ummm...let me see which one works better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I KNOW!....I have been majorly busy and haven't had time to tweet or blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, that's a big-time lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhhh....I've been sick and haven't been able to get out of bed or do anything productive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, that's a lie too. (although, I have been feeling pretty crappy in my throat lately)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I'll just say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been addicted to facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There, I've said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not staring at my long lost friend's pictures and hoping they would pop up in the chat list so I can catch them for a chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, I was playing Farmville and Yoville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they are child(ish) games but my brother called me up one night and I was already asleep. He asks me about farmville and told me to check it out (and he's OLDER than me). I went back to sleep but you know when I woke up I checked it out and started playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn addicting games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't get into it but that's where I've been. Although, I have to say I have a pretty sweet farm back in Farmville but for some reason my friends in Yoville keep asking me to "take it slow" and "come back tomorrow". All I wanted was another kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, yeah..the catching up with old friends is nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, What's been going on with me you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Workin, same ole same ole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devyn has started playing football. Tackle football. He's 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, he's too nice. He is either afraid to get hit or afraid to hit someone else. We'll have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/studiogenius"&gt;@studiogenious&lt;/a&gt; he does look cute...to me. (check out my boy's blog: &lt;a href="http://thainfamousnobody.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Infamous Nobody&lt;/a&gt;. He's got the insight on why men do what they do on his &lt;a href="http://thainfamousnobody.blogspot.com/search/label/ManFive%20Friday"&gt;ManFive Fridays&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's Devyn at practice.....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUl-ejNrRI/AAAAAAAABuI/IdEYrx2FAUQ/s1600-h/dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761483756285202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUl-ejNrRI/AAAAAAAABuI/IdEYrx2FAUQ/s200/dev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is at his first game. Not sure if he knows what he's doing but still...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ughhh..so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUfN3LnvXI/AAAAAAAABtY/C128vddAuD4/s1600-h/oct+20+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754051484859762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUfN3LnvXI/AAAAAAAABtY/C128vddAuD4/s200/oct+20+2009+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here at his first high school pep rally. No, he's not a child genious (yet), his coach took him to his high school and it was the homecoming pep rally. Devyn's team was mentioned as the upcoming Wolverines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look at that sweet face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUfNjFo1YI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YpSUkMwsO-w/s1600-h/oct+20+2009+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754046091056514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUfNjFo1YI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YpSUkMwsO-w/s200/oct+20+2009+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also been nursing sick dogs. Chupa and Roary have been sick and I've been going back and forth from the vet with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Roary. He was throwing up for days and I had to take him to the vet and hope he wouldn't die. I wouldn't be able to handle that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_XxU6FI/AAAAAAAABtw/m1ffD_d4gRM/s1600-h/roary+sickk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760399604672594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_XxU6FI/AAAAAAAABtw/m1ffD_d4gRM/s200/roary+sickk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was barely able to drink water days later. He still threw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_J5fL-I/AAAAAAAABto/qQJj95UdVtU/s1600-h/Roary+sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760395880804322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_J5fL-I/AAAAAAAABto/qQJj95UdVtU/s200/Roary+sick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chupa got sick. He got Parvo. I'm guessing Roary had it too but the vet said No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUl-Kdj-vI/AAAAAAAABuA/E8_lYj8HJww/s1600-h/chupa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761478363871986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUl-Kdj-vI/AAAAAAAABuA/E8_lYj8HJww/s200/chupa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about a week and a half of doggie vomit and sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_l4cBhI/AAAAAAAABt4/5dFtQHAs6cY/s1600-h/chuparoary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760403392595474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUk_l4cBhI/AAAAAAAABt4/5dFtQHAs6cY/s200/chuparoary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad they are better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUnCPULStI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XorxAP4n-_U/s1600-h/chuproar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396762647897787090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUnCPULStI/AAAAAAAABuQ/XorxAP4n-_U/s200/chuproar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW, I want to tell you a story: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, Angel got rained out from work and came home and told me about a tiny black kitten that hangs around his work yard (an hour away from home). He says it comes around all the time and meows and they feed it and it hangs around his truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like, cool..you gonna bring it home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said,... maybe, if I see it tomorrow when I go to work, I might bring it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm napping and a little while later, Dom comes and wakes me up to tell me that there was a kitten outside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He brings it in and Angel recognizes it as the kitten from his work (an hour away from home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, the kitten hitched a ride somewhere in Angel's engine (without getting chopped up) and survived and hour long ride on the highway all the way to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(WHAT?! Angel was going to bring him to me anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel may seem like a big barbaric heavy metal dude but you guys don't see him cuddling these animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUhc1PZuzI/AAAAAAAABtg/CW_Mr5TDPmA/s1600-h/IMAGE_529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396756507685141298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUhc1PZuzI/AAAAAAAABtg/CW_Mr5TDPmA/s200/IMAGE_529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also want to officially give my sincerest CONGRATS to &lt;a href="http://mama24boys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dana over at Boy Oh Boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's just had her 6th baby boy and I can't see how she does it! I am wishing her all the love and joy and patience. Check her out and give her some support and advice and whatever coupon sites you guys have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7566770998541066711?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7566770998541066711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7566770998541066711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7566770998541066711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7566770998541066711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-knowi-know.html' title='I know...I know...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SuUl-ejNrRI/AAAAAAAABuI/IdEYrx2FAUQ/s72-c/dev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1008807746504613176</id><published>2009-10-09T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:24:17.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So...I have this friend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy.'/><title type='text'>Lazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So...I have this friend...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes, the same friend who likes those glitter panties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ss_WxxAB1OI/AAAAAAAABs4/kJZEMwICY00/s1600-h/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390763429441164514" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ss_WxxAB1OI/AAAAAAAABs4/kJZEMwICY00/s200/lazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me tell you guys....she's super LAZY. I have honestly never met anyone THAT lazy. I'm going to give you one example.:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She knows how to rearrange her bedroom so that her necessities are within reach from the bed. I've seen her not get off the bed for anything unless she has to pee, shower or get something from the kitchen. When she's completed those tasks, she heads back to the comfort of her bed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least it looks comfortable, I wouldn't know. Like I said, it's my lazy friend we're talking about).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You remember those &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/10/glitter-panties.html"&gt;glitter panties&lt;/a&gt; I told you about earlier? Well, there just happens to be glitter all over the remote controls for the TV and cable...as well as the remote for the air condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her underwear drawer has become her bedside table. She sticks her cans of &lt;a href="http://holdtheweaksauce.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/chelada.jpg"&gt;Cheladas&lt;/a&gt; in there when she's watching TV. She sticks anything she is drinking there in her drawer. All she has to do is move the glittering things over a little and make some room in the corner and "VOILA"...lazy bedside table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She just leans over and never has to leave the bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There have been candy wrappers in there. Maybe that's why her glitter things smell like chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(...err....from what she's told me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it's practical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, if only that drawer could triple as a bedside commode...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ss_Wxh3BxfI/AAAAAAAABsw/MmeEJKzy_e4/s1600-h/calvin+and+hobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390763425376880114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ss_Wxh3BxfI/AAAAAAAABsw/MmeEJKzy_e4/s200/calvin+and+hobbes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay...maybe that might be pushing it a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's still &lt;em&gt;LAZY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So what, she's my friend, who am I to judge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1008807746504613176?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1008807746504613176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1008807746504613176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1008807746504613176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1008807746504613176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ss_WxxAB1OI/AAAAAAAABs4/kJZEMwICY00/s72-c/lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2181533488085714688</id><published>2009-10-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:58:21.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devyn psychic lotto powers'/><title type='text'>Might be winning the lotto in the future folks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And please, don't come leaving comments on my blog THEN asking for handouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsymGr48YrI/AAAAAAAABsg/MrLje6Bb1s4/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865487846630066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsymGr48YrI/AAAAAAAABsg/MrLje6Bb1s4/s200/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm just practicing being a rich bitch..hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're all wondering why I'm planning on being rich (hopefully soon) and will be snubbing my face up to the rest of the world while I'm sitting on my YACHT sipping champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not on a yacht because I get sea sick and probably not sipping champagne because I don't really drink that stuff either (unless you count New Years when EVERYONE is sipping out of those fake, plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt; glasses you get from the dollar store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rich ass is going to be doing something that rich people do. I don't currently know what that is but...mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; came to me the other day and told me that he sees things before they happen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was like: What do you mean? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and he took a deep breath and sighed and said..., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I see some things in my head and maybe like a week later it happens for real. It happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and it happened today at school. I dreamed about a friend and the same thing happened."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: *blink*, *blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...How long has this been going on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;: For awhile, but I only see them in my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not alarmed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say: Okay, well if you come across any numbers in your dreams, write them down so momma can go to the store and bubble in some numbers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe if I have him carry around the lotto bubble paper and a pencil, something will inspire him?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's worth a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later, I'm sitting here processing what he's telling me because, well, Dom mentioned something like that in passing the other day and I blew it off because he keeps changing who he is, i.e. Skater, Rocker, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; and now he's trying to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wicca&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's just a phase but I told him that the only thing he is going to be is GRADES! That is what matters right now or you will end up being a BUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Angel this and he says, "Well, you remember that guy who came to our house and told us that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was going to be able to see stuff later on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, I remember the man and exactly how he was because he was claiming to be psychic. Angel then reminded me that he told us this &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; I was pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;. And then I remembered...oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.....That's my plan people. My 'get rich quick" scheme. Unless this takes all his life. I don't have that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please Lord, please don't let this be the case)..&lt;/span&gt;Unless he's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ssyn3QnltCI/AAAAAAAABso/sMncZdvFBk4/s1600-h/1104308_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389867421851300898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Ssyn3QnltCI/AAAAAAAABso/sMncZdvFBk4/s200/1104308_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love this show and all but I'm out for the riches. I don't EVER see her predicting any lotto numbers. Just a bunch of dead people wanting her to solve their murders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsylpXcqC7I/AAAAAAAABsY/OmlqJXJfpNQ/s1600-h/staked-yard-ghosts-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864984143072178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsylpXcqC7I/AAAAAAAABsY/OmlqJXJfpNQ/s200/staked-yard-ghosts-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see any of these around and I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; telling me that one might be standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsylojhVAqI/AAAAAAAABsQ/DLvcfIBMxaY/s1600-h/Common-ghost.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864970204021410" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsylojhVAqI/AAAAAAAABsQ/DLvcfIBMxaY/s200/Common-ghost.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we all just pray together then we can send &lt;strike&gt;money&lt;/strike&gt; happy thoughts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; so that my plan will be already in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this alone, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DEVYN&lt;/span&gt; LUCK!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2181533488085714688?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2181533488085714688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2181533488085714688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2181533488085714688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2181533488085714688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/10/might-be-winning-lotto-in-future-folks.html' title='Might be winning the lotto in the future folks...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsymGr48YrI/AAAAAAAABsg/MrLje6Bb1s4/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2044310976186796323</id><published>2009-10-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:07:11.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glitter panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So...I have this friend.'/><title type='text'>GLITTER PANTIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Miscellaneous"&gt;&lt;img alt="layouts myspace" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/top/glitter_images/glitter_images_60.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Miscellaneous"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you guys are thinking.."Sheila's gonna talk about her underwear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;NOOOO, C'mon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;What kind of girl do you guys think I am?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;See, I have this &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; and she has this problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;She loves wearing underwear with glitter on them. She thinks they are cute and sexy and they make her feel cute and sexy...and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;What?! That's what she told me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Back to her problem, she &lt;em&gt;says &lt;/em&gt;when she wears the glitter panties that she ends up with glitter all over her nether regions. Now, I, personally wouldn't know what she's talking about. So, anyway, she goes on to tell me about how sometimes she wakes up in the morning while wearing the glitter panties and she has glitter on her eye lids and on her cheek and on the bottom of her feet. I don't know how she gets it all over the place. But it's all over the place and throughout her covers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t least this is what she tells me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;She claims to have a drawer full of them so there is always glitter flying all over the place. God forbid she should wash her glitter panties with Angel's work clothes...I mean, with her husband's clothes...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if she has one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Let's keep in mind that &lt;em&gt;my friend &lt;/em&gt;isn't exactly shopping at Frederick's of Hollywood or even Victoria's Secret for these super cute panties. So I guess she gets what she pays for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Well, I don't really know how much she paid for them because I don't know her like &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;to be all up in her finances and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;Just wanted to let you guys know what's going on with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;I mean.....my &lt;em&gt;friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2044310976186796323?