<?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-3863566088448977565</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:56:28.116-08:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='misunderstood speech'/><category term='clowns'/><category term='loud noises'/><category term='beethove'/><category term='e-mail'/><category term='silliness'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='music'/><category term='bungee jumping'/><category term='accident'/><category term='fears'/><category term='skateboarding'/><category term='kids'/><category term='fighting'/><category term='runny nose'/><title type='text'>Yours + Mine =Ours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8472395061365289434</id><published>2011-06-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:57:08.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten years</title><content type='html'>I just had my ten year high school reunion had a lot of fun and now that it is over I have been sitting and reflecting how I have changed in ten years, how life has changed in ten years. Ten years ago I was 17, freshly graduated and high on life, ready to go into the Army after one last summer of fun. &lt;div&gt;September 11 2001 we all know this day, it was the day that changed a lot things about our world. It was a culture shock to me, things would never go back to the way they were. I turned 18 10 days later and went to boot camp in January 2002 didn't make it through apparently running is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. March 2002 "Met" first husband "A" fell in love and married him in November after he got done with boot camp and all that I was now a Navy wife, I moved from my home and everyone/everything I knew to Corona California to start my new life, soon moved to Coronado so A and I could be together easier, It wasn't easy and in 2004 we divorced. That was the year I got into bad things that could have gotten me into a lot of trouble had I gotten caught. That was also the year I became a mom. July 29 2004 the turning point in my life. Up until that point it had been me me me, now I had Boo and was a single mom time to grow up huh? I started school still rather much in the same self imposed prison shell I confined myself to in High School to afraid of what others thought to enjoy myself. While in school I reconnected with an old flame "J" and rekindled that old flame and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 2005 I got married again (seeing a trend with November?) As with a lot marriages now a days I was pregnant when we got married and in June 2006 we got a happy healthy baby boy L.  J's and my marriage was rocky for many reasons a lot of them mine but a lot his as well. And being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; people that we are we thought another baby could help us and no sooner did we talk about it then my stubborn princess made her way past the pill and in January 2008 she was born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; but things did not change and in 2009 J moved us from Vegas back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pahrump&lt;/span&gt; where I got my first real job since school and we got our divorce. This is where I REALLY started to grow as a person, I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kuma&lt;/span&gt; and we fell in love fast (like we are talking weeks here) but instead of being half of a couple he encouraged me to be me first, he brought out the real me and I am sure some days everyone (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; him) wish he had not awakened the pain in the butt I really can be. I still have my days where I am insecure and I am nearly always Highly emotional but hiding my emotions for well over 10 years and suddenly being free to express my self well I go a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; crazy now and then. Here we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kuma&lt;/span&gt; and I have been together 21 months as of yesterday and I am engaged again only this time, its the real thing for better and for worse all the way, we have weathered hardships together already and thanks to him I know I can handle anything life throws my way and I can look forward to the next ten years knowing when I sit here and type then I am going to be saying "WOW what a ride!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8472395061365289434?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8472395061365289434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8472395061365289434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8472395061365289434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8472395061365289434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2011/06/ten-years.html' title='Ten years'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6664725979591595292</id><published>2011-04-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:11:07.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin So Soft Hair removal cream</title><content type='html'>Guys just move on you don't want to read this LoL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok Ladies as you all know I sell Avon so I brag about it anyway but this stuff is truely AWESOME in the past I have used Nair and learned that I have a major reaction to it so I have been shaving my legs with good ol' Shaving cream and razor, BLEH what a pain right? So when I saw Avon had a "Skin so Soft Hair removal cream" you bet I bought it! I did the test patch just to be safe and had no issue then I went ahead and used it on my legs and OMG it is fantastic just a few minutes and then wipe off with a wet rag and my legs were smoother than any razor ever got them! It has been 3 days since I used it, no razor burn, and I am only just now getting a teeny bit of stubble. This stuff is GREAT and I 100% endorse it. It is cheaper than razors, shaving cream, even some wax kits, it is less painful than waxing, no chance of cutting yourself, and no buying razors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6664725979591595292?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6664725979591595292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6664725979591595292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6664725979591595292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6664725979591595292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2011/04/skin-so-soft-hair-removal-cream.html' title='Skin So Soft Hair removal cream'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7971508202983732126</id><published>2011-03-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:07:36.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.bzzagent.com/image/factorTree.jpg?Type=activity&amp;amp;Campaign=5104699704&amp;amp;Uid=301155&amp;amp;token=cb7551744637a599b6f45a512a493bb1" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo did so well with The factor tree. I am so proud of him. If you are a mommy with school age kids reading this I totaly suggest you check it out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7971508202983732126?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7971508202983732126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7971508202983732126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7971508202983732126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7971508202983732126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2011/03/boo-did-so-well-with-factor-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2425629751202539702</id><published>2011-01-12T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:11:14.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TS3dvXOdRYI/AAAAAAAADvw/3idKE4WilYo/s1600/HPIM1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TS3dvXOdRYI/AAAAAAAADvw/3idKE4WilYo/s320/HPIM1660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561344920630674818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am writing this 6 days before she turns 3 and I will show this to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; in 13 years. I am cracking up at my silly girl. She is under the impression (I have no clue where she came up with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) That she is a princess and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. My Princess will wear her "Princess dress" (A black and blue tutu I bought around Halloween) With her Pajama's, her blue jeans, anything. She Loves her "Pretties" (all her play jewelry), She like having "Pretties" on her face (Mommy's Make-up), and having her hair done "All Pretty". Pretty is a big party of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Princess's&lt;/span&gt; world. She can make your heart melt just by saying 3 words and it isn't the normal ones that will make a parent turn to mush  it is "I need you" Her way of saying "I just need a hug right now" She already has a love for all things Chocolate, all things Pink (including piggies), and all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt;. At times I fear I have a diva on my hands but she is my diva and at least she listens to her mommy (at least for now) She "Absolutely loves" the cartoon Eloise and looks at clouds and asks if that is where the care bears are. I love her childhood innocence and look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to her birthdays to come. I hope this one is magical and memorable even if she is only three. Her dad and I (who just recently divorced) along with two of our friends are taking her to Disneyland. It is for her and her brother that J and I put aside our differences and can get together for things such as birthday's I hope that both of them know how much we both love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2425629751202539702?