<?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-2075084640048233169</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:44:41.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making sandwhiches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6211843147857267220</id><published>2009-10-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:26:38.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant</title><content type='html'>I cant believe how close we got to amazing huge animal. I know you can ride them and whatnot but we got to just hang out and watch her get a bath and she was so close to us we could have reached out and touched her. It is amazing how much they can learn. They told her to pick up certain legs and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;did exactly&lt;/span&gt; what they said. They said for her to open her mouth, she did it. They told her to lay down and down she went. I can't get my dog to do that. Amazing. All the fun facts we learned about elephants was amazing as well. They really are just amazing animals. I'll leave it at that...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wanted to have a picture with all three kids in it but as it turns out that never happened that day so this was as close as i got.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy_80_E7LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZEjArEKsYWo/s1600-h/discovery+kingdom...2009+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389893905791904946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy_80_E7LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZEjArEKsYWo/s320/discovery+kingdom...2009+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-6211843147857267220?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6211843147857267220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6211843147857267220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6211843147857267220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6211843147857267220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/10/elephant.html' title='Elephant'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy_80_E7LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZEjArEKsYWo/s72-c/discovery+kingdom...2009+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2459397883740167219</id><published>2009-10-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:17:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy89zII5SI/AAAAAAAAANo/IW0IKt5TxhQ/s1600-h/discovery+kingdom...2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890623938028834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy89zII5SI/AAAAAAAAANo/IW0IKt5TxhQ/s320/discovery+kingdom...2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Can you believe that my two babies are on this BIG, big kid ride. I think it was call the Boomerang. They are sitting in the very first row.  If you can zoom in on it they are the two tiny little things sitting in those first two seats.  They are so brave because I don't think that I would ever get back on that ride. If you look even closer My husband is a couple rows back. What a chicken...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I wish i could have gotten better pictures but man that ride moves quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time there in Discovery Kingdom. I can't wait until we head back over there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2075084640048233169-2459397883740167219?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2459397883740167219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2459397883740167219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2459397883740167219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2459397883740167219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet...'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Ssy89zII5SI/AAAAAAAAANo/IW0IKt5TxhQ/s72-c/discovery+kingdom...2009+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2622299922580703732</id><published>2009-09-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:57:33.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are moved in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! we did it, we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;At first it was weird, but now it feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not scared at night anymore...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a ton of never ending chores. But i guess that is the same at any house. well i tried to post a picture but blogger is being lame right now, so that is not going to happen-- today at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2622299922580703732?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2622299922580703732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2622299922580703732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2622299922580703732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2622299922580703732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-moved-in.html' title='We are moved in'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4024077501075858789</id><published>2009-06-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I going to do?</title><content type='html'>Well... pepper ( my dog) had her babies last week, and the kids have been dying to hold them. I have told them NO,but now that they are a week old I told them they can hold one while they are sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been a week their eyes are starting to open and IT happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily fell in love....her eyes go all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sparklly&lt;/span&gt; and huge and she has this most addable smile on her face... This face...you can't say no to this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are not keeping them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; we will be selling them when they are ready to go. She is not going to let them go with out a fight and that sweet smile will turn into the meanest devil face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4024077501075858789?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4024077501075858789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4024077501075858789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4024077501075858789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4024077501075858789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-am-i-going-to-do.html' title='What am I going to do?'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2422110683575036555</id><published>2009-05-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:52:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They are back</title><content type='html'>My kids got their cousins back!!!! Of course they have all their cousins from my side of the family, but they have two cousins on Phillip's side of the family that they haven't been able to play with for over a year. It was sad...they had a lot of fun together and then all of a sudden the kids were ripped out of their lives. But as of a couple of weeks ago they have been able to play with them and they are all having a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big the two of them have gotten. Last time I saw them they were barely speaking and they were not potty trained. Now they talk your brain off and they can use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;To add to the joy they will be getting a new cousin as well. Hopefully all goes well so that they will get to know her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShiKjHWHC1I/AAAAAAAAANg/2bhu22ujQ9E/s1600-h/steves+20th+bday...2009+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339169694119562066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShiKjHWHC1I/AAAAAAAAANg/2bhu22ujQ9E/s320/steves+20th+bday...2009+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are pretty cute huh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2422110683575036555?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2422110683575036555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2422110683575036555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2422110683575036555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2422110683575036555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-are-back.html' title='They are back'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShiKjHWHC1I/AAAAAAAAANg/2bhu22ujQ9E/s72-c/steves+20th+bday...2009+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8070040894759043178</id><published>2009-05-22T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:45:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>We all have them....I have them...Some I like to share some I am horribly embarrassed of. I couldn't even imagine how many secrets I have had in my 29 ---almost 30 years of my life. Most I have told. (side not...I can't keep to many secrets for to long....unless I know the extreme importance of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like gossip..it's sad. I like hearing it, I like saying it. I guess that makes for good secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should list some secrets of mine for you to hear....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTCHA.....THAT CANT HAPPEN YET!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8070040894759043178?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8070040894759043178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8070040894759043178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8070040894759043178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8070040894759043178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5111517964919413585</id><published>2009-05-17T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:57:11.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCHAaq9E3I/AAAAAAAAANY/nAJaFHFia7w/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913999663272818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCHAaq9E3I/AAAAAAAAANY/nAJaFHFia7w/s320/yard+work...2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it or not, but this is our after shot....as you will soon see it was pretty bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGw-FiaTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3t1i0dc-Kkk/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913734292105522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGw-FiaTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3t1i0dc-Kkk/s320/yard+work...2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGgt6bkxI/AAAAAAAAANI/kS0SVTYbQzk/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913455072645906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGgt6bkxI/AAAAAAAAANI/kS0SVTYbQzk/s320/yard+work...2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big empty spot was where we set up our pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGP1ouPpI/AAAAAAAAANA/-V9GUJ4X70k/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336913165088079506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCGP1ouPpI/AAAAAAAAANA/-V9GUJ4X70k/s320/yard+work...2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of our before shots....it gets worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCF_ExuetI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vcMJ1LN1IIc/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912877094599378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCF_ExuetI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vcMJ1LN1IIc/s320/yard+work...2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFr4TR9mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3if4I3r3DMU/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912547328161378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFr4TR9mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3if4I3r3DMU/s320/yard+work...2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFa6abVgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J_5az8b4_xI/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912255837230594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFa6abVgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J_5az8b4_xI/s320/yard+work...2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFH3tv9FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xn3DiCApvbs/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336911928695452754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCFH3tv9FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xn3DiCApvbs/s320/yard+work...2009+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCE3QO2uFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7Rhog34cW_w/s1600-h/yard+work...2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336911643218982994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCE3QO2uFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7Rhog34cW_w/s320/yard+work...2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe that all that is weeds...after we did half of the yard we decided to call it quits for now until it cools down...since it is a 100 degrees outside...The plan is to go to the dump tomorrow....I hope that that happens!!!&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/2075084640048233169-5111517964919413585?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5111517964919413585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5111517964919413585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5111517964919413585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5111517964919413585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-mess.html' title='what a mess'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/ShCHAaq9E3I/AAAAAAAAANY/nAJaFHFia7w/s72-c/yard+work...2009+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1785713609346142978</id><published>2009-05-16T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:47:32.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playing on the mower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sg8YRlSBLNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hu8i2d7IdC4/s1600-h/playing+on+the+mower...2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336510773801856210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sg8YRlSBLNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hu8i2d7IdC4/s320/playing+on+the+mower...2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sg8X8YGX4jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k6KqB65Wsi0/s1600-h/playing+on+the+mower...2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336510409486098994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sg8X8YGX4jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k6KqB65Wsi0/s320/playing+on+the+mower...2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2075084640048233169-1785713609346142978?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1785713609346142978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1785713609346142978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1785713609346142978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1785713609346142978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-on-mower.html' title='playing on the mower'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sg8YRlSBLNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hu8i2d7IdC4/s72-c/playing+on+the+mower...2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1991140191418075698</id><published>2009-05-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:47:27.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the silence</title><content type='html'>Well kind of... I still don't have much of anything to say, but really how long could that last. I mean I have gone through a couple of months of a silence...Then to talk about pretty much nothing... and I guess that has not really changed but I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot already. I'm sitting here in a pair of sweat pants and my socks and a shirt of course and I am dying of heat already... and It's just gonna get even hotter....blugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I talk about... I'm tired. But who isn't right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-1991140191418075698?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1991140191418075698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1991140191418075698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1991140191418075698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1991140191418075698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-silence.html' title='breaking the silence'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6747692239087102454</id><published>2009-05-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:07:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>I've got all kinds of things that I could be blogging about, but I can't seem to pull something together. It's not much of anything to say but it's all I can come up With right now... at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-6747692239087102454?