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2044310976186796323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2044310976186796323&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2044310976186796323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2044310976186796323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/10/glitter-panties.html' title='GLITTER PANTIES'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6818081200951554970</id><published>2009-09-29T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:19:19.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharkathon'/><title type='text'>Sharkathon 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angel and I went to the &lt;a href="http://sharkathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sharkathon&lt;/span&gt; Fishing Tournament&lt;/a&gt; in Corpus Christi, Texas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuSa2NkxI/AAAAAAAABrA/ZLaE-NLyNWM/s1600-h/IMAGE_471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386848629523583762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuSa2NkxI/AAAAAAAABrA/ZLaE-NLyNWM/s200/IMAGE_471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the check-in. Yeah. We thought we were the shit when we got there. We knew we were going to catch a crap load of fish (maybe even a shark) and come away with the 10,000 grand prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuSBZ1TOI/AAAAAAAABq4/vpqv5t5MJEg/s1600-h/IMAGE_473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386848622693666018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuSBZ1TOI/AAAAAAAABq4/vpqv5t5MJEg/s200/IMAGE_473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a feeling something was going to happen when I woke up that morning. You know those feelings you get when something might go wrong? Well, yeah. We get there and a little while later I start feeling horrible. I mean..HORRIBLE. I start feeling body aches and my throat starts to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tickly&lt;/span&gt;. I know I'm going to come down with a fever. THIS SUCKS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are out on the beach with no medicine. SO, I called our boy Adam who lives there in Corpus. He comes to the rescue with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, beer and Ice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is with Angel. Both of them showing off their tattoos and acting a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuRnfruEI/AAAAAAAABqw/F1Wn9qm5iIs/s1600-h/IMAGE_484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386848615738882114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuRnfruEI/AAAAAAAABqw/F1Wn9qm5iIs/s200/IMAGE_484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Adam from &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/11/chillin.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; time...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meds&lt;/span&gt; downed and the next day we get to fishing. Here's our setup. Of course, you know THIS DIVA has to have it set up right because I know from past experiences that I will turn into a true B-I-T-C-H if I have to sleep all whacked out on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only thing is..we left at 5 am and we had planned on stopping by the storage to pick up the tent and a few other necessities. Unfortunately, our storage isn't open 24 hrs so we didn't have a tent. We had to stop at Academy and buy another one. Much smaller and much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtWPwk6iI/AAAAAAAABqo/2aS6g43Rsz0/s1600-h/IMAGE_486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386847595755006498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtWPwk6iI/AAAAAAAABqo/2aS6g43Rsz0/s200/IMAGE_486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice how ingenious it was to put the tent (along with queen size air mattress I managed to &lt;em&gt;squeeze&lt;/em&gt; in it) UNDER the canopy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, that was MY idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good thing too because the first night...IT RAINED HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtVq7O3bI/AAAAAAAABqg/LgbIhFlxoQc/s1600-h/IMAGE_487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386847585867586994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtVq7O3bI/AAAAAAAABqg/LgbIhFlxoQc/s200/IMAGE_487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel was passed out but I was laying in the tent next to him just looking up at the canopy hoping it wouldn't leak because we didn't have the rain guard on the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't get wet at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtVepu1LI/AAAAAAAABqY/eXL993qiwSE/s1600-h/IMAGE_488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386847582572958898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtVepu1LI/AAAAAAAABqY/eXL993qiwSE/s200/IMAGE_488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we have our restroom/shower area. Angel blocked it off from the traffic of cars that drive by all of the time. The only open area is facing the dunes. As long as no one comes over the dunes, they will not see any nakedness. No, we didn't use beach water to shower with. Angel brought along this huge container of clean water and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt;-warm. We took Awesome under the open sky showers at night. It was a little weird standing naked out in the open but it was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtU0SPuMI/AAAAAAAABqQ/xyCekSljmI8/s1600-h/IMAGE_490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386847571200161986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtU0SPuMI/AAAAAAAABqQ/xyCekSljmI8/s200/IMAGE_490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have our living area. Not much since most of our stuff is still in storage. But we weren't there much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtUgMqG1I/AAAAAAAABqI/Tqzchzz_7ww/s1600-h/IMAGE_491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386847565808016210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHtUgMqG1I/AAAAAAAABqI/Tqzchzz_7ww/s200/IMAGE_491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT...ON TO FISHING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr3Q305JI/AAAAAAAABqA/QLJ6hNssaoM/s1600-h/IMAGE_510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845963966276754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr3Q305JI/AAAAAAAABqA/QLJ6hNssaoM/s200/IMAGE_510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel has the poles set up for us. My four on the left and his 4 on the right. This way our lines won't get tangled when we have them out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr3MOcgvI/AAAAAAAABp4/OaVBv4tO6Fw/s1600-h/IMAGE_508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845962718970610" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr3MOcgvI/AAAAAAAABp4/OaVBv4tO6Fw/s200/IMAGE_508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we had to wade way out into the water in order to cast our lines. The water was great. Usually I don't go into the water. As soon as my feet get wet and touch the cold water I'm sprinting back to the beach and the chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIASBmHlsI/AAAAAAAABrY/8kmdqWF6uEo/s1600-h/IMAGE_517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386868413954496194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIASBmHlsI/AAAAAAAABrY/8kmdqWF6uEo/s200/IMAGE_517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! I caught something!! Hurry! Hurry! We need to get the camera out and document it so that we can enter it into the competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh? What is that white thing around my waist? Yeah, I know what it looks like. It's to hold the pole. Do you know how hard it is to be out there holding your rod and trying to reel in the fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks funny, I know but still, it serves its purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr1-PUPvI/AAAAAAAABpg/AEu1VWMqKDU/s1600-h/IMAGE_519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845941784657650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr1-PUPvI/AAAAAAAABpg/AEu1VWMqKDU/s200/IMAGE_519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know how to fish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr2iYKWxI/AAAAAAAABpw/3Tg0Ow_Mc9k/s1600-h/IMAGE_495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845951485434642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr2iYKWxI/AAAAAAAABpw/3Tg0Ow_Mc9k/s200/IMAGE_495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see....the rules state you have to hold the ruler against the fish just like so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr2XexWVI/AAAAAAAABpo/XD3DvPhStrg/s1600-h/IMAGE_496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845948560365906" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHr2XexWVI/AAAAAAAABpo/XD3DvPhStrg/s200/IMAGE_496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. What's this? What the hell does Angel have? What the heck is that in his cast net? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqso8mlKI/AAAAAAAABpQ/NEdEcLjzV40/s1600-h/IMAGE_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844681938572450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqso8mlKI/AAAAAAAABpQ/NEdEcLjzV40/s200/IMAGE_512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIARrLK_hI/AAAAAAAABrQ/0v21jSIfGkw/s1600-h/IMAGE_513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386868407935893010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIARrLK_hI/AAAAAAAABrQ/0v21jSIfGkw/s200/IMAGE_513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You mean, my fish isn't big enough? YOU MEAN...all I caught was BAIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqs4u2JMI/AAAAAAAABpY/qdqzfauuT8c/s1600-h/IMAGE_499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844686175839426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqs4u2JMI/AAAAAAAABpY/qdqzfauuT8c/s200/IMAGE_499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I see. I need to catch a fish like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsH4Vk11f6I/AAAAAAAABrI/Va6PNDX_BtM/s1600-h/IMAGE_497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386859678862245794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsH4Vk11f6I/AAAAAAAABrI/Va6PNDX_BtM/s200/IMAGE_497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to eat. Nothing like grubbing on ribs and fajita at the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqrrXw7xI/AAAAAAAABpA/cS5ZXeY8ftQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844665409498898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqrrXw7xI/AAAAAAAABpA/cS5ZXeY8ftQ/s200/IMAGE_502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not feeling well but I think I would be feeling much worse if I was actually home laying up in the bed under the covers because then I would definitely be feeling the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF5AplqiI/AAAAAAAABsA/zSnIg47hBeA/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874581273651746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF5AplqiI/AAAAAAAABsA/zSnIg47hBeA/s200/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get to use the kayak. That was for shark fishing but the waves were too rough and we would never make it out as far as we would like to set the bait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF4oPAphI/AAAAAAAABr4/aeLnMnzyCM8/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874574719723026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF4oPAphI/AAAAAAAABr4/aeLnMnzyCM8/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is enjoying himself. I'm glad. He's in his element.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF4PI04hI/AAAAAAAABrw/ietOggky1KY/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874567982899730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF4PI04hI/AAAAAAAABrw/ietOggky1KY/s200/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice fire to keep us warm (and keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; away) each night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see out there in the dunes? I know it's night time and really dark but TRUST ME, there were coyotes out there. When the cars would drive by and their lights hit the dunes, you can see their outline on top of the dunes. Maybe they were waiting for us to fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF336zf0I/AAAAAAAABro/ZiYvAxjyJLs/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874561750073154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF336zf0I/AAAAAAAABro/ZiYvAxjyJLs/s200/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped. I'm cleaning out the bait bucket and feeding the seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF3QeHhbI/AAAAAAAABrg/e7MK-Iu048Q/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874551160767922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsIF3QeHhbI/AAAAAAAABrg/e7MK-Iu048Q/s200/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we packed up and came home. I was glad to spend quality alone time with Angel because we don't get a chance to do that anymore. Our 3 big needy kids want and demand our (my) attention constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't win anything or even go to the announcement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year will be different. We will be better prepared and will come away winning something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqrQtsZkI/AAAAAAAABo4/il51QThv_90/s1600-h/IMAGE_493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844658253719106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHqrQtsZkI/AAAAAAAABo4/il51QThv_90/s200/IMAGE_493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody want to go next year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6818081200951554970?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6818081200951554970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6818081200951554970&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6818081200951554970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6818081200951554970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/sharkathon-2009.html' title='Sharkathon 2009'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SsHuSa2NkxI/AAAAAAAABrA/ZLaE-NLyNWM/s72-c/IMAGE_471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-4734757279056480403</id><published>2009-09-24T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:21:46.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharkathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>Last Day before......DOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Srts5xX1fWI/AAAAAAAABow/6JrD5QnPSN8/s1600-h/no-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385017519213215074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Srts5xX1fWI/AAAAAAAABow/6JrD5QnPSN8/s200/no-cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well guys, today is the last day of work for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;I will be heading out either tonight or tomorrow with Angel so that we can start our &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-more-days-people_22.html"&gt;"adventure". &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel plans on recording a lot of it for us so that we can have "memories" but I'm not sure if I really want anyone to see me out there roughing it. You know, no make-up, soap, clean water, combs or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's best to view me from a distance during this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I'm seeing this as relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE!!&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to be pretending to be extreme fishermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel has been loading up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all of our necessities.&lt;br /&gt;Tent, canopies, tarp, lawn/beach chairs, fishing poles, toilet, generator, lights...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I said "toilet"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrtqphN47KI/AAAAAAAABoo/bZpEzEHsZHg/s1600-h/bedside-commode-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385015040975367330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrtqphN47KI/AAAAAAAABoo/bZpEzEHsZHg/s200/bedside-commode-300x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grateful to have it. Don't ask me where we got it. I don't know. We've had it for a long time so at this point, I don't want to know. It's been cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(don't look at me like I'm the weird one. You all know what YOU do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to go to the beach for days without it. When we are packing up I'm always asking for or looking for my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys think I'm nuts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're out on the beach (for days like I will be) and you need to do #1 or #2....on second thought, LADIES..YOU imagine this (because the men can just pee behind the truck like Angel does). Now, imagine looking around for a place to complete this task and all you see is sand, water and dunes. Men, unlike you, we have to squat. I hate squatting. Something is always brushing up against my nether regions and nothing ever sprays right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people say about going into the water to do #1. I just can't do it. ESPECIALLY NOT # 2. My kids don't even do it because they always come to me to tell me they have to "use it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..that's the reason I like to take it with me (only to the beach people, only to the beach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel sets it up so I have privacy with a tarp strategically placed over the truck door. We are currently looking for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrtiiXMNfsI/AAAAAAAABog/LokBPJV8dR4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385006121931865794" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrtiiXMNfsI/AAAAAAAABog/LokBPJV8dR4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way we can have our own little restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you read about me complaining about having to go to the beach...again. Having to fish non-stop out in the hot sun..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I'm really a little excited about going and spending time with my Angel. This is what makes him happy and I want to be around when he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;...winning the prize won't hurt much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long I've been hearing this song and it's been setting the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGfUCqorc5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGfUCqorc5U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have reception out there on the deserted island I will try to post pics on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sheangel1019"&gt;Twitter...&lt;/a&gt;so follow me if you want to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;retardedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one you guys. I will be back on Sunday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-4734757279056480403?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/4734757279056480403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=4734757279056480403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4734757279056480403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4734757279056480403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-beforedoom.html' title='Last Day before......DOOM!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Srts5xX1fWI/AAAAAAAABow/6JrD5QnPSN8/s72-c/no-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7199441638675143531</id><published>2009-09-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:00:00.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>3 More Days People..