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2425629751202539702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2425629751202539702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2425629751202539702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2425629751202539702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-princess.html' title='My princess'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TS3dvXOdRYI/AAAAAAAADvw/3idKE4WilYo/s72-c/HPIM1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8732698045328153021</id><published>2011-01-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:41:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year</title><content type='html'>Alright the new year is here and time to make some goals&lt;div&gt;Financial Goal- I am going to get my finances in order. I can't count how many months I have freaked out because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;juggling&lt;/span&gt; to much and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; what I spend. That ends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self Improvement goal- I am going to live for me. Obviously I have kids so there is only so much living for me I can do but I am going to take "X" amount of time most likely a half hour or something somewhere in which I will read, take a bath, maybe go for a walk something that is for me and not with someone else I deserve a little me time and by golly I am going to take it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt; goal-well I have not firmly set this one but something is going to change I can not continue in the path we are in now. Love goes so far then it takes work and well I won't air all my dirty laundry here but lets just say I need a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work Goal- I am going to start each work day with a positive attitude. I am going to let the trivial stuff that bugs me, roll off my back because if I let people bother me then I am giving them control of me. Be it a co-worker or a customer, even if I have to count to ten 50 times a day I will control my temper and thereby making work that much more enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8732698045328153021?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8732698045328153021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8732698045328153021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8732698045328153021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8732698045328153021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New year'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-206895822855538483</id><published>2010-12-01T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:34:57.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant about rules</title><content type='html'>First if you really know me or are related to me let me assure you nothing is wrong I am still me and have not been abducted by aliens or whatever. Also if I offend anyone well how to put this gently... I am not forcing you to read this so get over it and move on. Now on to my rant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules. I like rules, they are there for a reason weather or not you think that reason or rule is silly, it has a purpose. It may-be to keep you safe, to keep others safe, or just because the person in charge wanted it that way for a reason of their own. I do wonder about some wacky laws like how in Georgia it is illegal to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or street lamp. But you know that law or rule is there for a reason. I don't like it when people take it upon themselves to decide that they know better than the rules. Some people think that just because that rule does not fit in with what they want to do then it is not necessary or meaningful and so they bend, break, or just flat out ignore the rule. For example (this is only an example not real that I know of) a restaurant closes at 9 every night, well one night they close at 8:30 because they want to go home, the boss never checks on them that late so it is no big deal right? Well that night the boss brings a VIP by and sees that they are closed and suddenly everyone looses in this situation the Boss possibly looses the respect of the VIP and the workers all loose respect of their Boss if not their jobs as well. All because they closed a half hour early. It wasn't a major rule only 30 minutes but it had major consequences. There are times where nothing would have happened the boss could have not shown up and nothing would have happened all would be fine, but it could have been avoided perhaps by calling the boss or what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is my rant thanks for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-206895822855538483?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/206895822855538483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=206895822855538483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/206895822855538483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/206895822855538483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/12/rant-about-rules.html' title='A rant about rules'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7303094050611056615</id><published>2010-11-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:28:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When momma bears get pissed...</title><content type='html'>Ok so what would you do if the person who asked to take your kids trick or treating while you worked took all of their "good candy" you know the candy that when you were a kid you shouted "SCORE!!!" when you saw it. The chocolate bars, Smarties, sugar babies, etc. Well some people have said "well how old are the kids, if they are young enough they won't notice" Well my youngest is nearly 3 and the oldest is 6 and let me tell you HE did notice! Now here is another question what do you do when the person who did this was someone close to your family may even one day be family and have watched the kids for 3 years off and on? I am sickened I know full well she might read this and I am fine with that because I can't think of what I want to say I am so mad. I mean what is a mom to do when she finds out that the 9 hours a day that she HAS to be away from her kids so she can pay for a house for them to live in her kids are being yelled at all day even on Halloween when kids are meant to be kids, be rowdy. They spent their Halloween being yelled at to "Shut up, just shut up" or "Sit down right now" My Kids are not monsters even if that is what I call them, I call them monsters as a term of endearment. Kuma, and I went to the store day after Halloween and bought $20.00 of 50% off candy and the other person watching the kids on Halloween (how I know what all happened) bought them each a bag of candy so in all the kids made out like bandits but it doesn't change the fact that someone they all love literally stole candy from them... What would you do if you were in my place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7303094050611056615?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7303094050611056615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7303094050611056615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7303094050611056615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7303094050611056615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-momma-bears-get-pissed.html' title='When momma bears get pissed...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2661627220233787968</id><published>2010-10-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:09:43.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Roosevelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; No one can make you feel inferior;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; without your consent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; font-size: medium;"&gt;This quote is one that helps me get through my day, If you know me then you know I have in the past let people walk all over me. I can blame this that and the other thing but I have come to realize that the only reason anyone "walks all over me" Is because I let them. Well about a year ago I decided I had enough and began to become the woman I know that I am. Starting with living by those words. I began to stand up for myself instead of just standing by and being taken advantage of. I have shocked some people and amazed others with my transformation; but it has not been for others that I have been doing this it is for me and me alone. Today I went looking for other quotes by this strong, wise woman and found a good number of them and Here they are for you to enjoy as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); line-height: 26px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;• People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• A woman is like a tea bag- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• Friendship with oneself is all-important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• It is not fair to ask of others what you are unwilling to do yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;• The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2661627220233787968?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2661627220233787968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2661627220233787968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2661627220233787968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2661627220233787968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/10/eleanor-roosevelt.html' title='Eleanor Roosevelt'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3274217881758256132</id><published>2010-10-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:07:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo's Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I did it. After 2 months of "mommy I want my hair like Nathanial's" I gave my 6 year old a Mohawk and he LOVES it *laughs* he is now just like 3 other 6 year olds in his class with Mohawks it makes me wonder what other 80's/90's crazes are my generation going to inflict on our kids *laughs* Boo loves his new do and along with his "Hawk" he wore a shirt proclaiming "I'm with the band" *Laughs* How funny huh? Well here is the photo proof it is blue in the pics because I got carried away and used the Halloween spray in color for him lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TKs_EWJ96dI/AAAAAAAADss/_6Eku_9P9KM/s320/100_5108.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524578711799458258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3274217881758256132?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3274217881758256132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3274217881758256132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3274217881758256132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3274217881758256132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/10/boos-mohawk.html' title='Boo&apos;s Mohawk'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TKs_EWJ96dI/AAAAAAAADss/_6Eku_9P9KM/s72-c/100_5108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-784748549726431582</id><published>2010-10-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:00:00.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>Ok so I lost internet for a little bit there here's what you have missed. The brandy well not so good lol no more apartment living for me and my herd Kuma and I signed a lease on a house! YAY!! it is perfect for us now if only we could find a room mate! We moved into the house thinking a friend was going to rent out our extra room but here we are two months into our lease and no roommate grrr ah well it will work out! ummm Onto the kiddos stepish son started 4th grade stepish daughter and Booness are first graders now! L is doing good really into Thomas the tank engine and toy story and H Is my princess and loves anything Cinderella and tinker bell lol. Kuma and I are doing great we just hit our one year mark can't believe that this past year FLEW! I've been working at the PN for almost a year and a half making this my longest job held (Besides being mommy of course!) and thats about it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-784748549726431582?