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6747692239087102454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6747692239087102454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6747692239087102454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6747692239087102454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/05/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2137137662867397496</id><published>2009-04-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:31:15.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chipped tooth</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had a meeting at the school to discuss the upcoming spring fling. While I was in the meeting kaelina, Emily and Jacob were outside on the playground playing. I think I was only in the meeting for maybe 20 minutes. I come out and see that Emily has a fat lip and is kinda bleeding. I take a closer look and I see that her front tooth is chipped and  a little bit wiggly. She already lost that tooth so if she loses this one than she won't have a tooth. That annoys me. So I guess I will be calling the dentist today so he can take a look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2137137662867397496?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2137137662867397496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2137137662867397496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2137137662867397496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2137137662867397496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/chipped-tooth.html' title='chipped tooth'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8827492946309396859</id><published>2009-04-28T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:29:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling award ceremony...2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdVlMEVbyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5NYzRv-HA5o/s1600-h/bowling+ceremony...2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329822781399199522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdVlMEVbyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5NYzRv-HA5o/s320/bowling+ceremony...2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the winter league of bowling ended on a good note... It's hard to see but here is all the trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdVLSgmY3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/wIQ0AiZLwPA/s1600-h/bowling+ceremony...2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329822336451765106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdVLSgmY3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/wIQ0AiZLwPA/s320/bowling+ceremony...2009+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is hellen...she runs the show...She is a great coach. She loves kids and the kids love her. She takes time to teach each child the tools they need to bowl a great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdUbMXlLWI/AAAAAAAAALw/OCHQWIyZI80/s1600-h/bowling+ceremony...2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329821510169603426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdUbMXlLWI/AAAAAAAAALw/OCHQWIyZI80/s320/bowling+ceremony...2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a total shock to all of us, all three of the kids won scholarships for college this year. (last year kaelina won 50 dollars in scholarship for college) So when Jacob was called up I couldn't believe it. He won 75 dollars. Then at the very end of the ceremony Kaelina, Emily and Jacob were called up. They each won a 50 dollar scholarship because they sold the most raffle tickets earlier this year. So to all who bought one...Thanks. So If you didn't keep track....That is 275 dollars in scholarship money for the kids. Just for fun I'm gonna break it down for you...AGAIN. Kaelina won a total of 100 dollars. Emily won 50 dollars and Jacob won 125 dollars total. HOORAY...Good job kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had talked about not going back for at least a season...but after the award ceremony the kids are amped up and ready to start another season on may 11. Who am I to stop them...Hey whatever money they can wrack up for college, I'm not going to stop. So every Monday (probably for the rest of my life....LOL) I will be at the bowling alley...&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/2075084640048233169-8827492946309396859?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8827492946309396859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8827492946309396859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8827492946309396859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8827492946309396859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling-award-ceremony2009.html' title='Bowling award ceremony...2009'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfdVlMEVbyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5NYzRv-HA5o/s72-c/bowling+ceremony...2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5382370003102522158</id><published>2009-04-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:51:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; in for his appointment and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; said that the area shouldn't be red and it shouldn't hurt like it does so he put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; on some antibiotics and said everything should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully that is how it will work out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5382370003102522158?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5382370003102522158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5382370003102522158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5382370003102522158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5382370003102522158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2326983231179591774</id><published>2009-04-27T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:54:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullards bar hike...4/26/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXOmPMpR-I/AAAAAAAAALg/3HofQxCs8y8/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392890372769762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXOmPMpR-I/AAAAAAAAALg/3HofQxCs8y8/s320/bullards+bar...2009+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an old jail....I cracked me up...Just in the middle of the town. Inside you can see a wooden frame for a bed. On each side of the walls there is windows with bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXOSQlkJPI/AAAAAAAAALY/htfJjUlbncM/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392547148342514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXOSQlkJPI/AAAAAAAAALY/htfJjUlbncM/s320/bullards+bar...2009+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXN8CcMA3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/3ZessnzGW_0/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392165393793906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXN8CcMA3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/3ZessnzGW_0/s320/bullards+bar...2009+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you not stop to take a picture with smokey. We were driving by a fire station and saw this. So we pile out of the car and snap some shots. The town folk probably thought we were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXNjqHcbLI/AAAAAAAAALI/IbDNgr1qAG0/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391746547477682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXNjqHcbLI/AAAAAAAAALI/IbDNgr1qAG0/s320/bullards+bar...2009+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. I think they look like they are in a magical place. Here they are trying to escape the smoke monster. ( From LOST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXNJjssHMI/AAAAAAAAALA/BRYGMrcziaw/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391298148048066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXNJjssHMI/AAAAAAAAALA/BRYGMrcziaw/s320/bullards+bar...2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This of course is big foot. With a back pack...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXMzvD4kOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zHIvkop6VgQ/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329390923241001186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXMzvD4kOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zHIvkop6VgQ/s320/bullards+bar...2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the nature creatures we saw. It is either a salamander or a newt. It was neat to come across that. We also saw a blue lizard and a black snake with a orange stripe. And we saw a ginormous dead squirrel. Other than that we didn't see anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXMTNN28kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pwGhdP4ATeU/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329390364400218690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXMTNN28kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pwGhdP4ATeU/s320/bullards+bar...2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After hiking for a while we came across this bench so we took a picture. Not one of our better pictures but what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXL2XBN27I/AAAAAAAAAKo/g60wWsTR__s/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329389868815342514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXL2XBN27I/AAAAAAAAAKo/g60wWsTR__s/s320/bullards+bar...2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was early on in our hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXLXHYyAZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cB8SoLBDNvo/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329389332043268498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXLXHYyAZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cB8SoLBDNvo/s320/bullards+bar...2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of our views we got to see... It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXLEP5k5wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/saRKYWPY3sk/s1600-h/bullards+bar...2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329389007910790914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXLEP5k5wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/saRKYWPY3sk/s320/bullards+bar...2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the beginning of the hike. If you haven't noticed I uploaded the pictures backwards. Oh well. It was a nice day for a hike. We ended up hiking 5 miles. That was about all the kids could handle. Hopefully they can get used to hiking and we can do more. They were funny, about an hour into the hike they were like are we there yet. There... where is there?. It was a 14 mile hike. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Soon they will enjoy it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya.... after getting home we picked up long john silvers for the kids and we walked in the door and for those who knows my husband he yells....can you guess it....WASH YOUR HANDS... anyways they do so and eat their dinner and then we watch a movie and then they get ready for bed and feed the dogs. They hop into bed and I'm doing my Goodnight routine when I hear ouch in the softest voice. So I ask what happened why are you saying ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake says...Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say it's OK you can tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake starts crying and saying he doesn't want to tell me... So I get a Little nervous by his response and start laughing and trying to get him to tell me what is going on. Finally after him screaming and crying and me laughing and nervous he says he thinks he has a piece of a pine cone stuck in his butt cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just about die with laughter because now I'm super nervous. I get him to show me his butt. (man that was hard) and It is not a pine cone.....it's a TICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home he noticed it and tried to rip it out and couldn't and didn't want to tell me because he didn't want me to pull it out. So he spent all that time in pain.(I remember seeing him squirming around while we were watching the movie) So I call Phillip in cause I couldn't stop laughing (poor kid...will be traumatized) and we pull it out and do the clean up. It's a little swollen but I think he will be OK. I'm gonna call the Dr and see what needs to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also pulled the girls out of bed and checked them out...only the one tick, thank goodness!!!! &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/2075084640048233169-2326983231179591774?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2326983231179591774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2326983231179591774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2326983231179591774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2326983231179591774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/bullards-bar-hike4262009.html' title='Bullards bar hike...4/26/2009'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfXOmPMpR-I/AAAAAAAAALg/3HofQxCs8y8/s72-c/bullards+bar...2009+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4160345407073888374</id><published>2009-04-24T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:29:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Well the other day I thought that the cat was having her babies. The next morning I went to the garage and went to hunt them down, well to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find them anywhere. I have searched for a while and this morning when took the kids to school I gave it one more search and nothing. I came home and who did I see.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right--a very skinny lulu. So I fed her and then I waited until she went to find them. She ended up going 2 houses down and then hopped the fence. So they are back there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;After following her I wanted to see how she escaped the garage....I found her hole. I honestly cant imagine how she fit through this tiny hole. But she did.&lt;br /&gt;Point of the story--lulu had the babies...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how many or what they look like or if they are even alive....But I found my cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4160345407073888374?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4160345407073888374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4160345407073888374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4160345407073888374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4160345407073888374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-7845026336078015154</id><published>2009-04-23T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:03:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob wants a sibling</title><content type='html'>This is Jacob holding baby Ray. Every sneeze and every hand jerk from the baby made him die with laughter. Every time he stuck his tongue out he giggled. When the baby cried he thought that was kind of funny too. Him seeing and holding this baby made him want a little brother or a little sister. He said it didn't matter. He just wants someone to share a room with and someone to play with.&lt;br /&gt;That made me feel sad, because I can't give him that. (I had my tubes tied) I was also very happy to see how much love he has to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what any mother in my situation, I reminded him of what it would be like if we had another baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, be quiet...the baby is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Get me a diaper&lt;br /&gt;Jacob throw this poopy diaper away&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, I said be quiet.. your gonna wake the baby&lt;br /&gt;Your hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;, Well hold on I have to feed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;No we can't go to the park, It's to hot for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold you right now, I'm holding the baby&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jacob, I'm to tired to play with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reminders he instantly changed his mind. I do feel bad but he has tons of cousins, so there are plenty of kids for him to share his love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfCnuMA8fbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2Cjkil3PSco/s1600-h/baby+ray...2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327942771120307634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfCnuMA8fbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2Cjkil3PSco/s320/baby+ray...2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfCnb7N8xPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8HXmN8eDwto/s1600-h/baby+ray...2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327942457373803762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfCnb7N8xPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8HXmN8eDwto/s320/baby+ray...2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though....another baby is tempting......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-7845026336078015154?