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrhGDcYwbqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/KrSNwFH7P50/s1600-h/5265_fishing_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384130379495009954" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrhGDcYwbqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/KrSNwFH7P50/s200/5265_fishing_cartoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you are all gearing up to pray for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really mean an actual candle light vigil for me since I'm going to be out on the beach (AGAIN) for the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like I mentioned before, Angel is super revved up about this whole &lt;a href="http://sharkathon.com/"&gt;Sharkathon&lt;/a&gt; extreme-fishing-tournament-expedition-thingy we are participating in.Three days of non-stop fishing. I love my naps (YOU KNOW I LOVE MY NAPS) but I have a feeling Angel isn't going to let me get away with napping when every moment is supposed to be spent stroking and caressing our rods and reels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PLUS, &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/tenday/78401?from=36hr_topnav_undeclared"&gt;The Weather Channel&lt;/a&gt; said it's supposed to be raining all week. I'm not a big fan of sleeping on the beach under the rain. I've done it before and it sucked because Dom and Angel (Miah and Devyn weren't born yet) slept through the whole tropical storm while I stayed up all night and placed towels in the corners of the tent to soak up water so that we wouldn't drown in our sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to the rules and regulations, we are supposed to bait, cast and catch our own fish/shark and it all has to be documented by digital camera in order for it to be legit. If we catch the "winning" fish/shark, we will be polygraphed as part of the requirements for collecting the prize. I've never been polygraphed before, I hope they don't ask me about those missing movies&lt;br /&gt;from Movie Gallery all those years ago. I may need to take a sedative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way, I'm looking forward to winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both have the day off from work so we will be leaving EARLY Friday morning and we won't be coming back until Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Sheila! Are the kids going with you to the Sharkathon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; HELL NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can barely handle being out there myself watching the poles and trying to fish. The kids are a huge distraction mainly because they are ALWAYS in the water and I have to watch them to make sure none of them get washed out to sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; So..what are you going to do with the kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to leave them here to fend for themselves. What the heck do you think I've been breeding them to do all of these years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother in law is going to take them to school Friday morning and then keep them the rest of the weekend. She must miss having lots of kids around *snicker*.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh because I know how she is and she's VERY impatient. I still love her for taking them on all weekend. I'm sure she will have them at the doorstep the minute we tell her we are heading back (hopefully with our winnings).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck people and pray for me that I don't come back with hooks in my fingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrhKUgVuidI/AAAAAAAABoY/XOQQif0egjI/s1600-h/tp0056fishing_289375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384135070660331986" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrhKUgVuidI/AAAAAAAABoY/XOQQif0egjI/s200/tp0056fishing_289375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7199441638675143531?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7199441638675143531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7199441638675143531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7199441638675143531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7199441638675143531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-more-days-people_22.html' title='3 More Days People..'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrhGDcYwbqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/KrSNwFH7P50/s72-c/5265_fishing_cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7406805261953836881</id><published>2009-09-19T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:34:10.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><title type='text'>1 good reason to hold off on driving lessons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrS-iADnZcI/AAAAAAAABn4/EtsYmOnhArM/s1600-h/golf_5gti_smokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383136945954579906" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrS-iADnZcI/AAAAAAAABn4/EtsYmOnhArM/s200/golf_5gti_smokes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason, every time I get into the vehicle with the kids, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thinks it's a good idea to encourage me to speed. I don't know what's come over her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were at the light and she was actually almost bouncing in her seat talking about, "Oh..Go fast! Floor it! FLOOR IT! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLOOR IT!..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to calm her down and tell her in my calmest mommy voice..."The light is RED, Miah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as the light changed, she was all over it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...I accelerated...a little....more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sent us flying at warp speeds of 30 mphs in a residential area (for about a block).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Miah looks at me like..What was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev...we sped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since it has rained here recently, there have been large puddles of water on the ground. The first thing she says when she sees them is, "SPLASH IT!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrTAOfpgA3I/AAAAAAAABoA/HtBTl0NYoyE/s1600-h/Car%2520splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383138809860850546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrTAOfpgA3I/AAAAAAAABoA/HtBTl0NYoyE/s200/Car%2520splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know that in order to get a nice good splash from the puddle you need to pick up some speed. I'm not trying to drive head on into a huge hole camo'd by water. If the puddle were in a large parking lot (say like... the Mall), I wouldn't have a problem with it because most likely there isn't a hole. BUT...since we NEVER go to the Mall and are mostly by alleys and back roads....not chancing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Miah, there cold be a hole in that huge puddle and I'll mess up my truck.&lt;br /&gt;Miah: Awwwe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...I'm a huge buzzkill but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wouldn't be sitting here in the early AM writing this if it was as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah isn't only trying to encourage me to break the law by speeding (and occasionally splashing), she also wants me to use my 4 Runner as a battering ram. We could be riding along, innocently and one of the boys will point out something they see and Miah will instantly yell out, "RAM IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does she get this from? &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-blame-angel.html"&gt;I'm still blaming her dad.&lt;/a&gt; I don't ever recall a time growing up that I wanted my parents to ram into ANYTHING. And if I did...I certainly didn't yell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't care. She'll sit in her seat salivating and eyeballing everything we pass and I can almost hear the echo of evil laughter in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah isn't picky. She wants me to RAM things or people...whatever happens to be in our line of sight. If you happen to be walking on the sidewalk anywhere around us, she will yell out "RAM EM!" and instantly you are a victim in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I'm the driver. We might have to postpone her driving lessons until she has a clearer head or at least take her to ride some bumper cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrTJByRJX3I/AAAAAAAABoI/PqAtXfz75w0/s1600-h/IMAGE_067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383148487125327730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrTJByRJX3I/AAAAAAAABoI/PqAtXfz75w0/s200/IMAGE_067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7406805261953836881?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7406805261953836881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7406805261953836881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7406805261953836881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7406805261953836881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-good-reason-to-hold-off-on-driving.html' title='1 good reason to hold off on driving lessons.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrS-iADnZcI/AAAAAAAABn4/EtsYmOnhArM/s72-c/golf_5gti_smokes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5369666789977277384</id><published>2009-09-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:34:27.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miah'/><title type='text'>I Blame Angel.....</title><content type='html'>There once was a time when I thought I was going to have a little girl who loved playing with dolls and dressing in frilly little dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was younger when I was having those thoughts. Then Angel came along and made it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was a baby, I've sang her those little baby songs that my mom used to sing to me. You know, like the toady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; one where you bounce the baby on your leg and she's all happy because of the movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; song that you sing to babies, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Angel would come around and modify these songs and totally screw with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loggy&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;, and OH how he could....JUMP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MUTHAFUCKA&lt;/span&gt;! JUMP! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUMP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MUTHAFUCKA&lt;/span&gt;...JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pair that up with the melody and visuals of a headbanging concert or a mosh pit and you have yourself a nursery rhyme all kids would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to this. (click on the link, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't let me copy it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEzh10_xoqw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEzh10_xoqw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute and all and she liked the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Mogsyhf0Sg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Mogsyhf0Sg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=Mogsyhf0Sg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=Mogsyhf0Sg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=Mogsyhf0Sg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=Mogsyhf0Sg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Mogsyhf0Sg/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/azulalee/music/15Omxrj4/mxpx-punk-ska-covers-mxpx-barbie-girl-aquamp3/"&gt;punk-ska covers - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mxpx&lt;/span&gt; - barbie girl (aqua).mp3 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mxpx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; likes to take control of her school pictures. Especially when it's free dress picture day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/05/miah-is-such-girl.html"&gt;HERE IS&lt;/a&gt; one of her school pictures from a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is what she wore today for her school picture this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrFyx8vrcCI/AAAAAAAABno/YqUIdH1yvHM/s1600-h/Sheila%27s+G1+sept+1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382209232129716258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrFyx8vrcCI/AAAAAAAABno/YqUIdH1yvHM/s200/Sheila%27s+G1+sept+1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrFyyEIY4PI/AAAAAAAABnw/WvG_FCXVqSQ/s1600-h/Sheila%27s+G1+sept+1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382209234112405746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrFyyEIY4PI/AAAAAAAABnw/WvG_FCXVqSQ/s200/Sheila%27s+G1+sept+1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the skulls. Thanks DAD for the introduction that has us hooked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5369666789977277384?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5369666789977277384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5369666789977277384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5369666789977277384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5369666789977277384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-blame-angel.html' title='I Blame Angel.....'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SrFyx8vrcCI/AAAAAAAABno/YqUIdH1yvHM/s72-c/Sheila%27s+G1+sept+1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5827065842880504643</id><published>2009-09-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:06:54.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These past few days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...have been trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say the least, my husband's grandmother passed away yesterday morning. I knew she was in the hospital a day or two before but I didn't really expect it to be serious. One of the only people who knew how serious it was was my cousin &lt;a href="http://ladiebelladonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;. She's been living with Grandma and have been taking care of her. She has sacrificed a lot and I know she must really be hurting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you &lt;a href="http://ladiebelladonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Angel and I were going to get ready to head to the hospital. I had already had my patients rescheduled so that I can go and Angel was fortunate to be rained out of work so he was off that day. We were getting ready to go and we got the call that she had already passed. Angel was on the phone and when he got off I asked him if everything was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;". He said, "No, Grandma died this morning". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt numb. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. I went to my work (which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; around the corner) and told them that I was going to need some days off. Then I came back home to Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel has been "okay" so far. I haven't been around him much. He's been keeping himself busy trying to see what he can do for everyone. I don't think he's really taken time for himself. I'm waiting for that time and any time so that I can be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of crying from everyone. I don't know how to react. I can't help myself either. Angel said that after the funeral everyone comes back to her house every evening for 9 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....that's a lot of grief and I don't know if I can handle that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved Grandma. The kids loved her too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a chance to spend a little time with her before her passing and I thanked her for accepting Dominique and I into her family, to be with Angel, without prejudice. She told me that she wanted her family to be happy no matter who they loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sqx5TB574jI/AAAAAAAABng/2lgsM5LQXYs/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_115%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809022636810802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sqx5TB574jI/AAAAAAAABng/2lgsM5LQXYs/s200/0_IMAGE_115%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my favorite stories that I like to tease Angel about is from several years ago. We were already married by then and he would wear jeans that didn't really fit and they would be hanging off of his butt. Grandma will stop him and ask to look at his pants and he had to lift his shirt up and show him. She would try to pull his pants up and tell him, "Why do you wear your pants like that? You're not a teenager anymore, you can't wear your pants like that". He would always get embarrassed. I would always threaten to tell his grandma when he was doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sqx4-nYyifI/AAAAAAAABnY/g2fQgVxuGgg/s1600-h/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380808671921080818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sqx4-nYyifI/AAAAAAAABnY/g2fQgVxuGgg/s200/067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angel, Grandma and I shared the same birthday. Now our birthdays will seem a little empty because we are one less. It's almost an empty feeling even though I still share it with Angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The funeral is on Monday. It's going to be rough being around a lot of people who will be crying uncontrollably and still trying to be strong for my husband. I don't think his damn has broken yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm just waiting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was the only grandmother I ever really knew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you Grandma Imelda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5827065842880504643?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5827065842880504643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5827065842880504643&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5827065842880504643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5827065842880504643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-past-few-days.html' title='These past few days...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sqx5TB574jI/AAAAAAAABng/2lgsM5LQXYs/s72-c/0_IMAGE_115%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2333434338509955552</id><published>2009-09-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:17:51.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Labor Day weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are again, at the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only difference is that we didn't spend the night or the weekend even though it was a holiday. We spent a good deal of the weekend cleaning because since my mom isn't here for another 3 months, we figured it wouldn't be fair to let things pile up for her when she gets back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides, we needed clean underwear. I happened to go out and buy new ones but they still pile up..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we went to the beach for only for the day on Sunday with the kids AND the little dogs because I'm a nut and I wanted to take them. Angel never refuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is base camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's simple this time because it's only for the day. We didn't load up like we usually do with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYWFItjcI/AAAAAAAABnI/Iw4hVuz3tWg/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.34.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378872835067186626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYWFItjcI/AAAAAAAABnI/Iw4hVuz3tWg/s200/2009-09-06+13.34.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get to the beach and the puppies follow us to the water. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; they start whining and wanting to be picked up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chupa&lt;/span&gt; was shivering like he was a chihuahua. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; covered the puppy in warm sand and he went to sleep. Dom came over and added a little bit of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYVqTKPuI/AAAAAAAABnA/W7INv-PikNE/s1600-h/2009-09-06+12.29.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378872827863252706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYVqTKPuI/AAAAAAAABnA/W7INv-PikNE/s200/2009-09-06+12.29.52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, there was this awesome rainbow in the clouds. I don't know if you can see if very well but all of the colors were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYVFnjyAI/AAAAAAAABm4/vdP6oS-Y4d0/s1600-h/2009-09-06+12.21.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378872818016700418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYVFnjyAI/AAAAAAAABm4/vdP6oS-Y4d0/s200/2009-09-06+12.21.31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the puppies (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roary&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chupa&lt;/span&gt;) after they've been in the water. They were actually a lot cooler than&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-beach-and-little-hnt.html"&gt; Venus and Serena were when we took them in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYUhRRgaI/AAAAAAAABmw/6RP-75_UGGA/s1600-h/2009-09-06+12.30.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378872808259551650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYUhRRgaI/AAAAAAAABmw/6RP-75_UGGA/s200/2009-09-06+12.30.41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roary&lt;/span&gt; was very hesitant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; the water approached. He ended up retreating underneath the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYUcGnzfI/AAAAAAAABmo/Tee3xADILs4/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.32.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378872806872698354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYUcGnzfI/AAAAAAAABmo/Tee3xADILs4/s200/2009-09-06+13.32.51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXC1Wd5OI/AAAAAAAABmg/F9lEY9qcw_4/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.34.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871404900771042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXC1Wd5OI/AAAAAAAABmg/F9lEY9qcw_4/s200/2009-09-06+13.34.53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; were on the sand and I thought that was a great photo-op because they were engrossed in their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXCZfy1rI/AAAAAAAABmY/DF5x6pz6h_E/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.40.