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/784748549726431582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=784748549726431582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/784748549726431582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/784748549726431582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-16337806196856442</id><published>2010-06-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:08:31.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach brandy day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCjkxFioXCI/AAAAAAAADsY/cL__uDHTODU/s1600/100_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCjkxFioXCI/AAAAAAAADsY/cL__uDHTODU/s320/100_4835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487887677903100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told the guys on my line about my millions of peaches and one says "hey you can make peach brandy in a 10x10 cell, I bet you can make it even better at home" So cross your fingers ladies and gents I am attempting to make peach brandy and you are coming along on the ride (too bad I can only share the pictures and not the smell as I embark on this venture :) )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-16337806196856442?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/16337806196856442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=16337806196856442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/16337806196856442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/16337806196856442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/06/peach-brandy-day-one.html' title='Peach brandy day one'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCjkxFioXCI/AAAAAAAADsY/cL__uDHTODU/s72-c/100_4835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2891133934138068904</id><published>2010-06-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:32:55.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millions of peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is harvest time or rapidly coming up on serious harvest time. Today we took the kids, my brothers JW and myself and went to my grandpa's house and picked peaches keep in mind this is just one young tree the poor thing was so weighted down with fruit we are going to get lots of various preserves from these babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puree'd peaches for Jams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCPLS6VJQyI/AAAAAAAADsM/XVPgJqKuFrA/s320/100_4825.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486452296823423778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peach Juice for Jellies and Syrups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCPLSX0UJjI/AAAAAAAADsE/nNpHEsWceOk/s320/100_4826.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486452287558919730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mess LoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCPLR8Tn73I/AAAAAAAADr8/HkddqIK4dRg/s320/100_4827.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486452280174047090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these are left AFTER I have made the above &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCPLRVNt2yI/AAAAAAAADr0/OMdamZhZZAI/s320/100_4832.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486452269680286498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Sigh* I have been looking forward to this since January but now that I am here I am exhausted already LOL Just wait until September I will be begging for harvest season to end but well for now I will say  Anyone want to buy some yummy yummy peach preserves? I am for sure making the following flavors in possibly all these varieties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jam, Jelly, Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Peach, Peach jalapeño, Peach Raspberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2891133934138068904?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2891133934138068904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2891133934138068904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2891133934138068904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2891133934138068904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/06/millions-of-peaches.html' title='Millions of peaches'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/TCPLS6VJQyI/AAAAAAAADsM/XVPgJqKuFrA/s72-c/100_4825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5637831322147269796</id><published>2010-06-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:58:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.youravon.com/mharris2403"&gt;My Avon Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by the name of this post and the link above I have started to sell Avon products I am very excited about this venture and with the help of those around me I am sure I will achieve the goals i have set for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5637831322147269796?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5637831322147269796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5637831322147269796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5637831322147269796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5637831322147269796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/06/avon.html' title='AVON!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7020974635654187352</id><published>2010-05-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:56:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>So I love My Kids, All of them mine by blood and mine by JW but every two week my littles go to their dads house my oldest goes to my moms house and JWs are at their moms house so it is just JW and me. Last night we took advantage of no kids and went to the bar with some friends C and I We shoot a little pool played a little Beer pong listened to I sing and danced a bit in general had a good time. I have not had so much fun in a long time either kids prevented it or someone was ashamed of me too much to take me somewhere like that or whatever the case for whatever reason last night was the first time in nearly 27 years that I have gone out to a bar with friends, and the first time in who knows how long I relaxed enough around a large number of people to just be me and have fun, no hiding behind an excuse or a mask just cut loose and had real fun and it wasn't even a lot of alcohol for me it was mostly just me and that is refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7020974635654187352?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7020974635654187352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7020974635654187352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7020974635654187352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7020974635654187352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7505090726507463686</id><published>2010-03-25T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:27:41.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hard week</title><content type='html'>this week felt like it has gone on forever it starts with my learning a lesson about trusting people if I appear to be a little more withdrawn I am sorry I just learned the hard way gossip mongers and backstabbers didnt stay in high school they just got better at it...also I went to the doctor because of my constant back pain and was diagnosed with scolioius(no comments about jeff dunham and polious are need the fam took care of that already lol ) i am on two pain releaver/ muscle relaxers and start physical therepy next week. and lastly my washer machine broke and i have about a thousand loads of laundry to do lol so if you live in pahrump or las vegas and know of a cheep working washer for sale lemme know please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7505090726507463686?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7505090726507463686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7505090726507463686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7505090726507463686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7505090726507463686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-week.html' title='a hard week'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1080599046201525415</id><published>2010-03-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:26:46.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start</title><content type='html'>And so here I am taking inspiration from a friend and vowing to blog at least once a week! This week has been totally wicked awesome! I reconnected with a friend from my child hood we have not seen each other of talked in 16 years! and yet we are both in the culinary field of work *Laughs* I am on cloud 9 and my mind has been racing remembering all the good times we had as kids and now we are grown each with 3 kids of our own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a short blog but next weeks will be longer i promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1080599046201525415?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1080599046201525415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1080599046201525415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1080599046201525415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1080599046201525415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-start.html' title='A new start'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-940596658338338980</id><published>2009-12-15T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:48:39.