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/7845026336078015154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=7845026336078015154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7845026336078015154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7845026336078015154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/jacob-wants-sibling.html' title='Jacob wants a sibling'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SfCnuMA8fbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2Cjkil3PSco/s72-c/baby+ray...2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-9035186838436209870</id><published>2009-04-22T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:34:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My superman</title><content type='html'>My little guy has always loved superman... but recently we went on vacation and he saw some cowboys and he decided that he wants to be a cowboy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-uUUmO43I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aretFC07PWM/s1600-h/backyard+work...2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327668548352271218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-uUUmO43I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aretFC07PWM/s320/backyard+work...2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While on vacation we stopped in a little town and it had a super old store with swinging doors. Once he noticed them he insisted that I take a picture of him coming out the doors like a real cowboy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-tzSHl4zI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tt3EQoo2gM8/s1600-h/march+27,+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327667980751201074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-tzSHl4zI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tt3EQoo2gM8/s320/march+27,+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-tYdqr_kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/g-1fYTdN44Q/s1600-h/march+27,+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327667519994723906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-tYdqr_kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/g-1fYTdN44Q/s320/march+27,+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is begging for some real cowboy boots.... Maybe for his birthday.&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/2075084640048233169-9035186838436209870?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/9035186838436209870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=9035186838436209870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/9035186838436209870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/9035186838436209870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-superman.html' title='My superman'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Se-uUUmO43I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aretFC07PWM/s72-c/backyard+work...2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8022489882014988894</id><published>2009-04-22T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:44:11.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiplying</title><content type='html'>When we came home from our vacation last month I noticed that our cat is very, very fat. Meaning she is pregnant.....AGAIN. So as the days went on I barely saw her. She would come every now and then and beg for some food, but other than that she had another home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I was about to go to bed I think about 10:00 pm and i heard her screaming at the door. This is her pattern... When it is time for her to give birth that is what she does.. So I opened the door and she ran right to the exact spot where she likes to give birth and take care of her babies....MY CLOSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as we have learned the hard way, I can't let her have the babies in the house. (a couple of years ago I let her in and we had a bad, BAD, flea problem) So i put her in the garage knowing that in the morning she will have had multiplied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I head out to see what happened and she is not in sight so....I know she had them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to leave them...( not to mention the smell that I smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I get to dig them out and put them in a box in the bathroom....Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8022489882014988894?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8022489882014988894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8022489882014988894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8022489882014988894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8022489882014988894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/04/multiplying.html' title='Multiplying'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4795606754619689674</id><published>2009-04-19T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:45:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>Today champ found his inner waterdog gene....he emptied their water bowl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef142b95ec696471" 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" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2469726200281237837</id><published>2009-02-26T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:46:45.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnome Home</title><content type='html'>If you have ever wondered where a Gnome lives.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SabjRh0R5qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wm1T9Kw1wnE/s1600-h/2009+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307179101177636514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SabjRh0R5qI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Wm1T9Kw1wnE/s320/2009+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/Sabi4zFH22I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iZon83445EU/s1600-h/2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&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/2075084640048233169-2469726200281237837?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2469726200281237837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2469726200281237837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2469726200281237837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2469726200281237837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2009/02/gnome-home.html' title='Gnome 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285642810448129682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpgIa5brpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I59cI8aOO4k/s320/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpfqL2Ib5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/AUSzUFYRGHQ/s1600-h/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285642291011678098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpfqL2Ib5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/AUSzUFYRGHQ/s320/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpfNY1XrtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZSEM2k3h21I/s1600-h/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641796281937618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpfNY1XrtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZSEM2k3h21I/s320/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+090.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/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpelOK5MGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4pa4kNJgG1M/s1600-h/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641106224656482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpelOK5MGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4pa4kNJgG1M/s320/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpd-kdZ76I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bttyAbZw3uY/s1600-h/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285640442192981922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpd-kdZ76I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bttyAbZw3uY/s320/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was so much fun....this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; for all the cousins to be able to visit and spend some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; fun together. I tried to post pics of everyone there, but with so many it was hard to get a picture with all of us in one shot...so here are a couple of different shots....&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/2075084640048233169-3444785881864856952?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3444785881864856952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=3444785881864856952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3444785881864856952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3444785881864856952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-bev-and-tommys-house.html' title='Christmas and Bev and Tommy&apos;s house'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpgIa5brpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I59cI8aOO4k/s72-c/christmas+at+bev+and+tommy%27s...2008+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5051772069734171613</id><published>2008-12-30T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:39:43.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpcRqrOjuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bI8KlSQRz60/s1600-h/more+christmas....2008+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285638571255828194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpcRqrOjuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bI8KlSQRz60/s320/more+christmas....2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpb3aZK1KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fBtPJUtt3nk/s1600-h/more+christmas....2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285638120208520354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpb3aZK1KI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fBtPJUtt3nk/s320/more+christmas....2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpbXEA61uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MffJxrzvUhI/s1600-h/more+christmas....2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285637564445415138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpbXEA61uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MffJxrzvUhI/s320/more+christmas....2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpbAEYwtYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6lzWlLPwsnI/s1600-h/more+christmas....2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285637169408423298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpbAEYwtYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6lzWlLPwsnI/s320/more+christmas....2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpalky8aqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7jw7MFNVhOs/s1600-h/christmas....2008+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285636714251709090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpalky8aqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7jw7MFNVhOs/s320/christmas....2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year didn't go as we had planned it to go...but...it went just fine....the kids were happy and so was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phillip&lt;/span&gt; and I.  Just some random pictures.&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/2075084640048233169-5051772069734171613?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5051772069734171613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5051772069734171613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5051772069734171613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5051772069734171613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-our-house.html' title='Christmas at our house'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SVpcRqrOjuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bI8KlSQRz60/s72-c/more+christmas....2008+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5639952438763106721</id><published>2008-08-27T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:57:59.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SLV1M19IjAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0cwlrMs_YlI/s1600-h/bowling+tournament+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222605017811970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SLV1M19IjAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0cwlrMs_YlI/s320/bowling+tournament+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SLV00BYqH5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/_A2oALi8KzE/s1600-h/bowling+tournament+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222178589319058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SLV00BYqH5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/_A2oALi8KzE/s320/bowling+tournament+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they're off! I can't believe the day has come. They were all so ready and really so was I, but now that i have had a minute to sit down and let it all sink in, I really just can't believe it. My oldest girl Kaelina is in 4th grade this year!! I know huh...wow. She is so excited about all these things she has been waiting to do since she was in kindergarten. the day has finally come. She can play on the big kid playground (which turns out to be the same playground that she has been playing on all along....she can just play a little bit farther out than the smaller kids.) She can sign up to play the violin....Now this is the most important thing to her....seriously i have heard violin this and violin that. I am happy that she getst to do it this year. Although --I can see that this is another thing i have to spend money on...but hey its worth it. She also gets to go to more exciting places for field trips this year. I think i have covered all the exciting things but it is only the second week of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My second oldest daughter is Emily. She is in 2nd grade (but my brain is really really thinking that she is in 1st grade--i keep telling everyone 1st grade)  She too is excited about school but not for the same reasons. She wants to talk and play with all of her friends. She loves learning and she is very smart but really she likes school to be social. She has voiced her opinion on school yet...She does however like that this year she gets to use a binder for school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my boy Jacob has started kindergarten this year. He couldnt wait for the day to come. We get him to school and he is instantly Bye mom...you can wait over there for 5 mins. I say ok and of course i watch  him play and make friends. He is soooo cute. He has this friend he plays with every day, and everyday i say what is your friends name... he says- i don't know. So he says Hi friend--and bye friend. He loves the teacher and he loves his time away from me like a big boy. We wake up at 6:30 for school and he wants to leave the house atleast 20 mins later.....Hope the love for school sticks!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is it for me...my kids all love that they are at school, and they love they're teacher and they love coming home to me after a day of school....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5639952438763106721?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5639952438763106721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5639952438763106721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5639952438763106721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5639952438763106721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-theyre-off-i-cant-believe-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SLV1M19IjAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0cwlrMs_YlI/s72-c/bowling+tournament+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-7870576289335090586</id><published>2008-07-21T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:16:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I kicked my kids out</title><content type='html'>Well today I had a pretty good day with the kids....I sat down and had a talk with them because lately i have been a big stress ball, and i can see how they are affected by it....So i reassured them that i do love them and that they are good kids- moms just stressed (or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after that things seemed normal...They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; look sad. They were playing fine I was happy, they were happy. 