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871397423699634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXCZfy1rI/AAAAAAAABmY/DF5x6pz6h_E/s200/2009-09-06+13.40.46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was venturing off too far in the water so I called him back. He saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and Dom in the sand and he wanted to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXBlg9QTI/AAAAAAAABmQ/sUrOJjAX_PY/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.41.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871383469932850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXBlg9QTI/AAAAAAAABmQ/sUrOJjAX_PY/s200/2009-09-06+13.41.53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXBUcNfeI/AAAAAAAABmI/5t6-QCHJ3x4/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.43.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871378886622690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXBUcNfeI/AAAAAAAABmI/5t6-QCHJ3x4/s200/2009-09-06+13.43.31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was a little upset because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and Dom wouldn't let him mess with their "project" so he pouted. I told him I was going to take a picture so that I will have blackmail photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXA0vUcgI/AAAAAAAABmA/pGNm_JPW2c0/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.48.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871370376835586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWXA0vUcgI/AAAAAAAABmA/pGNm_JPW2c0/s200/2009-09-06+13.48.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a picture I couldn't resist getting. My kids are getting big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU7dPSW8I/AAAAAAAABl4/d4khSytwrnM/s1600-h/2009-09-06+13.48.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869079145864130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU7dPSW8I/AAAAAAAABl4/d4khSytwrnM/s200/2009-09-06+13.48.42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The puppies have their own nap time so they didn't mind the kids making a couple of beds for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU7I8EV4I/AAAAAAAABlw/VrwrlKLrvyI/s1600-h/2009-09-06+14.39.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869073696544642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU7I8EV4I/AAAAAAAABlw/VrwrlKLrvyI/s200/2009-09-06+14.39.51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, we saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;crap load&lt;/span&gt; of cars getting stuck in the thick sand. I was afraid that we were going to get stuck too because we weren't close to the water. We were in thick sand. Angel reassured me that we were going to be fine. He may as well have slapped me because I was near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt; before we hit the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU6nIlA9I/AAAAAAAABlo/U9RkNiX6VOM/s1600-h/2009-09-06+15.52.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869064622212050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU6nIlA9I/AAAAAAAABlo/U9RkNiX6VOM/s200/2009-09-06+15.52.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time. They were KNOCKED OUT on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU6NLh1VI/AAAAAAAABlg/qkOCqhNVXpc/s1600-h/2009-09-06+16.13.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869057655264594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU6NLh1VI/AAAAAAAABlg/qkOCqhNVXpc/s200/2009-09-06+16.13.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even get off of the island and they were crashed. They're going to get me for posting these pics but that's what happens when mommy has a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU5hIb1GI/AAAAAAAABlY/Uy7e_koO6JM/s1600-h/2009-09-06+16.24.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869045831128162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWU5hIb1GI/AAAAAAAABlY/Uy7e_koO6JM/s200/2009-09-06+16.24.45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have been &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sheangel1019"&gt;following me Twitter&lt;/a&gt; than you know that I am going to be doing some fishing in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;On the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Angel and I are going to enter a fishing tournament. It's called the &lt;a href="http://sharkathon.com/Home/tabid/107/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sharkathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We are going to be sleeping on the beach (again) and fishing for a couple of days straight. I'm entered into the woman's division so I hope I win. Angel mentioned that we were going to have to be doing some "extreme fishing" which made me chuckle a little under my breath. I have this HUGE pole and HUGE reel and it's mine all mine but I just like knowing that I have it. Now, I have to actually use it and try to win something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More info on all of that later on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; just came in and wanted to see the picture I was posting and he made this funky face asking me why'd I have to take the pic when he was asleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWjcs0tC-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/42fmmFzc8PY/s1600-h/2009-09-07+19.14.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378885043427806178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWjcs0tC-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/42fmmFzc8PY/s200/2009-09-07+19.14.46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will keep you posted on the upcoming event that is &lt;a href="http://sharkathon.com/Home/tabid/107/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sharkathon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep in mind people. I volunteered. I know that Angel just can't get out of this 2 week trip I have planned next year to NY to visit my bro and &lt;a href="http://queengemini1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited and he better get himself excited too. I'm talking &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaHmcCp77JE"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Dom is writing in his blog again. &lt;a href="http://domsplac3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check it out. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2333434338509955552?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2333434338509955552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2333434338509955552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2333434338509955552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2333434338509955552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day weekend.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SqWYWFItjcI/AAAAAAAABnI/Iw4hVuz3tWg/s72-c/2009-09-06+13.34.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5980622363151798372</id><published>2009-09-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:43:35.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need to workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Shipped out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today my parents are on their way to NY to visit my Big Bro and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://queengemini1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sherlisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took my parents out to eat yesterday because I knew we weren't going to be seeing them for quite some time. There is "talk" about everyone coming to Texas for Christmas and that would be super cool but so far...my mom is the only one I hear talking about it. My parents are going to be gone until January. That's a long time to be fending for myself here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom does everything for me. When she's not here cleaning and cooking a couple of days out of the week I let the kids take over any job she would be doing. Now it's time for her to help out my bro so I guess it's his turn since he still has young ones and mine can all wipe their own asses and prepare their own meals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's time to pass them on (until they come back..bwa ha ha hahahaha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are my parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xEuFsNAI/AAAAAAAABlA/1L6BE6br0nE/s1600-h/2009-08-31+19.01.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376718593543910402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xEuFsNAI/AAAAAAAABlA/1L6BE6br0nE/s200/2009-08-31+19.01.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dorthey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see I'm a product of a bi-racial couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp30AA5RXKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/dOBsq7X88yo/s1600-h/2009-08-31+19.31.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376721811227630754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp30AA5RXKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/dOBsq7X88yo/s200/2009-08-31+19.31.43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my kids with their grandparents. They had a good time eating all they could even though we kept interrupting my dad's ice cream eating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xFPQCfWI/AAAAAAAABlI/1YpzUIbZnbc/s1600-h/2009-08-31+19.30.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376718602445684066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xFPQCfWI/AAAAAAAABlI/1YpzUIbZnbc/s200/2009-08-31+19.30.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope they have a pleasant and safe trip up there and that everyone has a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took this picture earlier today of Venus and Serena with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;. The dogs were taller than the kids when they stood on their hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xESq4BbI/AAAAAAAABk4/lPjtBHed00A/s1600-h/2009-08-31+17.51.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376718586183681458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xESq4BbI/AAAAAAAABk4/lPjtBHed00A/s200/2009-08-31+17.51.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My company has already hired a new physical therapist assistant so the area that I was covering has been decreased and THAT is a good thing. I won't have to drive so far to see a patient. I've been working and working and with school starting up I've been so tired and worn out because of the transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch up and get my groove soon enough so that things will start to fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will try to post as much as possible but if any of you know me...GROUP NAP will always prevail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I WILL get my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5980622363151798372?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5980622363151798372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5980622363151798372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5980622363151798372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5980622363151798372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/09/shipped-out.html' title='Shipped out...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sp3xEuFsNAI/AAAAAAAABlA/1L6BE6br0nE/s72-c/2009-08-31+19.01.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-5656457236930766661</id><published>2009-08-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:00:02.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;The vacation we took has come and gone. It was short. Like 4 days short. I feel like they flew right by after I blinked 4 times. We all had a great time. Especially the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is our "base camp" on the beach. I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go we have a base camp where Angel sets up the canopy and has everything laid out for us. He's lounging there already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc9TNZa7I/AAAAAAAABkw/Fr9otHOy9uA/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252015.01.38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373881726069730226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc9TNZa7I/AAAAAAAABkw/Fr9otHOy9uA/s200/2009-08-21%252015.01.38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dom is just being silly. He's getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc8zMRHuI/AAAAAAAABko/RvzLnWwzFwM/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252015.08.13%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373881717475057378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc8zMRHuI/AAAAAAAABko/RvzLnWwzFwM/s200/2009-08-21%252015.08.13%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tweeted that Angel is planning on bringing home our dinner (fish) so he was at it every chance he could get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc8Jeyk4I/AAAAAAAABkY/fBvjJUD51lU/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252016.28.38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373881706278458242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc8Jeyk4I/AAAAAAAABkY/fBvjJUD51lU/s200/2009-08-21%252016.28.38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be the one who made the most progress with catching fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc716MGlI/AAAAAAAABkQ/tCe4ZKJOWvc/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252016.52.12%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373881701024668242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc716MGlI/AAAAAAAABkQ/tCe4ZKJOWvc/s200/2009-08-21%252016.52.12%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there just wasn't enough fish to fill us up or even to go around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbqPJFARI/AAAAAAAABkI/MZonb420sJ8/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252016.54.26%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880299048730898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbqPJFARI/AAAAAAAABkI/MZonb420sJ8/s200/2009-08-21%252016.54.26%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a pic of our "cottage" from the outside. Notice Angel's poles leaning against it? He never goes anywhere without them. If only they produced more fish than what they cost, maybe we'd break even.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPaor-StxI/AAAAAAAABjg/kF2DIn6Y3nk/s1600-h/2009-08-23%252011.10.04%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373879172916754194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPaor-StxI/AAAAAAAABjg/kF2DIn6Y3nk/s200/2009-08-23%252011.10.04%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just because we're on vacation, it doesn't mean that the kids aren't going to continue to clean like they do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbpmZiM1I/AAAAAAAABkA/Tc1gPOHvpJs/s1600-h/2009-08-22%252013.16.11%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880288111899474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbpmZiM1I/AAAAAAAABkA/Tc1gPOHvpJs/s200/2009-08-22%252013.16.11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was a little upset because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; just isn't an expert on folding blankets. He ended up with the rounded edges part and she had the cornered edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbpNVH3aI/AAAAAAAABj4/RJMjjE8dF0U/s1600-h/2009-08-22%252013.16.46%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880281382509986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPbpNVH3aI/AAAAAAAABj4/RJMjjE8dF0U/s200/2009-08-22%252013.16.46%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She quickly saw that he didn't know what he was doing and made him switch sides with her. She's always been a pro when it came to folding blankets, towels and making up her bed. Even when she was very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPborwiCqI/AAAAAAAABjw/wc9HImOVaTw/s1600-h/2009-08-22%252013.17.28%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880272370666146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPborwiCqI/AAAAAAAABjw/wc9HImOVaTw/s200/2009-08-22%252013.17.28%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why the boys never grasped the concept of a nice made-up bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and I totally get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPboXPYMXI/AAAAAAAABjo/k2dYfRMWcQs/s1600-h/2009-08-22%252013.18.06%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880266862899570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPboXPYMXI/AAAAAAAABjo/k2dYfRMWcQs/s200/2009-08-22%252013.18.06%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, If you know me at all.....you know we won't make it far without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Snow cone&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Raspa&lt;/span&gt; stands along the way. Naturally, we had to pay $3 dollars each for a medium here in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vacation land&lt;/span&gt;" but back home...$3 buys you a JUMBO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're getting ours back home from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPaoEn1EuI/AAAAAAAABjY/6cMiLNqe6lk/s1600-h/2009-08-22%252017.20.56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373879162353554146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPaoEn1EuI/AAAAAAAABjY/6cMiLNqe6lk/s200/2009-08-22%252017.20.56%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are in need of an emergency (and I mean the #1 or #2 kind) you can always come into the beach outhouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPan0Q3sJI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZMosvNoj6kg/s1600-h/2009-08-23%252009.20.24%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373879157962289298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPan0Q3sJI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZMosvNoj6kg/s200/2009-08-23%252009.20.24%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was fishing on the pier with the kids on the last day we were there. As I was driving home ahead of him I get a text from him telling me he lost his wallet. (GO FIGURE!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess where it was? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup...at the Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPanb6yIwI/AAAAAAAABjI/bPL4e1il9-I/s1600-h/2009-08-23%252009.12.38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373879151427199746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPanb6yIwI/AAAAAAAABjI/bPL4e1il9-I/s200/2009-08-23%252009.12.38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay on vacation FOREVER*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPam-oqMiI/AAAAAAAABjA/905OegT2vOk/s1600-h/2009-08-21%252017.49.06%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373879143566553634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPam-oqMiI/AAAAAAAABjA/905OegT2vOk/s200/2009-08-21%252017.49.06%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when our next vacation will be but I'm already looking forward to it. For now, it's back to the grind of everyday life (and getting the kids settled in school..ugh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Of course, that would mean I would need to have a little hut built NEAR the beach  because I can't afford to pay each night where we stayed and continue to feed the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-5656457236930766661?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/5656457236930766661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=5656457236930766661&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5656457236930766661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/5656457236930766661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-over.html' title='Vacation Over...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SpPc9TNZa7I/AAAAAAAABkw/Fr9otHOy9uA/s72-c/2009-08-21%252015.01.38%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2147633194650629927</id><published>2009-08-20T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:40:30.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chupa'/><title type='text'>Heading out...</title><content type='html'>Today is the day we are heading out to our "camping" location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "camping" like that because our plans have been modified a little bit. For instance, We won't actually be "camping" like real campers do even though that was the original plan. You know, sleep in a tent...on the ground...with NO A/C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen "come across" some sites online and found some rooms for us to stay in the whole time we are there.&lt;br /&gt;HEY..I want to be happy. You guys want me to be happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;OKAY...that means a nice soft, comfy bed and clean running water to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we got.