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and the Holidays</title><content type='html'>Holidays are times where in my mind anyways people should set aside their differeces with others and be civil if not even nice. But not in my life it seems. My boyfriends ex is just doing everything she possibly can to make the Holidays miserable for us and in turn their kids are going to suffer for it. If it were just us that would be hurt by her bitter spitful actions well I'd say Bring it on because I am capable of returning fire (not that i enjoy sinking to that low but I could if pushed enough) but come on what about the kids seriously D is nearly 9 and C is 5 they still believe Christmas is a magical time of year. For her to use them as pawns in here little games just tears me apart as I am sure any GOOD mother would agree with me. Now I am not calling her a bad mom by any means she has managed to raise 2 great kids and therefore clearly she knows what is best for them but it seem right now she just doesnt have her head on straight or something because she is thinking only what is best for her and never mind about her kids. I am just ranting a little here a place where I can vent my frustrations since I won't go to her level and rail at her. She has gone as far as to say I am a druggie. Wow that is very imaginitve of her. Give me the test. That is one I will pass with flying colors. she says my home is "Unsafe" and yet I manage to have anywhere from 1, 3 or sometimes 5 kids and the worst any of them get hurt is by the kids themselves fighting and well kids fight even best of friends do. But whatever once again have some one come into my home and evaluate it, they will find a loving home that is a little small but every kid has a bed and food in their bellies and are well taken care of what more is nessesary. if you want to go a step further every kid has Christmas presents waiting to be wrapped and there are tons of toys to play with and child movies to watch. I am so frustrated I really am what can I do to prove to her (and why do I have to do anything) that I am not a bad person that I have all the kids best interests at heart the only thing I ask is she stops being a pest JW is not with her anymore not because of me but because she pushed him away. I did NOT steal him away from her in any way but she insists on blameing me at every turn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-940596658338338980?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/940596658338338980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=940596658338338980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/940596658338338980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/940596658338338980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/12/stress-and-holidays.html' title='Stress and the Holidays'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-982408804596094249</id><published>2009-11-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:46:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since last I blogged the biggest change is I met/re-met someone. We have hit it off and are doing splendid. He has 2 children on top of the 3 I already have so in the future (if I ever get constant internet back and get back into blogging) My blogs will even more hilarity thanks to kids. Both of us are cooks so there maybe some new recipes posted as well. In addition to my personal life JW has also  helped me in a business level together we are creating Shelly's Jellies &amp; More we make homemade Jellies and Jams and will be moving on to conserves and preserves. We have been working on this business for a bit over a month or so and already have a few customers who are referring us to others this is a truly enjoyable and exciting time in my life and has made me more aware of realizing how great life truly is even when things seem low there is always the possibility of a light at the end of the tunnel and bigger and better things heading your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-982408804596094249?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/982408804596094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=982408804596094249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/982408804596094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/982408804596094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2876836590808110752</id><published>2009-09-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:20:19.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine...</title><content type='html'>I say this 20 times a day I say it to myself "I'm Fine" as if just saying that makes it all better. I have my good days and bad days. Even though I really am "OK" with all this (the divorce) and I am "FINE" I still find myself thinking how do I manage to drive away the people I love. This is my second divorce and I am only 26. So in the back of my mind I feel as if there is something about me that makes it so difficult. ok now I know I am "Easy on the eyes" (I get told as much at least a few times a day lol)And I am in general a good person no HUGE flaws in my charecter that I know of. I am working on the whole confidence thing and even that is getting better. I am hurting, I am hurting because the man I wanted to be with forever sees me as just a friend and I have heard that line so many times in some variation, "You are one of the guys" "I see you as a sister" "friends forever ok?" *Sigh* And yet I also hear (Since I work with a bunch of guys) that guys and girls can't be friends. It is the whole when Harry met Sally thing. So which is it? "Lets be friends" Or I am attracted to you. And IF you are attracted to me why do you insist on being "Just friends" *Sigh* ok enough rambleing I guess... I guess I just need one of my "JUST FRIENDS" to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2876836590808110752?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2876836590808110752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2876836590808110752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2876836590808110752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2876836590808110752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8385501967521130637</id><published>2009-09-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:01:17.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 2 days!</title><content type='html'>2 posts in 2 days surely I must be mad. (Not I'm not and please don't call me Shirley ha ha If you don't know where that is from you HAVE to watch airplane!!!) anyways here I am at the Library in my home town stealing a few moments of internet time. I gave you a general run down of where I am in my life yesterday now here is an update on my dear minions.&lt;div&gt;Boo started Kindergarten this year he loves it as we all knew he would. He does not like that i give him rides to school (we live too close for the bus) but he will just have to get over that lol. He is getting so big he turned 5 in July can you belive that! I can't lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L- Well my little monster boy is not happy he is not in school but he is doing ok he is not being as mean to his sister which is good he is getting big as well 3years old and knows everything! *Laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- My princess is turning out to be everything i dreamed and more *Laughs* she loves her babies, pretties, and purses oh and her SHOES that is her favorite thing Shoes *Laughs* She loves having me put her hair up and getting dressed in the mornings. she is talking more and more I think i will blink and she will be 2 already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to much else is happening other than if J cannot or will not move out soon I am thinking I will just because I am anxious to start the next stage of my life whatever that maybe but I know that I cannot do that while still living with my almost ex husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8385501967521130637?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8385501967521130637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8385501967521130637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8385501967521130637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8385501967521130637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-in-2-days.html' title='2 in 2 days!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2715394044671399493</id><published>2009-09-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:27:09.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while huh</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that I do not have constant internet my Blog posts have been sorely lacking as of late but it is something I NEED to do or surely I will go insane. So much has happened lately the biggest blow is my upcoming Divorce from the man who dispite everything that is happening I still find that I love him even if he views me as just a friend. I have had the oppertunity to go out on dates and one night I did but it did not feel quite right after wards.and because of that even though J says that I am free to date I don't. I will admit though it is extreamly flattering to work with a bunch of guys each of who has admited something like this "If I were not taken" or "If I were 20 years younger" or something like that *Laughs*my job is a pain I do the same thing day in and out but I love going to work because I enjoy the friendly banter between my friends/ work family. The "Head" of our family would be Chef of course, the bratty Brother would be RK who never stops talking. Ever. The eccentric Uncle would be D. the "Cool" brother would be RY, and the friend who is over more that not would be J. As for me well as flattering/ annoying as it is I am the "Hot girl next door" *Laughs*We all play our roles nicely and for the most part there is minimal bickering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2715394044671399493?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2715394044671399493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2715394044671399493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2715394044671399493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2715394044671399493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-while-huh.html' title='It has been a while huh'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3016399008813374827</id><published>2009-06-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:00:50.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Musical Awakening</title><content type='html'>So I am doing my nightly ritual of cleaning and rocking out to  &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;andora&lt;/a&gt; when Bush's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Er1bwzZCik0"&gt;Machinehead &lt;/a&gt; came on and suddenly I was remembering a time when I knew there was other music but all I listened to was country and oldies I was 14 when I had my "Musical awakening" I owe a lot to my boyfriend at the time, because of him I fell in love while listening to Bush's 16stone album and Metallica's Black album. To this day when I hear most songs of those two albums I am 14 again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after we broke up I continued to broaden my horizons listening to music I had shunned before him. Very soon I had over 500 cd's everything from country to rock n' roll from classical to RnB I was in love. Not with a boy but with music. Now I have zero musical talent but I can play a mean Mp3 *laughs* But something about music is magical almost. You can make memories in music. Things I have forgotten come back when a certin song is played and I can relive that memory as if it were moments and not years ago. Not all memories are good but all memories make up who I am today so I suppose to quote a Disney movie song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Music's in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hear it everyday, everynight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the one thing on my mind"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3016399008813374827?