3:40 came so I say Kids its time to go to your bowling league....Okay mom...and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home i was preparing dinner and they were in their room...they have been waiting all day to go on a bike ride. So i say...hey kids...come here i wanna talk to you. So as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to tell them that i want them to put they're shoes on and get their bikes out front..i had to stop 8 times because they would talk over me and the ignore me.. and play with each other ---While i was talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this has been a big problem lately and i just cant take it anymore. So I go on a yelling rampage and then I decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it...GET YOUR BAG PACKED AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly they start crying and i felt bad but i made them get what they thought they might need for the rest of they're lives.....They got they're bags all packed so i made them say good bye to they're oldest sister and then get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodbyes&lt;/span&gt; and then walked out the door...after being outside with their backpacks they slowly walked down the walk way (crying the whole time). I watched them and only let them get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sidewalk&lt;/span&gt; before I called them back inside...I then  talked to them about how that made them feel and then i explained (once again) how they have made me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily says I knew you wouldn't really make us leave...she was crying so i knew she was lying.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob (who was absolutely scared) said that i broke his heart. He doesn't ever want to leave me so he will never make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i say so let me see what you packed...the only things you would have for the rest of your lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob packed: His big grave digger, a rail road crossing (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; from a train table)  1 car (from a train)    and then a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hot wheel&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking cute is that.....while looking at his stuff i burst out laughing so hard...i couldn't help it...He was so sad ---screaming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;---I NEED THAT STUFF...MOM...STOP LAUGHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily packed as many dolls as she could fit in her back pack. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box, a glass egg and a magazine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again how funny.....She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care that i was laughing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them what about your clothes...they both looked each other and then to me and said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I hope they now see that i am serious about them respecting me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad, but hopefully it will be worth it. I might be crazy... you tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-7870576289335090586?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/7870576289335090586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=7870576289335090586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7870576289335090586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7870576289335090586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kicked-my-kids-out.html' title='I kicked my kids out'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6711908029353229291</id><published>2008-07-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:35:09.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SHo8iy3K5xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhIiiJ9_rcQ/s1600-h/san+francisco...2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222553286355904274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SHo8iy3K5xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhIiiJ9_rcQ/s320/san+francisco...2008+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SHo5VStnFqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cXCnKCdf_vI/s1600-h/san+francisco...2008+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222549755852691106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SHo5VStnFqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cXCnKCdf_vI/s320/san+francisco...2008+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I got to sneak away. It was nice. Sure it wasn't the intention of the trip, but who cares....right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up down there because we had to retrieve some of my husbands belongings. Since we were down there, we decided to make a day of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did things a little backwards the we normally would have. We hit the pier first. It was weird to not be freezing ( seeing as we are normally o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; the pier around 8 pm or so....and it is freezing by then) anyways after we walked the pier we ended up waking the town. Everyone was so tired but they made it. i think i had them walking for a good 7 hours. After we were done there we jumped in the car and headed for my husbands favorite beach. Baker beach. We had dinner and then we walked up and down the beach. Then we climbed over some rocks to a secret beach. (not really a secret beach, but it was to the kids) We attempted some pictures. Some were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...some needed some help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we just drove around the town. Which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, until we got to the hilly streets and then I was over it. So we started the long drive home. We got home around 1:30 am. and got pretty much no sleep.... it was awesome.&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/2075084640048233169-6711908029353229291?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6711908029353229291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6711908029353229291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6711908029353229291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6711908029353229291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-fransisco.html' title='San Fransisco'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SHo8iy3K5xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PhIiiJ9_rcQ/s72-c/san+francisco...2008+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1167849375048020014</id><published>2008-06-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:54:45.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SFSED7I8kXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FEoL4Wt3cVc/s1600-h/Jacobs+5th+birthday+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211935871724196210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SFSED7I8kXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FEoL4Wt3cVc/s320/Jacobs+5th+birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SFSDc_X9ILI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA_kmpJzH5c/s1600-h/Jacobs+5th+birthday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211935202845991090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SFSDc_X9ILI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA_kmpJzH5c/s320/Jacobs+5th+birthday+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He turned 5!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB........I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Indiana Jones in this picture....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry---He has not given up on Superman....He forgot to wear his cape for that picture...he quickly remembered that.&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/2075084640048233169-1167849375048020014?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1167849375048020014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1167849375048020014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1167849375048020014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1167849375048020014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-jake.html' title='Super Jake'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SFSED7I8kXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FEoL4Wt3cVc/s72-c/Jacobs+5th+birthday+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5495346165771107977</id><published>2008-05-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:27:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howards Pest Control</title><content type='html'>Today I was calling around to get the best deal on pest control services. I had called about five different companies. I had started to call companies that I have never heard of. I thought that maybe the smaller companies that I have never heard of. Tiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tiny&lt;/span&gt; little pest control you would have never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called this one called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Howard's&lt;/span&gt; Pest Control. This little Old lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;. (so old that picking up the phone probably wore her out) and she says Hello.. I say Hi, I'm calling about your pest control services..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say oh- My name is Jessica&lt;br /&gt;She says: What is this in regards to?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a little confused- So I say Um- Pest control services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she shocks the hell out of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says Oh, we are out of business-- MY HUSBAND IS DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; shocked--I say, OH I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;She quickly says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;--- So I hang up and Immediately I started busting up laughing. I mean It was kinda funny!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5495346165771107977?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5495346165771107977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5495346165771107977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5495346165771107977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5495346165771107977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/05/howards-pest-control.html' title='Howards Pest Control'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1178605822164772601</id><published>2008-05-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:16:44.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say</title><content type='html'>Blogging...I haven't had to much time to blog...well maybe that is an excuse...I have not that much to blog about...but I have thought of something that I can blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently taking our house apart and painting it and spring cleaning it. It is a suck ass job. I can not wait  until it is done....and then I never want to do this again...ever....so hopefully I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I am not doing this alone....I have my husband and my sister who are busting their ass as much as I am...I feel bad that it is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; work to do in such a little time. We are trying to finish this work before my sister moves in. Her and her kids.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UUUUM&lt;/span&gt; I guess that is all about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have almost every room done...all we have left is the hallway and the bathroom and the second dinning room....we have to rip all the wall paper off of those walls. But we did it to the kitchen so It shouldn't be to hard....I'm just no longer in a rush to get that done...maybe in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that is all the blogging I can pull out of my ass for today so.....See ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-1178605822164772601?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1178605822164772601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1178605822164772601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1178605822164772601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1178605822164772601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-854090377322950527</id><published>2008-04-14T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:52:48.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SAOLIP7AQXI/AAAAAAAAADg/GviXWlQv_PM/s1600-h/manchester+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189144169490170226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SAOLIP7AQXI/AAAAAAAAADg/GviXWlQv_PM/s320/manchester+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one our family pics on the trip. It is hard to see but there it is.  Can you believe we were the only tent campers.. Everyone else was RV. It was nice to have all that space. You can't see it in the picture but we had all that land to ourselves. It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were heading off for a bike ride. It was a nice scene to ride next to the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways there we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-854090377322950527?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/854090377322950527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=854090377322950527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/854090377322950527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/854090377322950527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/04/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SAOLIP7AQXI/AAAAAAAAADg/GviXWlQv_PM/s72-c/manchester+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6072256025838717929</id><published>2008-04-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:20:03.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>Today is my sister HARMONY'S  Birthday...Happy birthday harmony. I'm so excited for her. I can't imagine what you are going to do today for your birthday....but i just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY and that I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-6072256025838717929?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6072256025838717929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6072256025838717929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6072256025838717929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6072256025838717929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5525559890029876098</id><published>2008-03-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:50:47.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nothing</title><content type='html'>There was a boy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;......All he does is read his books...smarty  smarty tarty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;. He wants to learn all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  was a girl named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;....she met a hot dude on her trip to check out colleges....she didn't give him her digits...now she is like....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. why did i forget...I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; such a nerd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna go door to door and find my dude. I won't say his name...just in case he reads my blog....but you know who you are.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a guy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;....he wont share his game....he makes us watch him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me....my tummy hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5525559890029876098?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5525559890029876098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5525559890029876098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5525559890029876098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5525559890029876098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-nothing.html' title='Another nothing'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1932926216817907194</id><published>2008-03-23T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:34:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The caped crusaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R-cQyskpXuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GzS-hBFVFf4/s1600-h/who+is+the+real+superman+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181128359457414882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R-cQyskpXuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GzS-hBFVFf4/s320/who+is+the+real+superman+005.