&lt;br /&gt;It's right off of the beach just the way Angel likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt;...you know that since we are going on "vacation" I was going to need some new luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I didn't really need any new luggage but as I was shopping yesterday with the kids and my cousin &lt;a href="http://ladiebelladonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some things for the kids I saw these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bYDa_ltI/AAAAAAAABig/kQ5xwxy9FQo/s1600-h/2009-08-19%252017.29.27%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371980030572205778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bYDa_ltI/AAAAAAAABig/kQ5xwxy9FQo/s200/2009-08-19%252017.29.27%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen them several times before but could never bring myself to buy them because each one was around 34.99.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheap. I can't do that. So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they had them lined up just like that and I saw this little orange sticker on them.&lt;br /&gt;$20.00 for each of the larger ones, the smaller one was priced at $9.99 and the tote on top was $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Angel and told him about the suitcases and the prices. He asked if I wanted them and said I could get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt;, the kids and I all grabbed one and headed to the register before someone else could snatch them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we noticed a black set. *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to choose now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we looked closer, we noticed that the black set was missing one of the pieces. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; suggested that I alternate size and color and have the best of both worlds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GENIUS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bXuHQkpI/AAAAAAAABiY/QpA-ryqUaZA/s1600-h/2009-08-19%252023.10.19%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371980024852288146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bXuHQkpI/AAAAAAAABiY/QpA-ryqUaZA/s200/2009-08-19%252023.10.19%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make everything blissfully better, when the cashier rang up the luggage, the prices weren't even the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest piece rang up at $7.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next size down was $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next down was $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small black one was $9.99 and the tote was $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went from almost paying $73.00 to actually paying $40.49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOOOVE&lt;/span&gt; IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That was the good, happy part of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the gruesome part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chupa&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how adorable he is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bY6fYfAI/AAAAAAAABiw/cdjnprFkiIE/s1600-h/2009-08-14%252020.02.56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371980045354564610" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bY6fYfAI/AAAAAAAABiw/cdjnprFkiIE/s200/2009-08-14%252020.02.56%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he plays with the cat. Since the cat has recently been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de-clawed&lt;/span&gt;, he's pretty much harmless and can't scratch but he can still bite and pounce like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nobodies&lt;/span&gt; business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, Tattoo is a mean bitch slapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bYcQ4gHI/AAAAAAAABio/Sg9Juc5jLtI/s1600-h/2009-08-16%252008.26.14%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371980037240684658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bYcQ4gHI/AAAAAAAABio/Sg9Juc5jLtI/s200/2009-08-16%252008.26.14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, Tattoo is not the focus here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've encountered the same problem with Chupa that I've had with the other dogs and it's really tripping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little puppy and would like to have him play with me on the bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BUUUUUT&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS THE SAME PROBLEM THAT &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-it-just-keeps-getting-better.html"&gt;VENUS&lt;/a&gt; HAD. (&lt;----Trust me, you want to read that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be loving on the puppy and playing with it and *snap* in an instant,  I'm fixated on watching his butt to make sure nothing slithers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS, I know, but still. Anytime I imagine (or see) those damn things this is the image I get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0iUJUvVfI/AAAAAAAABi4/WB265IsvebQ/s1600-h/worm_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371987660018505202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0iUJUvVfI/AAAAAAAABi4/WB265IsvebQ/s200/worm_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah, Okay, so it may not actually be &lt;em&gt;THAT &lt;/em&gt;bad but still. Have any of you seen a worm's face up close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the ones that come out of your pet's butts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, take my word for it. THAT'S WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know they are only the size of a grain of rice but as I've said before..Menacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one you guys. I'll be thinking of you as I sit on the beach sipping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cheladas&lt;/span&gt; (and any other alcoholic beverage I can get my hands on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes I know that the act of sipping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cheladas&lt;/span&gt; doesn't necessarily need a beach and that I'm usually sipping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cheladas&lt;/span&gt; anyway but, today, the beach offers a change of scenery. You know...not like my bedroom, living room or shower. &lt;---what can I say. I get thirsty at random times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://domsplac3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dom &lt;/a&gt;will be writing in his Blog again once school starts. Hopefully the curriculum isn't to strenuous on him and he will have time. Not like his lazy Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2147633194650629927?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2147633194650629927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2147633194650629927&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2147633194650629927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2147633194650629927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/heading-out.html' title='Heading out...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/So0bYDa_ltI/AAAAAAAABig/kQ5xwxy9FQo/s72-c/2009-08-19%252017.29.27%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2294813949443216177</id><published>2009-08-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:51:11.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chupa'/><title type='text'>The Countdown Has Begun...</title><content type='html'>Three days before my "vacation" date starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all know I'm taking a few days off of work for "vacation". I've been working for a year straight with this company without taking any time off. (The two days off to heal my ankle doesn't count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking for a room to stay in for next weekend because I'm not sure if I can "rough" it for 4 days/nights in a tent. I've tried it before and I always run away pulling my hair out and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile since I posted. Blame it on the fact that I'm getting old and tired. I've been working like crazy and passing out BEFORE Angel does. And to think, I used to get after him for not hanging with me. Not once has he gotten after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a TON of updated info to fill you in on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FIRST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sheangel1019"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; you know about what I had to do to Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;The dang cat kept scratching us and clawing at us. He even scratched me down the side of my face leaving me looking like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scarface&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had to do something about it once and for all before he scratched all of our eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the vet to have him neutered and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de-clawed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know it sounds so inhumane but it had to be done. He was drawing blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is after the visit. I thought he was dead. He was laying there sedated with his eyes open. It was creepy. They cut out his "berries" and the stench that was coming from there was almost unbearable. Almost skunk-like. He slept in my room in the basket (since I'm the light sleeper) so that I could take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzrvxNLZI/AAAAAAAABh4/64hiGnNrIwE/s1600-h/2009-08-05%252017.13.52%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370388276057025938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzrvxNLZI/AAAAAAAABh4/64hiGnNrIwE/s200/2009-08-05%252017.13.52%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, he is coming out of the anesthesia. He's cross-eyed because he's trying to focus. Poor kitty. He couldn't walk right for a few days and now he eats laying down. He kept jumping out of the basket and trying to run but he kept falling over because of the pain in his paws. You can see where one of the bandages came off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzrBzB0XI/AAAAAAAABhw/CnTFLSGVuzk/s1600-h/2009-08-06%252007.23.49%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370388263716639090" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzrBzB0XI/AAAAAAAABhw/CnTFLSGVuzk/s200/2009-08-06%252007.23.49%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing fine now. Just not as "Alpha Male" as he used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SECOND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new addition to the family. His name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CHUPA&lt;/span&gt;. (Angel named him). Leave it to Angel to come up with the names. How do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; got her stripper name (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; Divine). I'm not asking questions about how he came up with that, I just went along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywhooo&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; is giving the puppies a bath. There are 2 because one of them is a gift for my Dad (the white one). The puppies are Dachshunds mixed with something else. I don't know and it really doesn't matter. All our lives we've had mutts for animals and we loved them just the same. This dog is going to be an inside dog. (Good thing I have kids to clean up puppy messes, whew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sodz95UKJUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/-vRWZblw0a8/s1600-h/2009-08-14%252021.12.48%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370388587857192258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sodz95UKJUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/-vRWZblw0a8/s200/2009-08-14%252021.12.48%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here they are after their baths and after Angel left for work. They sleep with me because I like to spoil the animals. The good thing is that Angel doesn't mind. Whatever makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzqlE-nEI/AAAAAAAABho/VrtA7k1BrzU/s1600-h/2009-08-15%252007.42.02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370388256007298114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzqlE-nEI/AAAAAAAABho/VrtA7k1BrzU/s200/2009-08-15%252007.42.02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A little family picture before I take the white puppy to my Dad once and for all. There is one more brother puppy left and Angel was thinking about getting it and we keep it and have 2 puppies. Just waiting on the word and he's ours. Angel may not admit it but he's just as much an animal lover as I am. He's just not as emotional, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzsGshzII/AAAAAAAABiI/yiSY-dzsvZ0/s1600-h/2009-08-14%252020.50.41%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370388282211421314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzsGshzII/AAAAAAAABiI/yiSY-dzsvZ0/s200/2009-08-14%252020.50.41%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THIRD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school Dom was attending at the end of school was a charter school. If you have been following and keeping up with this blog then you know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; I was having about trying to get him into a Medical Technology High School. He was still lacking some course work from the previous school and he wasn't classified as an 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader to be eligible for the Med school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MEDTECH&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I called the previous school to see what we can do about him catching up on that course work so that he can go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MEDTECH&lt;/span&gt;. The receptionist told me that I needed to come into the office to sign some withdrawal papers because since I had Dom enrolled at both school (as a precaution) that they already faxed over the withdrawal info to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MEDTECH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "REALLY?"&lt;br /&gt;"What about the work?"&lt;br /&gt;They were like, "Oh, yeah..we forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they gave me the packets to bring home to Dom and he JUST finished them and will be testing on them next week before our vacation and then he will be starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MEDTECH&lt;/span&gt; on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm going to be riding him throughout the whole school year. Be prepared to have plenty of post about my frustration during the school year. It's not something new. I'm just glad I only have 1 child that I have to deal with the school issues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; are pretty much saints in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sodzr26eJnI/AAAAAAAABiA/vbUunhioVbI/s1600-h/2009-08-15%252007.42.02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To read the other posts about this situation go &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-and-bees-wireless-internet.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisionsdecisions.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LASTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reasons I haven't been sleeping well is because Angel gets up at 4 am (or rather, his alarm goes off at 4 am and I have to wake him up to tell him about his alarm going off) to get ready for work and then I am awake for the rest of the day. Sucks, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DIDN'T help is that a few nights ago, a neighbor told Angel that there was a man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;crouching&lt;/span&gt; by our fence in the back yard petting our mean and vicious doberman dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink* *blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I was a little freaked out because I can't have people making nice with our killer dogs. It's really dark in the back and we can't see anything. I kept getting up in the middle of the night to check if anyone is out there so my paranoia got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel went and bought some flood lights and we positioned them to light up the whole yard. I don't care if it looks like a baseball field at night out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO INTRUDERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know we have a vicious attack cat inside. Beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know this post is lame but it's just an update. Maybe after my vacation my mind will be working right and I won't be walking around like a zombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2294813949443216177?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2294813949443216177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2294813949443216177&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2294813949443216177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2294813949443216177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/countdown-has-begun_15.html' title='The Countdown Has Begun...'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SodzrvxNLZI/AAAAAAAABh4/64hiGnNrIwE/s72-c/2009-08-05%252017.13.52%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-103672874004090150</id><published>2009-08-12T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:43:35.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My motivation to blog has been low. I've been working and knocking out again. I will get to each and everyone of your posts A.S.A.P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SoKnfCC5ExI/AAAAAAAABhg/yVxwlli4Qa4/s1600-h/camping_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369037857345835794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SoKnfCC5ExI/AAAAAAAABhg/yVxwlli4Qa4/s200/camping_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some vacation days saved up and I was planning on using them to either GO to NY and visit my Bro and &lt;a href="http://queengemini1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Christmas time or use them when they CAME to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like either is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...Angel mentioned that he was taking 2 days off of work next week so that he can go to Corpus for his doctor visits. He asked if I could take a couple of days off so that the kids and I could go with him and we could stay up there for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he wants to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP. Fish and camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually thinks it will be "different" this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still going to the BEACH. We are still going to set up CAMP. The only thing that may be different is that we won't actually be setting up the tent ON the sandy beach. We're going to set up in the background on a campsite with grass.&lt;br /&gt;So that means, I won't be sleeping on sand, I will be sleeping on the ground. Okay, so knowing me it will actually be an inflatable mattress BUT still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is super excited as always.&lt;br /&gt;He's running plans in his head about what we are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is how fucking HOT it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bitching and go enjoy your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took the kids and myself to the dentist. My company received dental insurance so I jumped on that train. Found a dentist here and set up an appointment (which happened to be for the next day). I got us all there and they took X-rays of all of us. None of the kids have cavities (AWESOME). That's something to be a proud Momma about. I can't stand to have my kids talking and smiling and I see stuff on their teeth. All conversation is halted immediately and the kids are ushered to the restroom to take care of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 yrs straight and no cavities for either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the math isn't exact seeing as how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; is 8 and Dom is 14 but still...NO CAVITIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RASPAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-103672874004090150?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/103672874004090150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=103672874004090150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/103672874004090150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/103672874004090150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SoKnfCC5ExI/AAAAAAAABhg/yVxwlli4Qa4/s72-c/camping_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-8114516577889130834</id><published>2009-08-05T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:00:07.