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3016399008813374827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3016399008813374827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3016399008813374827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3016399008813374827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-musical-awakening.html' title='My Musical Awakening'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7984017250656795047</id><published>2009-06-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:22:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fort kiddo part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihI_t8mV3I/AAAAAAAACy4/3k42RHUvSEA/s1600-h/100_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihI_t8mV3I/AAAAAAAACy4/3k42RHUvSEA/s320/100_3717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343601217377818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihI_Q7nwzI/AAAAAAAACyw/N3f4k-eYp9U/s1600-h/100_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihI_Q7nwzI/AAAAAAAACyw/N3f4k-eYp9U/s320/100_3719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343601209589089074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after h woke up the fort was destroyed thanks to her turning it into a nest lol but here are a couple pics of her with her pretty glasses playing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7984017250656795047?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7984017250656795047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7984017250656795047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7984017250656795047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7984017250656795047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/06/fort-kiddo-part-2.html' title='fort kiddo part 2'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihI_t8mV3I/AAAAAAAACy4/3k42RHUvSEA/s72-c/100_3717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4481377528565152701</id><published>2009-06-04T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:10:14.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Kiddo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bed room of the Fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFc7C5WPI/AAAAAAAACyo/bSa1Z8zZWGo/s1600-h/100_3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFc7C5WPI/AAAAAAAACyo/bSa1Z8zZWGo/s320/100_3704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597321063586034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L In the hall way of the fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFc5oYf4I/AAAAAAAACyg/ZaYInuwA7w8/s1600-h/100_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFc5oYf4I/AAAAAAAACyg/ZaYInuwA7w8/s320/100_3711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597320683945858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo in the Big room of the fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFcnQriKI/AAAAAAAACyY/FA2KRTR4qfA/s1600-h/100_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFcnQriKI/AAAAAAAACyY/FA2KRTR4qfA/s320/100_3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597315752691874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whole fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFcSXmn4I/AAAAAAAACyQ/zVJctV5m_IM/s1600-h/100_3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFcSXmn4I/AAAAAAAACyQ/zVJctV5m_IM/s320/100_3703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597310144585602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what happens when mommy is bored we make cool forts :) Soon to come Pics of the princess in the fort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4481377528565152701?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4481377528565152701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4481377528565152701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4481377528565152701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4481377528565152701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/06/fort-kiddo.html' title='Fort Kiddo'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SihFc7C5WPI/AAAAAAAACyo/bSa1Z8zZWGo/s72-c/100_3704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-928203979172867913</id><published>2009-05-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:54:02.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what doin mommy?</title><content type='html'>"What doin mommy" I hear this about 50 thousand times a day from L. I only exagerate a little bit. While I am doing laundry, "What doin mommy?" When I do the dishes "What doing mommy" And If I don't reply within 3 seconds I get an impatiant little boy tugging at my shorts and yelling "WHAT YOU DOIN MOMMY!?" *laughs* It is funny but I am ready for this phase to be done already. (he only started this, this week!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-928203979172867913?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/928203979172867913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=928203979172867913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/928203979172867913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/928203979172867913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-doin-mommy.html' title='what doin mommy?'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-9028572179456881781</id><published>2009-05-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:20:52.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sh12c3r9SSI/AAAAAAAACrY/MmKUadvhM5k/s1600-h/100_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sh12c3r9SSI/AAAAAAAACrY/MmKUadvhM5k/s320/100_3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This Is L's Birthday present from us this year. His birthday is a month off but no harm in letting him play right? 40.00 for all that plus a few trains as well. L woke up this morning at 6:30 am and it is now nearly 10:30 and he is STILL playing with it. He has not stopped for anything except potty breaks I think I deffinatly scored on this one! What do you think?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-9028572179456881781?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/9028572179456881781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=9028572179456881781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9028572179456881781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9028572179456881781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/05/trains.html' title='Trains'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sh12c3r9SSI/AAAAAAAACrY/MmKUadvhM5k/s72-c/100_3667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1652854649099194110</id><published>2009-05-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:46:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/ShRsCiV6j3I/AAAAAAAACCo/Rbq6MbunR_o/s1600-h/100_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/ShRsCiV6j3I/AAAAAAAACCo/Rbq6MbunR_o/s320/100_3601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is just ridiculus lol She has 6 "real" Cabbage patch kids/babies/premies and one imitation CP doll. Let me remind you that she is only 16 months *laughs* and she has one with her at all times she doesn't care which one but she always has one of them! (on the plus side All but the one with the long hair was mine or my brothers lol)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1652854649099194110?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1652854649099194110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1652854649099194110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1652854649099194110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1652854649099194110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-babys-babies.html' title='My Baby&apos;s babies'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/ShRsCiV6j3I/AAAAAAAACCo/Rbq6MbunR_o/s72-c/100_3601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5304916580303692272</id><published>2009-05-06T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:16:46.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a clean room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the toy boxes (yes they have two the spoiled boys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0jrGUoI/AAAAAAAABzI/EklWTzumNCA/s1600-h/100_3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0jrGUoI/AAAAAAAABzI/EklWTzumNCA/s320/100_3520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729054666052226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of their movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0qSFhFI/AAAAAAAABzA/GFkCcKIPDgo/s1600-h/100_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0qSFhFI/AAAAAAAABzA/GFkCcKIPDgo/s320/100_3514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729056440190034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;train tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0dfLn5I/AAAAAAAABy4/4l0Sj2iq0hw/s1600-h/100_3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0dfLn5I/AAAAAAAABy4/4l0Sj2iq0hw/s320/100_3513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729053005455250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the trains (i think we are missing a few...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0LSHlcI/AAAAAAAAByw/War10J6dOOE/s1600-h/100_3512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0LSHlcI/AAAAAAAAByw/War10J6dOOE/s320/100_3512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729048118826434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Dinos! (thier latest obcession)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGozqpKlYI/AAAAAAAAByo/4mQQfWBnjrQ/s1600-h/100_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGozqpKlYI/AAAAAAAAByo/4mQQfWBnjrQ/s320/100_3511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729039357121922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clean room sounds like a dream right? It does happen and I got photo proof! *laughs* Mind you mommy did most o the cleaning but hey it was clean (and trashed the next morning)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5304916580303692272?