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this day, I was folding laundry when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ryder&lt;/span&gt; caught eye of Jacob's superman underwear. He instantly yells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that was so cute. He came over and grabbed them and walked around with them for a little while.....It was then that it had hit me...DUH he wanted to put them on. So he suited up in the underwear but it just wasn't complete without the tank top of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R-cOL8kpXtI/AAAAAAAAADI/MqjavZzMgyY/s1600-h/who+is+the+real+superman+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181125494714228434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R-cOL8kpXtI/AAAAAAAAADI/MqjavZzMgyY/s320/who+is+the+real+superman+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jacob saw this he went into his room and grabbed another pair of undies and a tank top and they ran around a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; one of his capes and Ryder of course wanted it. So I began the search for another one. When I pulled another cape out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryder's&lt;/span&gt; eyes lit up so bright. Now they were fully suited up and they couldn't have been happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That kept them busy for a while. Jacob showed Ryder all the different ways to pose like the real Superman. Ryder liked to watch but couldn't get the moves down but he did make some of his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were happy until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ryder&lt;/span&gt; hid behind a chair and repeatedly said no....no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i looked him I knew what he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; up to. He was taking a dump. So once he finished I changed his butt and just like that he was over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; Superman. He wanted to be naked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am i to deprive this little boy to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt; if he wants to. So he ran around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt; until I decided it was to cold int he house and then I put his clothes on and it was completely over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time!!!!!&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/2075084640048233169-1932926216817907194?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1932926216817907194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1932926216817907194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1932926216817907194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1932926216817907194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/caped-crusaders.html' title='The caped crusaders'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R-cQyskpXuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GzS-hBFVFf4/s72-c/who+is+the+real+superman+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8757124063905966242</id><published>2008-03-16T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:56:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our number 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R9352UhbbzI/AAAAAAAAADA/dFqObMN8s24/s1600-h/goof+times+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R9352UhbbzI/AAAAAAAAADA/dFqObMN8s24/s320/goof+times+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178569858163109682" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Today was my 7Th wedding anniversary!  I know woo hoo!! But my husband went to work. And I wanted him to because he can't take days off, but at the same time ---it is our anniversary so a part of me wanted him to take the day off too. I feel bad because in a way I am kinda bitter about it. But on the other hand we did go out to dinner last night. It was fun at first until we got into a fight and that ended the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the morning trying to get over that. I don't think we did until right before he left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shittiest part about the whole anniversary thing is that we didn't even get it on. So now what. I have wait the two days until he gets home. Well whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8757124063905966242?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8757124063905966242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8757124063905966242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8757124063905966242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8757124063905966242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-number-7.html' title='Our number 7'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R9352UhbbzI/AAAAAAAAADA/dFqObMN8s24/s72-c/goof+times+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1696734855435146247</id><published>2008-03-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:58:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day thus far</title><content type='html'>Today I babysat Ryder. I love him. He is so cute and he is a good boy. How can you resist him. I like the way that Jacob and Ryder play together. Jacob is gentle and understanding. When Ryder wants to play with Jacobs toys--Jakey doesn't mind. He doesn't even mind if Ryder plays with his most favorite toys (superman toys). If Ryder wants the toy in Jacobs hands he will give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah---I just love the way the 2 boys play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened today......Melody came by to borrow some children Cd's because they got ally a mp3 player for her birthday---so I say sure I have some children's Cd's. But it turns out I have Kids bop Cd's and those aren't exactly kids Cd's but oh well that is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryder is asleep on the couch right now and Jacob and Emily are playing sponge bob on the game cube, They are happy so yeah for me. I'm just sitting around about pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's enough boring  you----For now at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-1696734855435146247?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1696734855435146247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1696734855435146247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1696734855435146247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1696734855435146247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-day-thus-far.html' title='My day thus far'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8340139351621394419</id><published>2008-03-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:19:01.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carinos Italian Grill</title><content type='html'>Man, All day long I see these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt; for C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arinos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; Grill. It looks so good. I had never even heard of it, until the last couple of weeks. The commercials have been running non stop. I have been trying to figure out a way to make my husband take me there. I have to try it. When the other day it hit me.....Our anniversary is coming up. So guess where we are gonna go. (Well if he is home) I can't wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the menu online. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; sounds so good. well not the fish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck..eventually I will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have had this then please let me know how good it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8340139351621394419?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8340139351621394419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8340139351621394419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8340139351621394419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8340139351621394419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/carinos-italian-grill.html' title='Carinos Italian Grill'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-7927339261979094368</id><published>2008-03-05T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:08:36.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;                             My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R89Dky3ne-I/AAAAAAAAACk/vymaperqsS4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428796281388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R89Dky3ne-I/AAAAAAAAACk/vymaperqsS4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-7927339261979094368?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/7927339261979094368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=7927339261979094368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7927339261979094368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/7927339261979094368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R89Dky3ne-I/AAAAAAAAACk/vymaperqsS4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4531317022551108732</id><published>2008-03-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:16:28.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are still kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R88Lmy3ne9I/AAAAAAAAACc/8BpfjxNZpdo/s1600-h/our+bike+rides+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174367257989970898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R88Lmy3ne9I/AAAAAAAAACc/8BpfjxNZpdo/s320/our+bike+rides+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went on a bike ride. These are the kids who came  along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From oldest to youngest there is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaelina&lt;/span&gt;-8&lt;br /&gt;Austin-8&lt;br /&gt;Emily-6&lt;br /&gt;Hannah-4&lt;br /&gt;Jacob-4&lt;br /&gt;Drew-2&lt;br /&gt;Ryder-Almost 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice night. We took the kids down  the bike trail. Which is from there and back about 9 1/2 miles. The kids did great. They probably could have rode a little bit longer, but by the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; got home, it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I although felt very bad for my sister who had to pull a heavy load. She had her little boy in his chair on the front of her bike, and she had her friends 2 children in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; behind her. She got the best workout of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. The kids got a big kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to think that pretty soon that the stuff they are begging us to do with them will one day be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; uncool. It's nice to soak up these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4531317022551108732?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4531317022551108732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4531317022551108732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4531317022551108732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4531317022551108732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-are-still-kids.html' title='They are still kids'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R88Lmy3ne9I/AAAAAAAAACc/8BpfjxNZpdo/s72-c/our+bike+rides+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5266965321561537281</id><published>2008-03-04T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:56:44.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well....I really don't have my mind set to blog. But I wanted to attempt it. I'm hoping that something will inspire me while I am pretending to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, yep well really there is nothing so If something happens then I'll log back on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5266965321561537281?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5266965321561537281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5266965321561537281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5266965321561537281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5266965321561537281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-tried.html' title='I tried'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5711967611007735747</id><published>2008-02-23T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:45:45.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little girl and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R8EED_f06OI/AAAAAAAAACA/vZPSCcdyHOw/s1600-h/Emilee+Burtons+2nd+b-day+party+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418313829083362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R8EED_f06OI/AAAAAAAAACA/vZPSCcdyHOw/s320/Emilee+Burtons+2nd+b-day+party+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaelina&lt;/span&gt;. I don't take too many photos with my children, because I don't want to see me. I love taking photos of my children though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She felt so special to take a picture with me so I thought I would share it with you too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5711967611007735747?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5711967611007735747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5711967611007735747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5711967611007735747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5711967611007735747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-girl-and-me.html' title='My little girl and me'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R8EED_f06OI/AAAAAAAAACA/vZPSCcdyHOw/s72-c/Emilee+Burtons+2nd+b-day+party+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4883544945710097103</id><published>2008-02-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:09:51.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nothing is coming</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; blogged about anything in so long. Even still I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have anything to blog about. I'm just sitting around waiting for something to inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son who is 4 used to know all his letter names and sounds. but I guess I have been really lazy with him, because he totally forgot them. I have been working with him again and it looks like there is hope for the up coming kindergarten year.  I was starting to worry.  He still has trouble with about 5 of the letters but he does know the sounds of them. But and here is the big BUT, he does not like holding a pencil. Which means he don't write. We are working on that too, but I'm thinking that one won't be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I ramble about......Oh Emily has been working on her number test. She has been on her 11's for about 2 weeks. I started testing her at home (she has 2 minutes to finish all the problems. It's a mixture of adding and subtracting) she can now do them in 1  minute and get them all correct. But when she goes to school and takes the test she misses 1. Whats up with that. She is so sad. I encourage her and she goes to school with all hope. It breaks my heart when she comes home and says I missed one again.  I tell her: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt; we'll try again.  So today I hope she can come home and say: I did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i talked about 2 of my children I might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; well talk about my other child. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaelina&lt;/span&gt; was excited this morning. She couldn't get ready for school fast enough.. She got dressed and announced that today is Hockey day. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; about hockey all morning. I'm happy that she is so happy. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; for homework she gets to write a story using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; spelling words. That has to be her favorite homework to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; of course bases all her stories about us and it is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that is about it for me.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; I will have something more exciting to blog about next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4883544945710097103?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4883544945710097103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4883544945710097103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4883544945710097103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4883544945710097103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-is-coming.html' title='The Nothing is coming'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4221346953850914032</id><published>2008-02-14T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:50:24.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's dinner</title><content type='html'>This once ever occassion took place about 3 years ago. Phillip was home so we decided that we would go out for a Valentin'es dinner. Being that it is valentie's day and we didnt think ahead we had no choice but to bring the kids with us. One of the kids being 1 years old made it extra fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got all dressed up and got the kids looking nice and we jumped in the car and drove to chico. (the kids where hungry before we left the house) We get to chico 45 mins later and now they are extra hungry, but all i can think is--yes  they will eat all their dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are walking up we see the big huge crowd outside and it hits me--THIS IS GOING TO BE HELL. We check in and they tell us it is going to be a 45 min wait.  