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My SIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raspas'/><title type='text'>HEY LISA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://queengemini1.blogspot.com/"&gt;LISA&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I FOUND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWOofJIj9I/AAAAAAAABhY/JHVTvw2c2NI/s1600-h/snow+cone+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365351357287534546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWOofJIj9I/AAAAAAAABhY/JHVTvw2c2NI/s200/snow+cone+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a great idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how much you love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raspas&lt;/span&gt;. I love them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you guys move down to Texas we can buy it and start our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raspa&lt;/span&gt; business. We may have to take turns working it since it's so small but I promise you I won't eat all of the supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I know you can't actually make that same promise but we'll work on it as time goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will make a killing in the summer time because everyone loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raspas&lt;/span&gt;. We can go to Sam's Club and get the supplies. All we really need is cups, spoons, straws and the flavored syrups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water for ice and it already comes with the ice machine and it has an A/C unit to keep us cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be in Raspa heaven....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we don't use it for a business.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raspas&lt;/span&gt; FOR US!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YESSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-8114516577889130834?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/8114516577889130834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=8114516577889130834&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8114516577889130834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/8114516577889130834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-lisa.html' title='HEY LISA!!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWOofJIj9I/AAAAAAAABhY/JHVTvw2c2NI/s72-c/snow+cone+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-2183107843246944394</id><published>2009-08-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:53:42.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he loves me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><title type='text'>Typical Text between Angel and I.</title><content type='html'>I bet you are wondering who's bright idea it was to start doing some yard work right when the devil wants to set the earth on fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who the dipshit is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me set you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is wanting to go to the Island (again) but this time just He and I. We can leave the kids with my parents (along with my vehicle) and do some pier fishing on Friday night and some wade fishing on the beach on Saturday. He wants to stay for 2 nights. The rooms are very expensive (around 169 a night) and I'm not trying to pay that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the other issue that he "promised" we could do this weekend. And that was to section off a part of my yard for the dogs to mainly stay in so that we could have a social part of the yard with some grass. That sounds like home improvment that would benefit because weather stays pretty good here in the fall and we can take advantage of our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the texts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Before we do anthing what would you like to do this weekend if I don't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Let's go shoot pool let's go to fast eddies me u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; No, not into that anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Good, just making sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Well if I don't work Sat. I want to leave Friday to the island for two nights to unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Or do you want me to do the fence this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Let's do the fence so we can enjoy the rest of summer in some of our yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I will help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Ok or we can measure it and get an estamit from fence people so we can buy a small gate door or ben might have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; And we can start on the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; It would have been perfect for me to go to P.I. to see if those rooms were there then come get u but i know we got work to do just imageing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; If you want to go then we can go. make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; You need to make up my mind please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, just decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Don't want to make the wrong decision u help now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, u decide. Who is going to help get school supplies and when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; I will get them Sunday at walmart promise and cook. Now decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I want to get them when they are cheapest. Did you go to quest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; That tells me nuthang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Are you still over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; My brother is coming at xmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Yes just got here. decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Got where? Quest? Don't be bossing me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, decide I am the boss of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Then we can stay and do yard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Oooooookayyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; See, why you make me decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Going to cash my check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Can I over rule u with my powert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Um...powert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; Power what if that was the wrong answer to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You made me decide. I used MY powert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; For real I was just testing your judgement and I think ur not on the same page thought you were my soul mate. Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I am your soulmate, that's why my sensible judgement comes in and decides when needed. See, I look after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; I think that's not right my soul mate would've pick the fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; And sorry if I don't agree with ur poor judgement and feeble thinking process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Did you price a room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel:&lt;/span&gt; I was going to drive over there to find that place but we can still go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....scene....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....YUP, It was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say. These texts were between Angel and I this weekend and we NEVER went to the beach. We also never really got to work in the yard. We are "watering" the yard in order to moisten the soil because the metal rake we bought was sucking at pulling powdered dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be planting grass for sure this Sept!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-2183107843246944394?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/2183107843246944394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=2183107843246944394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2183107843246944394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/2183107843246944394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/typical-text-between-angel-and-i.html' title='Typical Text between Angel and I.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-3228949378759270413</id><published>2009-08-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:48:46.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard work?'/><title type='text'>I need some GRASS! Who has some?</title><content type='html'>Uh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that kind of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, you people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yard has been looking like CRAP. I hate doing yard work. I like to leave the yard work to the guys. My dad did make us cut the grass when we were younger but now that I'm a parent/spouse, I like to leave it to the men in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this heat has been killer. It's been in the 100s for weeks straight. Nothing is growing around here. Good thing these orange groves have good irrigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yard is dreadful. The dogs have trampled it to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and I decided to isolate a part of the yard (which means install a fence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ughhh&lt;/span&gt;) so that we can actually try to grow some grass and have a decent place to sit outside. One of the main reasons for isolation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOG SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom's job is to pick up the poop everyday (since he doesn't do anything all day) and make sure the yard looks presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like trying to avoid land mines out there. I guess one of the pros about this heat (and believe me, there aren't many) is that when the shit is on the ground, the sun automatically dries it up and turns it into that white powdery looking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it'll just blow right off the bottom of my shoe with a gust of wind instead of sticking on it in a mushy, stinky....well, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is yard work day. We went to Home Depot yesterday and got a new water hose, 2 sprinklers, some grass seeds, fertilizer (we don't even know if it's the right type) a seed spreader, a metal rake and Reese"s Peanut Butter Cups &lt;----his. We're going to see if we can grow some grass. &lt;p&gt;This is what the yard looks like now (remember, this is only PART of the yard, one side of the house).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWMVuOQ7oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/QVHNnO_opAo/s1600-h/yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365348835894816386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWMVuOQ7oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/QVHNnO_opAo/s200/yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWMVW7AOXI/AAAAAAAABhI/9a0arsqZSR4/s1600-h/yard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365348829640014194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWMVW7AOXI/AAAAAAAABhI/9a0arsqZSR4/s200/yard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-3228949378759270413?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/3228949378759270413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=3228949378759270413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3228949378759270413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/3228949378759270413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-some-grass-who-has-some.html' title='I need some GRASS! Who has some?'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnWMVuOQ7oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/QVHNnO_opAo/s72-c/yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6693740462658234593</id><published>2009-07-30T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:30:06.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>At the beach (And a little HNT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you wondering about the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNT comes from one of my favorite bloggers. &lt;a href="http://feelingstoopid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Honkeie2.&lt;/a&gt; He's a little odd but he's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;HNT stands for Half Naked Thursday because on Thursday he posts a pic with some part of him.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....no, not THAT part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pervs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read his &lt;a href="http://feelingstoopid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Since I'm rarely in the pics, I figured I will do one post that will update everything all at once.&lt;br /&gt;This one gives an update on my dieting results via before and after posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's get the diet one out of the way, huh?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recap: Beginning weight....185.0 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;current weight...160(ish) lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-was-everyones-holiday-i-know-lots.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; (BEFORE) is a post a while back of me at the beach with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are the pics from this weekend at the beach with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;We took the dogs too because I don't know what I was thinking. I was feeling guilty that I don't do enough with the dogs and wanted to take them to the beach and walk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids.....well, we always walk them at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel and I (mostly Angel) were loading up the Land Rover with our stuff so that we could take the kids (and the dogs) to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Venus and Serena with Dom and Devyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q6f0SubI/AAAAAAAABgY/JzmhT1DF97o/s1600-h/2009-07-26+10.57.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363665015869192626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q6f0SubI/AAAAAAAABgY/JzmhT1DF97o/s200/2009-07-26+10.57.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dogs were "fitted" into the back of the truck and they would growl at each other because they were leaning on or touching each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q6MfUKdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/B80b4EoKBoM/s1600-h/2009-07-26+11.34.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363665010680932818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q6MfUKdI/AAAAAAAABgQ/B80b4EoKBoM/s200/2009-07-26+11.34.47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my Dad and Mom's house because I told Angel that their dog "Rex" would like to go to the beach too. I know he thinks I'm a little off the deep end but whatev.... this is Rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5-8lJWI/AAAAAAAABgI/jqJfOEF4qDU/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363665007045584226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5-8lJWI/AAAAAAAABgI/jqJfOEF4qDU/s200/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kid can resist sand and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5QDk9hI/AAAAAAAABgA/5cuS3VuywMw/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363664994458465810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5QDk9hI/AAAAAAAABgA/5cuS3VuywMw/s200/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Serena. Angel had bought some bones for the dogs to gnaw on while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;(Honkeie2...here's your HNT....enjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5N1dV_I/AAAAAAAABf4/XM1wfNyB-PY/s1600-h/2009-07-26+15.49.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363664993862375410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q5N1dV_I/AAAAAAAABf4/XM1wfNyB-PY/s200/2009-07-26+15.49.44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I'm sitting with Serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOwB2OvhI/AAAAAAAABg4/r4N_S7e1e_s/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364225586955730450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOwB2OvhI/AAAAAAAABg4/r4N_S7e1e_s/s200/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom decided to take the chips and dip and sit by the water and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOv3ZNBVI/AAAAAAAABgw/6bHCAkU5Ujk/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364225584149628242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOv3ZNBVI/AAAAAAAABgw/6bHCAkU5Ujk/s200/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's silly...and that's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOvmtlr1I/AAAAAAAABgo/N2mW7Kw4dWo/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364225579671727954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOvmtlr1I/AAAAAAAABgo/N2mW7Kw4dWo/s200/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOvcS7wPI/AAAAAAAABgg/BAryA7K7wCI/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364225576875573490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SnGOvcS7wPI/AAAAAAAABgg/BAryA7K7wCI/s200/DSC01135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah and I with Serena and Rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-LeQLLErI/AAAAAAAABfw/2SBUS6ZGnmA/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659033075716786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-LeQLLErI/AAAAAAAABfw/2SBUS6ZGnmA/s200/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was a lot of tar on the beach and it was a pain in the ass. The kids are here with a little puddle of beach water and tar foam. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-LeCltjmI/AAAAAAAABfo/Pw60VCmsJ_Q/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659029428932194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-LeCltjmI/AAAAAAAABfo/Pw60VCmsJ_Q/s200/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex was the only dog who was allowed to be loose because Venus and Serena will run away into the dunes &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-at-beach.html"&gt;JUST LIKE BEFORE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Ld8oyJ2I/AAAAAAAABfg/Wt9qQVE-spc/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659027831203682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Ld8oyJ2I/AAAAAAAABfg/Wt9qQVE-spc/s200/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids knock out on the way home and Venus finds a place to put her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm99npRSsVI/AAAAAAAABfY/ceVugAzEr6c/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363643801268302162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm99npRSsVI/AAAAAAAABfY/ceVugAzEr6c/s200/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Devyn was O-U-T! Then we stopped because Angel had to use the restroom. He woke up and denied ever being asleep. Just like his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm99nDHimpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/GzJtHEag_Dk/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363643791026854546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm99nDHimpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/GzJtHEag_Dk/s200/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we have some video of me trying to get Venus to come and play with me in the water. Every dog we've had have all been pussies!! They never want to play in the water like the dogs do on TV. Maybe it's the loud crashing waves that was scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, no dogs were hurt in the making of this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(So don't be trying to call PETA on me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbeiIotZOsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbeiIotZOsA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the "Blair Witch" type of filming. Dom was trying the best he could to keep it still between the waves and him cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Can you find the skull in the pictures?&lt;br /&gt;It's there...&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6693740462658234593?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6693740462658234593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6693740462658234593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6693740462658234593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6693740462658234593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-beach-and-little-hnt.html' title='At the beach (And a little HNT)'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Sm-Q6f0SubI/AAAAAAAABgY/JzmhT1DF97o/s72-c/2009-07-26+10.57.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6310242470558339106</id><published>2009-07-24T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:58:10.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Night'/><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmpXUZNVswI/AAAAAAAABeo/PIEbAdMxgQg/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362194314213831426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmpXUZNVswI/AAAAAAAABeo/PIEbAdMxgQg/s200/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now as you all know I like to have movie night with the kids as often as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to spend quality time with the kids. Maybe this is why they fight for my kisses all of the time. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the kids and I are waiting for Angel and Dom to get back from Corpus. They had to go for the day so that Angel could go see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rheumatologist&lt;/span&gt; and get his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for his RA. Dom went along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; and I are waiting patiently here at home for them to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Sure wish they'd hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry as hell and I don't want to have to start Movie Night without Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel will probably fall asleep before the movie starts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we watching you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are a family who like to play a little bit on the dark side and since we have a couple of offspring who are so into the "dark" type stuff that we (Angel and I) like, We are watching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="htthttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Js7wxoqeVK0p://"&gt;CORALINE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; loves these types of cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;namby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pamby&lt;/span&gt; Monsters Inc. or... (well, we DO love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt; movies) but still, like I said...a child of the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to buy her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qrB9I3DM80&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=10D4F85FF8B016B2&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;A Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-akimwGclk"&gt;The Corpse Bride&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my kids are coming out just fine considering the choice in cartoons they like.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, THEY ARE AWESOME KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her clothing of choice to wear to the B&amp;amp;G Club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmqeieU91sI/AAAAAAAABfI/nGI5I1RnpMw/s1600-h/miah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362272621431740098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmqeieU91sI/AAAAAAAABfI/nGI5I1RnpMw/s200/miah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another opportunity to wear skulls. Gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for anyone who is unfamiliar with my Movie Nights...&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/09/pickles-and-popcorn.html"&gt;Go Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-night-friday-and-rants.html"&gt;OH YEAH...GO HERE TOO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmqeiEu7CuI/AAAAAAAABfA/EGCkbnpiPTI/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362272614561286882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmqeiEu7CuI/AAAAAAAABfA/EGCkbnpiPTI/s200/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's on the menu this time you ask???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see, there's:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Cakey like Snacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. pickles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. popcorn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. A fruit bowl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Pay no attention to that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chelada&lt;/span&gt; hiding behind the pickle jar (I don't know what that is doing there, geez)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Strawberry pink lemonade (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; made)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Cotton Candy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Pizza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so......Angel and Dom just got home (apparently they went fishing and Angel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; left his phone here at home so I couldn't call and nag about being home in time for Movie Night) and now it is time to start the evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6310242470558339106?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6310242470558339106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6310242470558339106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6310242470558339106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6310242470558339106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmpXUZNVswI/AAAAAAAABeo/PIEbAdMxgQg/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-4212059382043143428</id><published>2009-07-19T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:01:19.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the dark side.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been holding on to my children for as long as I can while trying to keep them from crossing over to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say crossing over, I mean keeping them from doing the same things that Dom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Dom is a great kid. He's smart and funny. He just likes to stay in trouble a lot. You know, grounded for stuff. Dom is constantly grounded for one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post isn't about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are going to say &lt;a href="http://queengemini1.blogspot.com/"&gt;LISA&lt;/a&gt;..."Not Baby D!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES BABY D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday the kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;) call me from the Boys and Girls Club to pick them up...early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; called and I told her I would be there when I finish my patients and she says, "Oh yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; got suspended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go and pick them up. He hands me this paper that says he's suspended for 1 day. Apparently he was placed in time-out 3 times throughout the day for not listening, running on the bleachers after being told not to or misbehaving. This was on Wednesday. He can't go back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him that since he got himself suspended, he was grounded until the day he could go back to the B&amp;amp;G Club again (which was Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid out the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO crying about being grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in your room and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought so...at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept coming out of his room wanting water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept complaining that he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started whining about having no one to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at night when I was sleeping, I get freaked out to find him standing on my side of the bed just staring at me talking about how he can't sleep and can he sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH...NO...it's bed time, go to your bed little dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts crying and I have to threaten to get the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I had to take them to my mom's because he couldn't go to the B&amp;amp;G Club, he got to watch TV there and he didn't want to leave. I brought him home to finish out his punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, getting an 8 yr old to stay grounded is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, as I was asleep again, Dom barges into my room talking about, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; is standing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt; doorway yelling at us and telling us MOMMA SAID IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO TO BED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said no such thing. I was sleeping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was taking matters into his own hands because he was jealous that everyone else was still up and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he won't get suspended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmMjLiMh_eI/AAAAAAAABeg/vunl12Wl0xA/s1600-h/Grounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360166662565920226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmMjLiMh_eI/AAAAAAAABeg/vunl12Wl0xA/s200/Grounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Reminds me of when I thought &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2008/04/noooonot-my-miah.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt; was crossing over too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-4212059382043143428?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/4212059382043143428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=4212059382043143428&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4212059382043143428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/4212059382043143428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-dark-side.html' title='Welcome to the dark side.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SmMjLiMh_eI/AAAAAAAABeg/vunl12Wl0xA/s72-c/Grounded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6642102749734521568</id><published>2009-07-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:47:13.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><title type='text'>I'm living with a Wanted Man.</title><content type='html'>NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR REAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Angel was winning &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/05/rackin-up-dem-points.html"&gt;THIS GAME&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we just received a letter in the mail (addressed to Angel...not Me) from the Municipal Court.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I opened it and it was basically stating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Municipal Court is in the process of issuing a warrant for your arrest based on this citation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUSPENDED DRIVER LICENSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAN STOP SIGN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAILED TO SIGNAL LANE CHANGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAILURE TO APPEAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were fine amounts for all of it totalling $649.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspended Driver's license was $253.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn we had taken care of it a while back...right?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I go online to get this taken care of in that post linked above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out...it wasn't just a &lt;em&gt;warning&lt;/em&gt; Angel received, nope.... (Angel's eyes must have been still healing from &lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-done.html"&gt;THE SURGERY&lt;/a&gt; not to know the color of a ticket and the color of a warning) it was a real live ticket Angel got way back when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in true Angel style...it was disregarded and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;...since ANGEL LOST his ticket and didn't think to connect the fact that just because we paid for his license renewal...it didn't mean we paid for and took care of his ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, he's soon to be a WANTED man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've told him many times that we can't afford to be paying these tickets he keeps collecting.&lt;br /&gt;I may actually have to divert his attention and make him forget to go to the court house to take care of this. I should actually be setting up to collect some reward money in order to regain what we are going to be losing. That will be once I convince him to go &lt;em&gt;on the lamb&lt;/em&gt; for being a wanted man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Plan aborted.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel got out of work early today to go to the court house to take care of this.&lt;br /&gt;They dismissed the "Failure to Appear" charge which still left &lt;strike&gt;us&lt;/strike&gt; him owing $524.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to pull that...&lt;em&gt;It's "our" ticket..we're in this together&lt;/em&gt;...crap that I pull on him but he had to realized...I wasn't in the the vehicle with him at any time when he got those tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with this man?&lt;br /&gt;I need cop friends so that they can sympathize with me and let him go when he gets stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contemplated&lt;/span&gt; grounding him from driving but I'm not that cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when Dom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; old enough to drive, I'll have him drive his Daddy to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6642102749734521568?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6642102749734521568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6642102749734521568&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6642102749734521568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6642102749734521568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-living-wanted-man.html' title='I&apos;m living with a Wanted Man.'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7982708650536044335</id><published>2009-07-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:49:14.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><title type='text'>Date Day/Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Angel and I have the day to ourselves. My kids are at my parent's house for the weekend. They like to go over there because there is no chance that my mom will wake them up early to clean AND...they can stay up as late as they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel had to go to work this morning but he got rained out and came home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to take the trucks to get them cleaned and the oil changed and do all sorts of productive things...BUT I had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was set on a NAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just woke up a few hours ago but Angel came home and we went and ate lunch. You know what happens when I eat....I get sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, "I don't want to take a nap, I won't fall asleep, you're the grumpy one...you go take a nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT.....He didn't need to tell me twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I dove straight into the bed and Tattoo was already waiting for me, asleep, with his mouth open...snoring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkFpOVeSfI/AAAAAAAABeQ/B9RcY1BXRDw/s1600-h/IMAGE_436%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357319437514852850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkFpOVeSfI/AAAAAAAABeQ/B9RcY1BXRDw/s200/IMAGE_436%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, after my nap, I wake up and look for Angel (cause you know, he had so much to do today that he didn't have time for a nap...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkFo58C8mI/AAAAAAAABeI/BTWvo0y1dVk/s1600-h/IMAGE_437%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357319432039494242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkFo58C8mI/AAAAAAAABeI/BTWvo0y1dVk/s200/IMAGE_437%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling a little bit gypped cause I didn't get to have GROUP NAP like I wanted. Oh well, I still got my sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's HOT outside. I don't even want to go outside at all. It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;considerably&lt;/span&gt; cool in my house either considering I don't have Central A/C. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could have sworn someone was knocking on my window last night. I know it must have been the Devil asking to come in "just for a minute" cause it's so hot out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkGI8WL99I/AAAAAAAABeY/B_A9rjxKy38/s1600-h/hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357319982441822162" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkGI8WL99I/AAAAAAAABeY/B_A9rjxKy38/s200/hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight's date plans are simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are going to make Steak with mushroom, grilled onions and bell peppers and watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; 100 on Pay Per View. (I'm a sucker for grown men crawling around on the floor in tight ass shorts and each other's crotches in each other's faces trying to force the other to tap out). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will have plenty of Cheladas or perhaps...I may just down some of those Boone's Farm bottles that I bought during the 4th of July....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...hmmm...decisions, decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way, this looks like a promising night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Provided Angel doesn't fall asleep on it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7982708650536044335?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7982708650536044335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7982708650536044335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7982708650536044335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7982708650536044335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/date-daynight.html' title='Date Day/Night'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlkFpOVeSfI/AAAAAAAABeQ/B9RcY1BXRDw/s72-c/IMAGE_436%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-1217992677751804023</id><published>2009-07-07T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:40:53.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>4th of July (Lazy Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is a "Lazy Post". It mostly consists of pictures of our 4th of July. I'm exhausted. These pics are in no particular order (too much work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPhfWod6I/AAAAAAAABeA/kCL-1xfuw1k/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711818644354978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPhfWod6I/AAAAAAAABeA/kCL-1xfuw1k/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devyn and Angel on the way to the Island (I was driving Angel's green truck).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPg5xU9qI/AAAAAAAABd4/c8ckZRCSxdQ/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711808555775650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPg5xU9qI/AAAAAAAABd4/c8ckZRCSxdQ/s200/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah with her firewords by the Land Rover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPgqs2c5I/AAAAAAAABdw/f6JLK6LMx5w/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711804510466962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPgqs2c5I/AAAAAAAABdw/f6JLK6LMx5w/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPgVgFViI/AAAAAAAABdo/bBtcI1H7InI/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711798819771938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPgVgFViI/AAAAAAAABdo/bBtcI1H7InI/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a Diva. Miah and I slept in this little camper built for two. YES, that is an A/C unit on it. We had a couple of generators to use for the lights and A/C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't Hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNhKVsc6I/AAAAAAAABdg/oUPksyIeL-s/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709613980021666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNhKVsc6I/AAAAAAAABdg/oUPksyIeL-s/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Angel and Steve "attempting" to kayak in the rough water. Steve was determined to catch a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNg50SjdI/AAAAAAAABdY/t3inuVsAolU/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709609544945106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNg50SjdI/AAAAAAAABdY/t3inuVsAolU/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Johnny giving the boys a ride in the dune buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgmpYTjI/AAAAAAAABdQ/jjnHc0MSa-w/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709604398911026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgmpYTjI/AAAAAAAABdQ/jjnHc0MSa-w/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom slept outside on a lawn chair after the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgWAoZLI/AAAAAAAABdI/B4ufi41kYek/s1600-h/4th+of+july+(sprint)+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709599933031602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgWAoZLI/AAAAAAAABdI/B4ufi41kYek/s200/4th+of+july+(sprint)+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wood for the bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgJRFOcI/AAAAAAAABdA/XLGtalk_vpI/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709596512369090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNNgJRFOcI/AAAAAAAABdA/XLGtalk_vpI/s200/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and Johnny in the kitchen. Angel made bacon and egg tacos for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHlBL_jyI/AAAAAAAABc4/sbEVM6Kq9Qg/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703083173121826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHlBL_jyI/AAAAAAAABc4/sbEVM6Kq9Qg/s200/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Benny standing next to his setup. That is a trailor he has converted into a kitchen/bedroom/canopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkwH1LcI/AAAAAAAABcw/v33KKmmAjG4/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703078592261570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkwH1LcI/AAAAAAAABcw/v33KKmmAjG4/s200/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Uncle Robert. He passed out while we were all awake and fell victim to black nail polish on his fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkTgVCTI/AAAAAAAABco/oT7RSOtMpiI/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703070910384434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkTgVCTI/AAAAAAAABco/oT7RSOtMpiI/s200/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually made S'mores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkG_0QrI/AAAAAAAABcg/RtrK_tME3go/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703067552793266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHkG_0QrI/AAAAAAAABcg/RtrK_tME3go/s200/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHjqnmjzI/AAAAAAAABcY/ufDoB8tsOrU/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355703059935039282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNHjqnmjzI/AAAAAAAABcY/ufDoB8tsOrU/s200/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel making some "Q"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC8meCewI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jTpGXBQsnhU/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697990759774978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC8meCewI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jTpGXBQsnhU/s200/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sitting around the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC8BgG2SI/AAAAAAAABcI/Vb5Uzi_A_5k/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697980836337954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC8BgG2SI/AAAAAAAABcI/Vb5Uzi_A_5k/s200/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC7-zqYuI/AAAAAAAABcA/jvmzsR9n2Hs/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697980113052386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC7-zqYuI/AAAAAAAABcA/jvmzsR9n2Hs/s200/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC7fAAg2I/AAAAAAAABb4/47uMlr9OYfU/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697971574899554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC7fAAg2I/AAAAAAAABb4/47uMlr9OYfU/s200/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "kitchen" at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC67U7TGI/AAAAAAAABbw/PTub2A8vm4A/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697961998961762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNC67U7TGI/AAAAAAAABbw/PTub2A8vm4A/s200/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-1217992677751804023?