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5304916580303692272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5304916580303692272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5304916580303692272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5304916580303692272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean-room.html' title='a clean room'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SgGo0jrGUoI/AAAAAAAABzI/EklWTzumNCA/s72-c/100_3520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2973946954354408165</id><published>2009-04-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:03:18.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loud noises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bungee jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowns'/><title type='text'>Fear...</title><content type='html'>So I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; addict seriously I do those living social things all the time. You know pick your top five (Insert whatever here) and tonight I did one about fears. Now I can be a rather rational person I do think about things but no matter how rational you think you are everyone has a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irrationalness&lt;/span&gt; in them. mine are my fears some make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seance&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loosing&lt;/span&gt; my children. Be it by death or kidnapping, or running away, or when they grow up them wanting nothing to do with me that is a fear that any mother can understand, and the only one my rational mind can say say, "yep that is a good fear." of my other 4 I can rationalize 2 of them but you may still think me as being nuts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zombies, not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; zombies but like mutated humans from I am legend... that scares me out of my mind because I can see how that could maybe happen... biochemical warfare, or toxins in the water or food or whatever... yeah terrifying. Loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noises&lt;/span&gt; not kids shouting, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blaring&lt;/span&gt; or even sirens but fireworks, cannon fire, thunder...stuff like that. I KNOW why I am terrified of that. When I was a kid I saw my older brothers concert I couldn't have been more than 4 they played the 1812 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; complete with cannons I remember cowering under my mom coat and ever since then loud noises like that scare me out of my wits. (J thinks it is hilarious by the way the jerk.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now bring on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;irrationalities&lt;/span&gt;. Scary Clowns. I blame this on Stephen King as will many others with this fear. Thanks to that book and the movie IT my generation has a fear for clown and storm drains *laughs* I can't stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ICP&lt;/span&gt; not just because their music sucks but because they scare the crap out of me with that makeup and stuff (truthfully even KISS scares me with all the face paint but at least their music rocks my socks off) And lastly bungee jumping. You could offer me the world and I would not do it. The ONLY way I would EVER bungee jump is in the unlikely event of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; to bungee jump to save one of my kids... I can't even stand to watch people bungee jump... I have this fear of the cord being to long, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; out, or snapping, or my legs ripping off the list goes on and on. *laughs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the point to this blog was I guess I just need to write a bit before bed and so i write about what I fear the most of to dream land now... I sometimes question my sanity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2973946954354408165?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2973946954354408165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2973946954354408165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2973946954354408165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2973946954354408165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear.html' title='Fear...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6995377536912241203</id><published>2009-04-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:23:37.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy girl</title><content type='html'>Ok the princess CAN walk but she WON'T! Seriously she stands all on her own, when she isn't being goofy she walks with us holding her hands just fine she furniture cruises like nobodies bussiness but let  go of her hands and she flops on the floor and crawls... she is nearly 15 months and won't walk grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6995377536912241203?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6995377536912241203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6995377536912241203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6995377536912241203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6995377536912241203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-girl.html' title='Lazy girl'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4087595413829857994</id><published>2009-04-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:32:44.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skateboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>L's First Skateboarding accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeqZmeSx1rI/AAAAAAAABtg/t_xpNXkiu10/s1600-h/100_3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeqZmeSx1rI/AAAAAAAABtg/t_xpNXkiu10/s320/100_3490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238395564938930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the boys got a skateboard handed down to them, stupid mommy that I am had no problem with them sitting on it and riding with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;helmet&lt;/span&gt; thinking "how hurt can they get sitting down" well Yesterday we were all playing outside and suddenly Landon is screaming his head off. Mind you this is not unusual but for some reason I jumped up and ran to him and sure enough he had hit his head when he fell of the board it looks even worse today (pictures are from 10 min after the accident) because like a typical 2 year old he can't leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;owwy&lt;/span&gt; alone and keep scratching at it. So now the skateboard is put up until I buy 3 helmets. yes I am even buying the girl one because I am sure soon as she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decides&lt;/span&gt; to walk she will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chasing&lt;/span&gt; the boys trying to ride that stupid thing as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4087595413829857994?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4087595413829857994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4087595413829857994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4087595413829857994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4087595413829857994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/lfirst-skateboarding-accident.html' title='L&apos;s First Skateboarding accident'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeqZmeSx1rI/AAAAAAAABtg/t_xpNXkiu10/s72-c/100_3490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-877605368997485182</id><published>2009-04-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:30:08.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runny nose'/><title type='text'>my daughter and the snot sucker</title><content type='html'>Warning this is gross and funny :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my girl has a cold and a YUCKY nose and since she still can't blow her nose I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; that green bulb thingy that I so aptly call the snot sucker. Well my boys hated/hate that thing like I had to pin them down and do it while they were screaming bloody murder seriously. Well after a long night of tears from her and me. I found the trusty snot sucker. (I was thinking I had lost it...) and I go through the motions of pinning my child down picture this if you will a mommy and a princess who have both been up for nearly 20 hours at 4:30 am in the living room her laying on the floor mommy sitting between the girls legs pinning her legs, her arms, and holding her head with my legs. Now time for the screaming right? Nope she is giggleing. Ok so she thinks we are playing right sure she is going to scream soon as the snot sucker starts sucking. So I go ahead and get to work it sucks the snot out she coughs a little and then LAUGHS like seriously the funniest thing she has ever seen laughing. Ok so she is weird I do it again and again with the cough and laughter this happens every time even later on after she has gotten sleep so it isn't just sleepy silliness. So weird....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-877605368997485182?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/877605368997485182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=877605368997485182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/877605368997485182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/877605368997485182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-daughter-and-snot-sucker.html' title='my daughter and the snot sucker'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7895649078550028569</id><published>2009-04-13T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:43:26.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the Gang, Only one of the nieces DH and SIL are not in the picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeO8HMS_FHI/AAAAAAAABlM/oe_bMCd9i0s/s1600-h/100_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeO8HMS_FHI/AAAAAAAABlM/oe_bMCd9i0s/s320/100_3381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324306016228021362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids in truck one at a brief stop at Hoover Dam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeO8G_DGfdI/AAAAAAAABlE/Dze8o_qEhp0/s1600-h/100_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeO8G_DGfdI/AAAAAAAABlE/Dze8o_qEhp0/s320/100_3316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324306012671737298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take one dodge ram, one ford explorer, 7 kids (one who may as well be an adult) and 4 adults and a 5ish hour drive and you have our trip to the Zoo. H (my SIL) and I took all the older kids in the explorer while BIL and j took the 2 littles. The trip there was reltivly uneventful and few bickerment between the nephews but other than that we were good. When we got there J was in a Pissy mood but had very little sleep so I guess we can forgive that. We saw all sorts of creatures, the only thing that was on boos list that was not there was a Hippopotamus. But we saw everything we could while there and all the kids had a blast. The adults well I had fun as did H but i think the guys were wishing they had stayed home. but oh well on them if you want to see the full string of pictures let me know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7895649078550028569?