AAAAAh what do we do. Do we leave or stick it out.......well we stuck it out. There was no more chairs to sit in while we waited and it was so col outside so we just had to stand in front of people. The first time a chair opened---it was like war.. but we got one. I think we sat for about ten minutes when jacob had enough. He started crying and they took us immediately back. Looking back maybe it wasn't such a bad idea bringing them after all. I'm sure with out them we would have sat there waiting for and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we sat, the waitor comes over and you can feel the rush he was in, which made our eating experience fun. Everything was so rushed. Once we sat down it was like we had to hurry so all those other people could sit and eat too... So at least tghe kids didn't have to wait to long for their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done we decided that we are not going to go out on valentine's day again. It was just to stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah i forgot to mention that we went to the olive garden, in case you were wondering.  although we were so very rushed......it was very good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4221346953850914032?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4221346953850914032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4221346953850914032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4221346953850914032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4221346953850914032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-dinner.html' title='Valentine&apos;s dinner'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6027586892785635970</id><published>2008-02-05T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:16:49.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>YEP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-6027586892785635970?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6027586892785635970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6027586892785635970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6027586892785635970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6027586892785635970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5196266766525345504</id><published>2008-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:35:05.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>Vacation is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he had fun, I hoipe he really did. We didn't ge to leave town and I know he was bummed about that, but honestly the wheather was awful and I wouldn't have went anywhere with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry he has another week of vacation coming up and we are going to go camping. He is pretty excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I think that is pretty much it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5196266766525345504?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5196266766525345504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5196266766525345504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5196266766525345504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5196266766525345504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/02/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2716171790587797912</id><published>2008-01-31T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:24:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the tooth doctor</title><content type='html'>I have nothing new to blog about, Oh wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took My daughter Kaelina and my son Jacob to their dentist appointments. Just for the regular check ups. They got some x-rays and a good cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob did fine. He was scared the whole time that he was gonna get a shot, but after reassuring him he still didn't believe me. So he asks the nurse and she tells him no. Just one time she says no and he is sold. I think I must have said no ten times. But I guess all that matters is that he was happy. Anyways for him- he did not have any cavaites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelina did well also. She was not concerned about a shot. She on  the other hand got her first cavaty. She is pretty upset about it. Then the dentist tells us that her bottom teeth are so crowded that her teeth that are trying to grow in, CAN'T.  There is no room for them. He then tells us that she is going to have to remove 2 of her teeth. How the crap am i going to explain this to her. We have an appointment set up so I am going to have to think fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2716171790587797912?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2716171790587797912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2716171790587797912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2716171790587797912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2716171790587797912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-tooth-doctor.html' title='A trip to the tooth doctor'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4610873828729592542</id><published>2008-01-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:05:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, So how annoying is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to change car insurance companies. We found a good rate and we are happy with the company. We are currently with progressive drive insurance. We are paying 313 dollars a month. I know. are we crazy.   With the new company we will be paying 182$. Much better huh?! That will save us $131 dollars a month. So as you can imagine...We are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We wanted to wait until payday to switch. Well lucky for us it is renewal time for our insurance and it is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; so the insurance company would have no problem switching us over.  Well that is not our luck.   While on the phone going over all the necessary steps he (John.... the man on the phone) says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;, here is the problem, you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of claims on your insurance. Claims--we don't get into that much trouble. So he is going through the list....who would have known. Almost everything on that list belongs to Grace and Henry. I mean this list went on and on. So we explain that, that is not us. so he says well it makes sense, BUT i can't do anything right now. I have to wait until a writer(?) takes a look at this and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OKs&lt;/span&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;Now the problem is--they don't work on the weekends. so the earliest he can give us our insurance is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.  So we say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;--we can work that out. Then he says well the other problem is that it is your renewal time and that date lands on the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; is the 28. So you are going to have to make your payment because if you let that lapse we will never insure you.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we move on to renters insurance. Everything is fine until he finds out we have a dog.  A DOG. Since we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pitt&lt;/span&gt; bull that is to much  of a liability. They say that pretty much no one will insure you with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pitt&lt;/span&gt; bull. But hooray he finds someone. He says it will cost about 22 bucks a month, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again we can't do anything thanks to grace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy says well if you didn't have the dog, we could have combined the 2 policies and the payment for both would have been 172 all together.  What that is awesome. but not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to make 2 insurance payments this month, which sucks cause i planned the bills pretty tight, but we would have been fine. but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side they did say that drive insurance would refund the payment back to us. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing that will take about 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well........ that was my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4610873828729592542?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4610873828729592542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4610873828729592542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4610873828729592542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4610873828729592542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/joy-of-family.html' title='The joy of family'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-6436889127912969920</id><published>2008-01-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:03:21.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>It is almost 9:00 p.m. and I'm watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda bored. I'm watching wife swap. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;- recorded it so I can fast forward through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt;. I just put the kids to bed. I hope they fall fast asleep. Well I guess that is a stupid thing to say, because they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; left for work at 5:00 today. Well actually he h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; to be there by 5:00.  Its always fun to get his stuff ready.----NOT!!         Ha  Ha -- I'm laughing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll finish this blog like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah!!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Ha Ha Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-6436889127912969920?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6436889127912969920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=6436889127912969920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6436889127912969920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/6436889127912969920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-3314393384725137920</id><published>2008-01-23T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:10:49.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 is better then 1</title><content type='html'>So after a night of watching Emily run back and forth to the bathroom, I finally get all the kids into bed and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;give her&lt;/span&gt; the--If you feel like you have to barf, get up and run into the bathroom. She assures me that she will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; wants to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; movie so i take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; spot on the couch and fall asleep. I'm soon awakened by my other daughter letting me know she just barfed all over her bedroom floor. I jump off the couch and start clean up mode... Nothing like cleaning up spaghetti in the reverse mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I put a barf bucket next to each bed and they fall asleep. I let them sleep in thinking they prob feel like shit...Today they are fine and playing and running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess they got a free day off school. (works for me, I got an extra hour of sleep.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-3314393384725137920?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3314393384725137920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=3314393384725137920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3314393384725137920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3314393384725137920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-is-better-then-1.html' title='2 is better then 1'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-662474255671273952</id><published>2008-01-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:23:22.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barf</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since one of children barfed... Thankfully for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while out dress shopping with my sister I get a call from my daughter Emily's school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;informing&lt;/span&gt; me that she had threw up in class. I immediately thought-- How sad, the poor little thing must be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. Then my mom brain kicked in and I thought poor thing--How did she get sick. when she left for school she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Not a hint of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to school and picked her up. Knowing that she is not feeling well, I still decide that we only have one more store and that I would hate to have gone to all them other stores and not the last one. So I drag my sick child into the dress store. We were there for a little while until she just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take it anymore. Emily started to cry, saying that her tummy hurts. So my sister to us home where I tell her to change into her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get her to fall asleep and i leave her with her dad so I can run to the store and get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;. When i return I find them all  fast asleep, but they woke up the instant I  thought  that I might have a second to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has continued to barf and I am not enjoying are long awaited reunion. ( me and the barf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-662474255671273952?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/662474255671273952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=662474255671273952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/662474255671273952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/662474255671273952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/barf.html' title='Barf'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2908440587852967912</id><published>2008-01-21T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:55:55.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bordum</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my mother in law and my sister in law to call me so we can  do some wedding shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know my mother and father in law divorced just as me and my husband got together. It has been 8 years now and she has fell in love again. She is getting married next month and we have nothing done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nothing-I mean NOTHING. She finally picked a day so I guess maybe we have something done. But anyways she hasn't picked a dress nor has she looked at any. Not in a store nor in a magazine. The wedding is in 19 days and she hasn't sent out her invitations. To do that you need to buy some. We have to go look at flowers and decided what she likes and pick out her bouquet. She has to start thinking about how she wants her hair done. They need to go ring shopping. And I'm sure I have left alot of stuff out but my brain is kinda fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we are tackle as much as we can.  They were supposed to have called by now so that we can get this started, bu of course they haven't.  Whats the rush right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm getting a little pissy. I just want to get this over with. We just need to get things rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to make things more fun we are going to moving rays stuff here and there. and we have to make room in maria's house for all his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah for today...I want to get this started so that my babysitter can get some rest. Sorry melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2908440587852967912?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2908440587852967912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2908440587852967912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2908440587852967912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2908440587852967912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/bordum.html' title='bordum'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4328971265910156163</id><published>2008-01-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:51:53.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>This is not a new story. This is probably a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; that you are sick of, but it popped into my brain last night and i couldn't stop laughing in my head.  Now it is stuck in  my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago we bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. The kids were so over joyed. They play it all the time. I think that their favorite game is bowling. Anyways, since day one my son Jacob calls the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;  a us. How cute is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Mom can we play the US?