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/1217992677751804023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=1217992677751804023&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1217992677751804023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/1217992677751804023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-lazy-post.html' title='4th of July (Lazy Post)'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SlNPhfWod6I/AAAAAAAABeA/kCL-1xfuw1k/s72-c/4th+of+july+(sprint)+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-7731501565705122037</id><published>2009-06-30T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:35:36.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Poor Kitty!</title><content type='html'>Recently, something has happened to &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kitty... Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Skpj7A6Y8mI/AAAAAAAABbo/m2P7qEUAmVo/s1600-h/IMAGE_394%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353200972591592034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Skpj7A6Y8mI/AAAAAAAABbo/m2P7qEUAmVo/s200/IMAGE_394%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had to take him to the vet (this is &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt; hunting down the vet for hours). I was freaking out because the cat's eye was watering and clear liquid was leaking from his nose. I looked it up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there were comments that pointed to "allergies". I let it go for now because we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; B-day party at Peter Piper Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will tell you a little story about that later in this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we came home and I checked on Tattoo and this is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkpfOrbC9xI/AAAAAAAABbY/cZYtfR0rAh0/s1600-h/IMAGE_396%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353195812862228242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkpfOrbC9xI/AAAAAAAABbY/cZYtfR0rAh0/s200/IMAGE_396%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He was lethargic. I could hardly get him to move. I would pick him up and get him to stand but he would just drop where ever he was. His nose just kept dripping blood. I told Angel I was taking him to the vet and that I needed him to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet looked at him and said he suffered some kind of massive head trauma. His brain was swelling and it was causing the fluid to be squeezed out of his nose, mouth and eyes. He gave him a couple of shots to help reduce the swelling and I guess help with any pain he was in. He said he has a 50/50 chance. I needed to take him home and make him comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-day.html"&gt;First the puppy &lt;/a&gt;and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday so I was happy to stay at home in my room with the cat.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing had so much blood coming out of his nose that it finally dried and crusted up inside so the cat had to sleep with his mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkpfORpghFI/AAAAAAAABbQ/XQKiDk9qPOE/s1600-h/IMAGE_402%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353195805943563346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkpfORpghFI/AAAAAAAABbQ/XQKiDk9qPOE/s200/IMAGE_402%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing better. This picture is what he looks like all day long for the next few days. I took him back to the vet yesterday and the vet says he is doing much better because now he is aware of his surroundings. Last time, he had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;concussion and was disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;He gave him another shot and sent us home. He said he will be like this and getting better for the next 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At least he's drinking water and this morning he ate a few bites of food. He won't eat because all he smells is blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doc says, he should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wonder what Bastard did this to my cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;CHANGING THE SUBJECT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party was pretty fun. His cousins got to spend the weekend with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; came and asked me for his birthday was a little pool. I went right out and got it for him. I had a hell of a time blowing that thing up because I didn't have a pump and I didn't know how to turn the shop-vac into a blower. I couldn't find the instruction manual so I had to look it up online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Skpj64Jc0_I/AAAAAAAABbg/yHreq77fpLw/s1600-h/IMAGE_391%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353200970238841842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Skpj64Jc0_I/AAAAAAAABbg/yHreq77fpLw/s200/IMAGE_391%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt; the party pack for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; party which consisted of everything we needed ...even tokens. The kids got there, ate played I handed out tokens left and right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; opened his presents and he got $20 in birthday money. He held out his wallet for me to put the money in and I did. I was so glad my son liked to walk around with money in his wallet in his pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still had half a cup of tokens left so any kid that was around got more tokens. I handed like 5 of them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; and he said, "Um, no thank you, I already have some." And with that, he patted this BIG wad of tokens in his front pocket so that it made this jingling noise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was like a big kid when I saw that! I was like, "WOW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Where'd&lt;/span&gt; you get that from?" My mouth and eyes were wide open and I was in awe. I thought someone had given him more tokens. Then he said, "My money."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's when my eyes drooped and my jaw dropped. I was like, "WHAT? YOU USED ALL OF YOUR 20 BUCK ON &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOKENS?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Angel to tell him that and Angel said he saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; at a corner table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;divvying&lt;/span&gt; up a huge pile of tokens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; his friends. He just didn't know it was from his birthday money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much we could do about it after that. I came home and Angel stayed with the kids so that they could all play the games. Angel was having a ball on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday token money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-7731501565705122037?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/7731501565705122037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=7731501565705122037&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7731501565705122037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/7731501565705122037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-kitty.html' title='Poor Kitty!'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/Skpj7A6Y8mI/AAAAAAAABbo/m2P7qEUAmVo/s72-c/IMAGE_394%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-6966556483987838136</id><published>2009-06-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:00:27.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><title type='text'>Another Devyn Post</title><content type='html'>In honor of Devyn's birthday, I thought I'd tell you one of my favorite Devyn stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know Devyn, you know he talks with a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/lisp"&gt;LISP&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I used to have a lisp when we were children but we took a few lessons in our younger years and it was corrected......at least, &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still attending college at the time and I had summer SPEECH classes. Devyn and Miah were curious about what my class was about. I tried to explain it to them as best as I could and it must have come off sounding like you needed help speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the time I was into making homemade sushi for the family and myself. The kids love it. They were always asking me to make it for them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day, Miah came to me asking me if I was going to make some....SHUSHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to correct her and tell her that it's pronounced...SU-shi. She tried and tried a few times but it still came out SHU-shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when Devyn came around the corner laughing at her and telling her, "THUTHI  Miah?!&lt;br /&gt;It'th not called thuthi! ....IT'S STHUUUSTHIIII!   You can't even thay it right! You need Thpeech!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all busted out laughing at how Devyn was the one to dictate who needed speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234353465047831713-6966556483987838136?l=sheangel1019.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/feeds/6966556483987838136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3234353465047831713&amp;postID=6966556483987838136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6966556483987838136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234353465047831713/posts/default/6966556483987838136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheangel1019.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-devyn-post.html' title='Another Devyn Post'/><author><name>~Sheila~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14141660556692992334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SWYdcsejEvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/NnQlM-8J86E/S220/0_IMAGE_347%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234353465047831713.post-9216237414813165286</id><published>2009-06-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:22:47.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>DEVYN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TODAY IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DEVYN'S&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy had just turned 8!&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do? My kids are all growing up!!&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to swaddle, NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys all know what happens on Birthdays!!&lt;br /&gt;Please, please....contain your excitement!&lt;br /&gt;I have it all set up for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start....shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find any tiny baby pictures (and believe me, I looked) so I got the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby in a costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was a DUCK for his first Halloween. We figured it was easier to throw a costume on him and just push him in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you, he was the coolest and quietest duck I'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtI82_dQI/AAAAAAAABaI/73DFK8EwLl4/s1600-h/IMAGE_381%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100045301085442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtI82_dQI/AAAAAAAABaI/73DFK8EwLl4/s200/IMAGE_381%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtIr1RLqI/AAAAAAAABaA/6D1IbLQ-XRA/s1600-h/IMAGE_378%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100040730455714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtIr1RLqI/AAAAAAAABaA/6D1IbLQ-XRA/s200/IMAGE_378%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took him to the park after he turned 1 yr.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can see, he IS a lot lighter in skin color than the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;I was often mistaken as "the nanny" when I would take them with me places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt_Bgz9AI/AAAAAAAABag/DP3txZOXzL8/s1600-h/IMAGE_385%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100974263170050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt_Bgz9AI/AAAAAAAABag/DP3txZOXzL8/s200/IMAGE_385%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like true babies do...they stick everything in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;This was also the age where he would take off his pamper in the middle of the night sending his little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caca&lt;/span&gt; balls bouncing to the floor. Me, being the light sleeper would hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; tabs being pulled off and would dash out of bed to catch him before it was too late....but I was always too late. By the time I'd get there, he's already bouncing in his crib naked and smiling while I tried to avoid the landmines he has just planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt-mNo4mI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Mjvl2dX2YjE/s1600-h/IMAGE_380%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100966934995554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt-mNo4mI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Mjvl2dX2YjE/s200/IMAGE_380%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He has so much hair. It was beautiful and curly and light brown. He was the only one in the family who had that hair color. All of us have jet black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMCu8QEI/AAAAAAAABZA/I4feM3Sw2VE/s1600-h/devyn+with+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097899394285634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMCu8QEI/AAAAAAAABZA/I4feM3Sw2VE/s200/devyn+with+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father in law would tease &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; and tell him he looked like &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/09/21/LOVETT_narrowweb__300x383,0.jpg"&gt;Lyle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This was after his first hair cut. He still had that curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt-_B1kcI/AAAAAAAABaY/YS4e7T1o4gI/s1600-h/IMAGE_384%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100973596381634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLt-_B1kcI/AAAAAAAABaY/YS4e7T1o4gI/s200/IMAGE_384%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtIUSmXyI/AAAAAAAABZ4/q4BkHRkS_74/s1600-h/IMAGE_377%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100034411028258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLtIUSmXyI/AAAAAAAABZ4/q4BkHRkS_74/s200/IMAGE_377%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile would light up my day. His cheeks were so puffy and he was always a sweetheart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq1WFzMPI/AAAAAAAABY4/YU7ulkWBlcQ/s1600-h/devyn+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097509453443314" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq1WFzMPI/AAAAAAAABY4/YU7ulkWBlcQ/s200/devyn+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He still looks at me like this everyday before he gives me a hug or a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq1NtZzbI/AAAAAAAABYw/E1oujw_fnh0/s1600-h/devyn+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097507203632562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq1NtZzbI/AAAAAAAABYw/E1oujw_fnh0/s200/devyn+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq0jWSb1I/AAAAAAAABYg/i6TM_7Y6NN0/s1600-h/baby+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097495832391506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq0jWSb1I/AAAAAAAABYg/i6TM_7Y6NN0/s200/baby+d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This picture was taken at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;head start&lt;/span&gt;. He loved it so much and he was very smart. I'm lucky to have kids who NEVER fight to stay home from school. As soon as I wake them up, they are ready to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; usually has to be dragged out of the bed but once he's up, he's no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq0pE04uI/AAAAAAAABYY/9DVhcapC6HQ/s1600-h/momanddev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097497369764578" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq0pE04uI/AAAAAAAABYY/9DVhcapC6HQ/s200/momanddev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was 6 yrs old in this picture. He looks so much older in this view. Thank goodness his skin color caught up with the rest of us so people could stop staring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq07xDLCI/AAAAAAAABYo/B7dO6yW212E/s1600-h/DEVYN1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097502387088418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLq07xDLCI/AAAAAAAABYo/B7dO6yW212E/s200/DEVYN1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was around the time that he HATED having any kind of long hair. He always wanted a haircut. So we played around with his hair before we cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMnfENtI/AAAAAAAABZg/unqQG4erHLU/s1600-h/IMAGE_296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097909259810514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMnfENtI/AAAAAAAABZg/unqQG4erHLU/s200/IMAGE_296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMhwpe0I/AAAAAAAABZY/qyWQXpWeaZs/s1600-h/IMAGE_295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097907722943298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMhwpe0I/AAAAAAAABZY/qyWQXpWeaZs/s200/IMAGE_295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he's with the neighbor kid (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Devyn's&lt;/span&gt; the one in the blue hat with his eyes closed throwing the "peace" sign) I don't know when he started doing that but I DO know that this is the first one that I actually captured. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt; was on a spree of "peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMUboJBI/AAAAAAAABZQ/39ub33tZ54s/s1600-h/D-Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351097904145114130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkLrMUboJBI/AAAAAAAABZQ/39ub33tZ54s/s200/D-Money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkNew4SOozI/AAAAAAAABaw/ffC20lmdi6E/s1600-h/IMAGE_359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351224976081855282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zzm9BMEXJgc/SkNew4SOozI/AAAAAAAABaw/ffC20lm