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7895649078550028569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7895649078550028569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7895649078550028569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7895649078550028569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SeO8HMS_FHI/AAAAAAAABlM/oe_bMCd9i0s/s72-c/100_3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4691626224682218869</id><published>2009-04-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:30:09.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ho hi ho its off to the zoo we go...</title><content type='html'>so are you on blog over load from me yet? I've gone from posting every few weeks to at least one sometimes two blogs a day. Honestly it is a writing exersise to get rid of my writers block that has stalled out my book I am trying to write yet again :) anyways we are getting ready to head to the zoo in AZ tomorrow morning (Like we are leaving by 5:30 am!) this should be interesting no? Prepare for a good blog Friday night or Saturday morning with pictures if I have time to take any, I hope I do since this is a first for all my kids, AND my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4691626224682218869?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4691626224682218869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4691626224682218869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4691626224682218869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4691626224682218869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-zoo-we-go.html' title='hi ho hi ho its off to the zoo we go...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-9087837256419825529</id><published>2009-04-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:56:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermit the frog</title><content type='html'>So growing up Kermy was always on Sesame street, so was ms. Piggy and various other "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt;" But with Sesame street nowadays I guess Kermy isn't a regular. I truthfully have mastered the art of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuning&lt;/span&gt; out PBS for the most part (I can't tune out dragon tales or Sid the science kid yet but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;) anyways while I am zoned out in my book today Boo runs up to me and goes "MOMMY Kermit the frog is on Sesame street!" He thought it was so cool he only know Kermit from the various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muppet&lt;/span&gt; movies we have (mainly treasure island and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; carol) So when he saw him on "My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show mommy" *laughs* well it was a BIG deal *Laughs* wouldn't you like to see the world through the eyes of a nearly 5 year old again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-9087837256419825529?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/9087837256419825529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=9087837256419825529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9087837256419825529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9087837256419825529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/kermit-frog.html' title='Kermit the frog'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5760746645680673486</id><published>2009-04-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:24:53.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstood speech'/><title type='text'>Mommy you're white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; keep in mind Boo was delayed on talking so at nearly 5 he still tends to leave some words out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today we were getting ready to go to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BIL's&lt;/span&gt; house so the guys could work on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Expedition&lt;/span&gt; so that we can take it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, and Boo walks up to me and says 'Mommy you white?" I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kinnda&lt;/span&gt; stunned thinking "oh boy this is gonna be interesting. I am not ready to explain how just cause people look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; we are all the same" and several other thoughts are all racing through my mind so I just say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;..." and wait for him to finish then he says "And daddy's brown!" HUH? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I am confused at this point since J is only slightly less ghostly pale than I am *laughs* So I asked him "what do you mean baby?" and he looks at me like I am a total idiot and says "Mommy's truck white! Daddy's is Brown"  *rolls eyes* brat. *laughs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5760746645680673486?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5760746645680673486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5760746645680673486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5760746645680673486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5760746645680673486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommy-youre-white.html' title='Mommy you&apos;re white'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6090042328384472105</id><published>2009-04-08T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:31:09.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy is not a road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is it about kids and thinking you are going to change your answer if they ask again or if they tack a pretty please on the question? This is L and Boo's stage right now Boo is the asker, L well he goes and uses me as a road for his cars I don't know why but that REALLY annoys me like more that I can express *laughs* well anyways he uses me as a road, my leg, my arms, my head anywhere he can reach and I say NO mommy is NOT a road (add that to the list of things I never thought I would have to say!) and about 3 seconds later Lightining McQueen is driving up my foot again. This time since it is my highly tickelish foot my poor boy gets a reflex kick in the hand (I always feel bad about this but he KNOWS it is going to happen since daddy was the one to show him how bad mommys feet are...Thanks dear...) I say No again next time here comes Lightining McQueen again this time he becomes mommy's car and is up in Hay's closet drawer along with Mater, Doc Hudson and Various no named cars. Maybe when he runs out of cars he will get the picture... Or move on to Dinosaurs *le sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6090042328384472105?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6090042328384472105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6090042328384472105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6090042328384472105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6090042328384472105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommy-is-not-road.html' title='Mommy is not a road'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7833084037829163278</id><published>2009-04-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:35:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one second she is like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sdv-6LbUl3I/AAAAAAAABkE/WXJdlVMNHvo/s1600-h/100_3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sdv-6LbUl3I/AAAAAAAABkE/WXJdlVMNHvo/s320/100_3280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322127660121626482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then she saw the camera *rolls eyes* drama queen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sdv-tb-0tAI/AAAAAAAABj0/Y3ITdmFWe6c/s1600-h/100_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sdv-tb-0tAI/AAAAAAAABj0/Y3ITdmFWe6c/s320/100_3285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322127441227199490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I am at a loss with the Princess she has taken to throwing herself on the floor and screaming if she is really Pissed  normally if she just isn't getting what she wants she lays in crawling position and puts her head down and cries (moderately cute in reality except for the drama queen aspect of it)neither of the boys did this I mean they threw tantrums but not for attention! 99.9% of the time she is fake crying just to get my attention. Do I just ignore this? Do I do what dad says and give her a swat on the butt thus giving her a reason to cry? I am LOST! I love having my girl at last but OMG she is dramarific at ONE!!!! HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7833084037829163278?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7833084037829163278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7833084037829163278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7833084037829163278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7833084037829163278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-second-she-is-like-this-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Sdv-6LbUl3I/AAAAAAAABkE/WXJdlVMNHvo/s72-c/100_3280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3855538686229038683</id><published>2009-04-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:11:25.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting'/><title type='text'>Going crazy</title><content type='html'>It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; my kids cannot get along. I am sure every mom feels this way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; some point or another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when the kids are so close in age. The little ones are testing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; nearly constantly right now, She picks on him, he hits her, she pulls his hair, he pinches her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt; and then when L isn't picking on his sister he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; his brother by playing with his superman or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;equally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; to Boo. Boo and the baby girl rarely fight unless she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decides&lt;/span&gt; she want to touch his food or drink from his cup. But there is always at least one kid screaming here unless they are getting into something or sleeping, and the thought that runs through my mind is even though I don't want them to grow up to fast or whatever I have 15 more years before there is no more fighting... 