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the US what the crap is this. So after a couple times of him asking he shows me and I figure out what he is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would get a good laugh every time. Now he knows what it is called and we don't get that little laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm thinking back and laughing---  Ha Ha Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4328971265910156163?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4328971265910156163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4328971265910156163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4328971265910156163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4328971265910156163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-2490236778534847413</id><published>2008-01-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:00:59.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chores</title><content type='html'>Today I have to clean my dirty house. This is a chore I don't do everyday. Unfortunately for my family. I don't know why I can't do this. It has to be the easiest thing in the world. If there is a mess clean it up. You would think that I would do that but---I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the dishes and there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them. They were so dirty. Now i have to put away my laundry. I washed it and threw the pile on the couch. Not just one load but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 7 loads. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uuuuggghh&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to put these cloths away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will. I can do this. I can be a normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt; and mother. I can do the things that a wife and mother should do. So here I go----I'm gonna do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-2490236778534847413?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/2490236778534847413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=2490236778534847413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2490236778534847413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/2490236778534847413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/chores.html' title='chores'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-1004404708697821850</id><published>2008-01-11T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:08:59.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Today we have mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;steve&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sara&lt;/span&gt; and maria over for some dessert and coffee. We ended having brownies and vanilla ice cream. They were good. anyways we played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;.   then we got bored and played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;. that to got boring so we ended up playing scene it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt;. that was fun but as usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; won. ass hole loser. Now we are trying to pick a movie. I don't know how many movies we own but there is nothing to watch. we can not agree on anything. I think we seriously picked up every movie and denied them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; argue over which movie is lame and which one is not. I don't know how they grew up together, you would think they would like the same stuff but as it turns out they do not. I think that i am tired. I hope they pick something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE    END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-1004404708697821850?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1004404708697821850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=1004404708697821850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1004404708697821850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/1004404708697821850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4609397268941263456</id><published>2008-01-08T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:25:01.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Survivors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R4Q66b5atJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AaI9sxJFzVY/s1600-h/100_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153308649214096530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R4Q66b5atJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AaI9sxJFzVY/s320/100_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my survivors. If you notice they each have their own walking sticks. These sticks they picked out on they're own. Well first Phillip picked out his stick which he brought every where on our trip. Once the kids noticed they of course wanted one too. &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;So slowly they found a stick of their own. They used them to walk with for I think about 20 Minutes, then they were turned into swords. Then they turned into MOM MY ARM HURTS I CAN'T HOLD THIS ANYMORE. Which made our 10 mile hike so much more fun.&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;They still have those sticks at the house, here they are used more for swords, but they keep them against the house just in case we go camping. I want to burn these sticks in the fire place. But how can I. It is just so cute that they want to be like they're dorky daddy. I can't imagine there will many more years that they do want to do anything that he is doing.&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;So as hard as it is, I'm just gonna sit back and watch my husband turn our kids into walking stick carring dorks until they are done with him. If that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4609397268941263456?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4609397268941263456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4609397268941263456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4609397268941263456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4609397268941263456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/survivors.html' title='The Survivors'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R4Q66b5atJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AaI9sxJFzVY/s72-c/100_2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8356918328878673127</id><published>2008-01-07T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:06:07.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I met my husband Part 2</title><content type='html'>So not ever been anywhere for more the 2-3 hours  with this guy,we are on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fransisco&lt;/span&gt;. I know him but not really know him, so jumping in the car like that was crazy. I didn't call my sister and tell her that I  was going and he didn't call his family either. IMPULSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5:30 a.m. And nothing was open. It was SO cold. (when we left Yuba City the weather   was nice.) We had one sweater between us so we kept trading off and on. We were waiting for some store- any store to open so we could pick up one more sweater. We got one and headed toward the beach. It was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for a while and then we laid down a blanket and sat and talked. Little did i know he was going to nap and i was on my own for a couple of hours. So when he finally awakes we head back toward the pier where he eats a clam chowder bowl.  YUCK.  I was  so hungry, but i didn't want him to know plus i couldn't eat in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he spent the day showing me all his favorite sights. It was all so pretty but (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; if you knew him then you knew what kind of car he had) I swear it was so freaking scary. We watched the sun go down and I think we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;headed&lt;/span&gt; home around 9:00 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home he kept falling asleep.  He is asking me to sing with him. I'm like what-No i can't do that. So he drove  in and out of sleep and some how we made it home.   I then had to make that call to my sister and let her know that I am alive and that I was sorry for scaring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was about two days later and i still hadn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a call from him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking what the hell. So I call him. Of course he has this lame story about how he was about to call me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; Right. Anyways from then on we would talk on the phone for a minimum of 4 hours a day. I have no idea about what, but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then later found out that He had a date- the day we were coming home from the beach and he blew her off for me. I thought that was sweet because this was the girl is was in love with. He finally had his chance with her and he didn't take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8356918328878673127?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8356918328878673127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8356918328878673127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8356918328878673127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8356918328878673127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-i-met-my-husband-part-2.html' title='How I met my husband Part 2'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4758296375994616093</id><published>2008-01-03T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:05:08.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I met my husband</title><content type='html'>Well I started working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; after high school. I worked whatever shift they wanted me to work. Phillip was still in high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; so he could only work at nights and on the weekends. I think about six months into working there I finally started catching the same shift as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't like him. He was slow and kinda annoying. But as time went by and we started working together I started to like him. I remember on days that he wasn't working i would be sad. And of course on days that he was working i was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would both work drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; together and It was kinda fun because you are in a small area and we would always rub against each other. He would always look down my shirt, and to be honest i would make it so he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i needed a ride home. I think my sister volunteered him to take me home. It must have been the most quiet ride ever. We pulled up to my apartment and i just hopped out. I was kinda bummed because i wanted him to make a move and he didn't. (I later found out he wanted to too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally he graduated high school and he was accepted into college in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chico&lt;/span&gt;. He said he was moving up there, so he wanted to take me out on a date before he left for my birthday. So we made a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocks on my door and I open it and in walks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phillip&lt;/span&gt; and four of his friends. ( I'm thinking what the hell, I thought this was a date.) so we go to dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carl's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;.- Big spender. I of course couldn't eat anything I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. When dinner was over the all decided that they had to use the bathroom but they didn't want to use the one there so we went to brads house. As soon as they got out of the car Phillip took off. I have to admit I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hilcrest&lt;/span&gt; park. We talked and played and of course flirted. My god what do i have to do to get him to kiss me. Finally he made his move and after that we made out for a hour or so. I think it was like 1:&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and he says hey lets go to the beach. I without any thought say OK. We hopped in his piece of crap car and went...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4758296375994616093?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4758296375994616093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4758296375994616093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4758296375994616093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4758296375994616093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-i-met-my-husband.html' title='How I met my husband'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-3104890793761170660</id><published>2007-12-28T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:07:35.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3WqZ12NRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZlA39mH0fs/s1600-h/100_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149209109895922738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3WqZ12NRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZlA39mH0fs/s320/100_2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally hearing those words--Daddy's little girl--sends shivers up my spine, but in this picture that is clearly the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture. On this particular day she wouldn't leave daddy's side. I think we were on a walk back from the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-3104890793761170660?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3104890793761170660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=3104890793761170660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3104890793761170660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3104890793761170660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little girl'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3WqZ12NRDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZlA39mH0fs/s72-c/100_2437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5188547256030075659</id><published>2007-12-26T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:27:08.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3M1A12NRCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U6BfQEgsVY0/s1600-h/Pre+christmas+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517087585322018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3M1A12NRCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U6BfQEgsVY0/s320/Pre+christmas+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can i say about this picture.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of my husband and my sister. It looks like he is violating her ass. To make his situation even worse--- take a look at his face. He looks like he is enjoying what he is doing. The part of my sisters face that you can see looks like she likes it too. (Just Kidding)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could tell you what is really going on, but I have no clue. So maybe you have some ideas to fit the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5188547256030075659?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5188547256030075659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5188547256030075659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5188547256030075659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5188547256030075659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-can-i-say-about-this-picture.html' title='Whats going on?'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R3M1A12NRCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U6BfQEgsVY0/s72-c/Pre+christmas+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-3249860675119694983</id><published>2007-12-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:45:19.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was fun. The kids are over joyed with they're gifts. It Gives me great pleasure to know that they got exactly what they want this year. They only took a break from they're game to get a couple hours of sleep. And you know what--that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with me. I had the best visit at grandmas house that i have ever had. they were so busy. That made them behave so well. I barely had to find something for them to do. It was nice. It won't last to long but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; take it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up I HAD FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-3249860675119694983?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3249860675119694983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=3249860675119694983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3249860675119694983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/3249860675119694983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4564550408361403507</id><published>2007-12-23T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:39:30.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Overs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R24pbl2NRBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-Ztj9RJsXnU/s1600-h/dress+up+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147096978123736082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R24pbl2NRBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-Ztj9RJsXnU/s320/dress+up+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my oldest daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaelina&lt;/span&gt;. She is eight years old. Every now and then I make the mistake of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; her they can have a slumber party and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; can stay up all night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Telling this to a normal child would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; because a normal child would pass out at some point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kaelina&lt;/span&gt;, if you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kaelina&lt;/span&gt; over for a sleep over and you make the mistake of mentioning that they can stay up all night, then your really in for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made that mistake today, December 22, 2007. She asked if her friend could stay the night. (to be honest i kinda said yes because i thought the girls mother would say no) Well they asked if they can stay up late. HERE IT IS  i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt; sure stay up all night if you want to.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; was i thinking. Do i not know my own child. So the night goes on and yes it is 1:30 in the morning and yes they are still awake. I think they are challenging each other who can stay awake the longest. Perhaps who can be loudest and the most annoying. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure who is winning)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the tricky part, Do i yell at them all night to please for the love of ANYTHING to please go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; bed. Or do i let them have their one night of fun. I think we all know what i want to do, but as hard as it is I'm gonna chill and hope that i get one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; hour of sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope it will be worth it and if it is BEWARE you and i mean anyone (strangers and all) will hear about this for a very, very, very long ass time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4564550408361403507?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4564550408361403507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4564550408361403507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4564550408361403507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4564550408361403507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleep-overs.html' title='Sleep Overs!!!'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R24pbl2NRBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-Ztj9RJsXnU/s72-c/dress+up+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-4670876925017074296</id><published>2007-12-20T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:24:17.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2qhGF2NRAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LVZ-mXVZQo/s1600-h/we+missed+mike+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146102650245039106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2qhGF2NRAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LVZ-mXVZQo/s320/we+missed+mike+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike is in the navy. He came home on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; December 16, 2007. He is going to be here for a month. When he leaves again I'm not sure where he w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; be. Maybe back to Japan for now. Any ways the point of this blog is that I didn't realize how much my children missed their uncle mike. When we see him they can't stay away from him. They want to sit by him even if that means they have to sit on him or on the floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that is so sweet. I talk about mike to the kids when he is gone and i show them on the map all the places he is. But I wasn't really sure if they remembered mike. I know now that they do remember him and they had missed him very much. They have made him cards and they are making him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; present. They are very proud of uncle mike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; and uncle Mike, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; to breakfast. while we were eating and conversing, somehow a story about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kaelina&lt;/span&gt; and a stranger had been brought up. Well mike was enraged. He did not like what he was hearing. He wanted to know who this person was. I know that nothing would ever come of this, but I was so happy that he felt this way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike has really grown in the last two-two and a half years. He left as a kid. Talking to him now it is so weird and different. I mean it is good but it is weird to think of mike as an adult. But he is just that-an adult. I know he feels bad about leaving his crew (or whatever that would be called) But I hope that he enjoys his time home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-4670876925017074296?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4670876925017074296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=4670876925017074296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4670876925017074296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/4670876925017074296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/uncle-mike.html' title='Uncle Mike'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2qhGF2NRAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6LVZ-mXVZQo/s72-c/we+missed+mike+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-5119117492423401036</id><published>2007-12-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:52:19.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2dMzV2NQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xFf78DMDEEM/s1600-h/Pre+christmas+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145165544215626738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2dMzV2NQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xFf78DMDEEM/s320/Pre+christmas+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Christmas&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Christmas is just that, It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.   This was the first time we did this and I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but it was so much fun! It was nice to have friends and family over to let lose and have fun. It was a day of celebration. No rules-no where to be. Even being a mom wasn't that hard on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture because we didn't pose (well i guess I did) you can see the genuine fun we were having. We May have looked fat and maybe our smile didn't look pretty, and as you can see the house was a mess. That is what happens when you have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part about that night is when we did our ornament exchange. It was so fun. Not only did we get a new ornament for our trees, But we each got a fun story behind them.&lt;br /&gt; I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; ornament with the words hanging down, it's super cute. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stold&lt;/span&gt; it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phillip&lt;/span&gt; which was a bad move for me because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; him to still an ornament from someone else. He got the very ornament that i didn't want him to get. It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; holding a foot ball. It is not cute but he likes it so how can i complain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next year when we get to do it again. I know it will be as fun  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; even funner. We are still going to have our Christmas eve gathering but I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;  better so far. Here are my reasons: First I get to have my two favorite people ever there-Harmony and Phillip. Second and this one may be a little bit selfish but i can't help myself  but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; isn't for kids (they are welcome to be here and have fun and do what they what) but it is more for the adults. We can play our games and drink our drinks and talk our talk and it's cool because the kids were so busy with their games that they really didn't care what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-5119117492423401036?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5119117492423401036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=5119117492423401036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5119117492423401036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/5119117492423401036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/pre-christmas-pre-christmas-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R2dMzV2NQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xFf78DMDEEM/s72-c/Pre+christmas+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-8999047743452155599</id><published>2007-12-09T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:02:52.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A star on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R1ynHCTIn_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RDH1Ar9brVY/s1600-h/yah+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142168613868314610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R1ynHCTIn_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RDH1Ar9brVY/s320/yah+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This our Christmas tree. It is looking sadder and sadder every year. It looks like it is starting to bend in the middle of the tree. Well i guess it looks OK but, it needs help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Under the tree is my husband. He is trying to fix the one part of the tree that i like. The tree skirt. It is so cute. It has a snowman-- nope it has two snowmen. I don't know what they are doing. There are some stars all around it. (It really is cuter than i made it sound to be.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that being said I can't wait for Christmas. I am almost child like. I want to wrap up the presents and stick them under the tree. I can't because then my kids won't believe in Santa. It's hard but i can wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow we will be putting up our Christmas lights. My kids are so excited. They claim that you don't have REAL Christmas spirit until you decorate the outside of your house. So tomorrow we are going to have real Christmas spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-8999047743452155599?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8999047743452155599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=8999047743452155599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8999047743452155599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/8999047743452155599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/star-on-top.html' title='A star on top'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/R1ynHCTIn_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RDH1Ar9brVY/s72-c/yah+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-400622474135045616</id><published>2007-12-02T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:06:24.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial Tone</title><content type='html'>MY PHONE IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I received my last phone call on November 21, 2007. Out of nowhere it breaks well not even breaks i loose my dial tone. just gone. If you called me and got a busy signal, it was because i lost my dial tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i try everything i can think of.  I called my dad to fix it, still no luck.&lt;br /&gt;I called the phone company and they run some tests and they say that there is nothing wrong on their end. they tell me that they can have a tech guy sent out in a couple days. So i ask them if there will be a charge and they say yes because you do not have insurance on your phone. What the hell- i didn't know you could even buy insurance for your home phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today out of nowhere my phone rings. Scares the poo out of me.  I haven't heard that sound in a long time. What the freak, how did it start working again.  I don't understand and I'm not sure if it will last- but it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075084640048233169-400622474135045616?l=makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/feeds/400622474135045616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2075084640048233169&amp;postID=400622474135045616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/400622474135045616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075084640048233169/posts/default/400622474135045616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingsandwhiches.blogspot.com/2007/12/dial-tone.html' title='Dial Tone'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17835994540671385268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGAAApTdzlc/SePlSfarmCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HB_zCF3Ff1k/S220/march+25,+2009+047.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075084640048233169.post-3015883687487858852</id><published>2007-11-20T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:46:46.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me take you back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooh&lt;/span&gt; about 2 weeks ago. I'm sitting at my dinning room table, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got my computer my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt; and a massive stack of bills to be filed and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stack&lt;/span&gt; to be paid. I'm happy and having a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the table to get my coffee which my sister had brought me. It has a lid, so i know i will be careful not to spill on my gadgets. After working on my pile for a while i decide that i can use a break. I go check on the kids and I watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well now if i feel like i can start doing my work again, so i'm heading toward the table b-bopping along ( singing about how i was gonna pay my pills) i creep closer to the table still dancing away. now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right up on the table and what should happen...... i bump my coffee cup and watch it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly i shout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't move. I just watched it slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of the cup directly on to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Finally i snap out of it, but do i pick up the cup to stop the spill.. no instead i walk all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the kitchen and grab some paper towels. I finally take my half emptied cup of coffee off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i began to clean the mess but i know deep in my soul that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the heart breaking surgery of unscrewing the screw so i can dry the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but its to massive. There is nothing i can do. So i tell my self to give it one day. Just one day to dry up. so i eagerly wait, and the next day comes and .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DIDN'T MAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i gather all her parts and pieces and i place her oh so gently into the trash can. I'm feeling sad for the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I walk outside to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; helping my son into the truck when i spot out of the corner of my eye THE TRASH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back all the good and the bad memories of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As he pulls into my driveway all i can do is watch as he dumps my trash can into the smelly, disgusting trash compartment. I listen and can hear the crushing of  the items inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently say one last goodbye and i never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not feel this way about their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i obviously do.   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