17 years until I can take a shower and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; to not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by a kid (and even then they could call ask my mom *laughs*) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3855538686229038683?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3855538686229038683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3855538686229038683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3855538686229038683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3855538686229038683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6246308865224939597</id><published>2009-03-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:21:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten... wait WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;July 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/Johnathansmama/babyburrito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/Johnathansmama/babyburrito1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Scxds8VBvpI/AAAAAAAABiM/5RZnG5xOrEk/s1600-h/100_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Scxds8VBvpI/AAAAAAAABiM/5RZnG5xOrEk/s320/100_3213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317728286707662482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my baby boy is starting kindergarten in the fall when did this happen, and WHO gave that baby boy permission to grow up? I demand answers. Seriously though, Kindergarten... Sure,sure he has been in school for two years now thanks to early childhood but wow kindergarten that is a big deal. I have a school aged child, and I know that there won't be much difference except I think the kindergarten classes here are full day but this sort of snuk up on me I guess is the only way to put it. I know he will do great he is so smart and funny, but he will be riding the bus with big kids as well as the littles, and after kindergarten is first grade and then L will be in kindergarten and man I am gonna blink and they are gonna be teenagers! and I don't like teenagers :( Ok now that you are all laughing at me. I am gonna end this before I get weepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6246308865224939597?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6246308865224939597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6246308865224939597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6246308865224939597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6246308865224939597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/03/kindergarten-wait-what.html' title='Kindergarten... wait WHAT?!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/Scxds8VBvpI/AAAAAAAABiM/5RZnG5xOrEk/s72-c/100_3213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4910712321966514271</id><published>2009-03-05T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:25:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>Hello my dearly devoted readers :) sorry its been a while I have been busy since last post I have added two rows to daddy's quilt (if you have any worn out jeans you want to send to me lemme know *cough hin hint cough*) made 12 rows of 12 squares for my baby girl's quilt and gone to Utah. We had a blast. The kids are all doing good Boo is getting so big I can't believe he turns 5 in a few months and will start kindergarden soon. L is a monster but so cute! And the princess well she is a Princess still not walking she took a step but I think it was a fluke *laughs* she  has her big brother wrapped around her lil finger I called her a brat today and he says "no mommy She's a Princess" ha ha ha&lt;div&gt;I think that is about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4910712321966514271?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4910712321966514271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4910712321966514271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4910712321966514271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4910712321966514271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7897143216074091049</id><published>2009-02-03T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:23:08.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started with something like this pair of worn out jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SYjCfKE9PpI/AAAAAAAABMc/bbMehE-ArlA/s320/100_3013.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298698802138267282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I cut them into squares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SYjCf9orfKI/AAAAAAAABMk/TZE2OoN2r-M/s320/100_3014.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298698815978306722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I sew'd them into strips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SYjCf614wlI/AAAAAAAABMs/T6JnIUnMjyQ/s320/100_3015.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298698815228396114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then sew'd the strips together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SYjCgGpIQ0I/AAAAAAAABM0/vmrpbdn75wg/s320/100_3017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298698818396111682" /&gt;I have been working on my daddy' quilt for a while now and I am about half way done with the patchwork. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7897143216074091049?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7897143216074091049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7897143216074091049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7897143216074091049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7897143216074091049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddys-quilt.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Quilt'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SYjCfKE9PpI/AAAAAAAABMc/bbMehE-ArlA/s72-c/100_3013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-107156309738363610</id><published>2009-01-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:50:05.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One year ago I got the most precious gift. My Baby girl. My Princess. After two boys (who I do love) I finally had my girl.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SXNbUkvGTaI/AAAAAAAABLc/Ld9eTO5xKZ0/s1600-h/Picture640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292674396107197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SXNbUkvGTaI/AAAAAAAABLc/Ld9eTO5xKZ0/s320/Picture640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now a year later my baby girl has become even more adorable with her own personality. And I enjoy her being in my life everyday. Happy Birthday princess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292674420081423426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SXNbV-C_9EI/AAAAAAAABLk/5MxSxC2gfhA/s320/100_2954.JPG" border="0" /&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/3863566088448977565-107156309738363610?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/107156309738363610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=107156309738363610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/107156309738363610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/107156309738363610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SXNbUkvGTaI/AAAAAAAABLc/Ld9eTO5xKZ0/s72-c/Picture640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-49994233835326868</id><published>2009-01-14T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:19:00.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby and her babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SW5Wwth6YjI/AAAAAAAABK8/iPVozMz96b4/s1600-h/100_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SW5Wwth6YjI/AAAAAAAABK8/iPVozMz96b4/s320/100_2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I thought it had gotten awful quiet in my normaly chatty daughters room so when I went to investigate I found this. My baby and all her babies she apparently talked herself to sleep :D&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-49994233835326868?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/49994233835326868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=49994233835326868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/49994233835326868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/49994233835326868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-and-her-babies.html' title='my baby and her babies'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SW5Wwth6YjI/AAAAAAAABK8/iPVozMz96b4/s72-c/100_2939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4650669053521460855</id><published>2009-01-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:43:23.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and lonelyness</title><content type='html'>As a mommy of 3 you can imagine I am sure that I don't have a lot of time to read. Not nearly as much as I would like considering I have been known to read from the time I wake up to the time I go to bed stopping only for stuff like food since I don't want to muss the pages of my books with yucky fingers. Just the same though I always have a book started, I can take a break read a chapter and be good to go. Today however I am lonely I finished Breaking dawn (again) last night and it is always so final when you get to the end of a series of books. I rather enjoy living in Forks with all my vampire and werewolf (Shapeshifter) friends, but then I also Loveing living at Hogwarts, and on Pern, and even in Xanth. The truth is I love haveing that window that I can peer into to see another world or even my own world just from a different view. So when I don't have a book started do you see why I say I am lonely? I think I am going to go read about Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy again *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4650669053521460855?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4650669053521460855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4650669053521460855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4650669053521460855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4650669053521460855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-and-lonelyness.html' title='Books and lonelyness'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3760521319094445080</id><published>2008-12-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:47:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good feeling</title><content type='html'>So I am in my own apartment, my kids are asleep, my house is quiet, I am warm in my jammies listening to some beautiful piano music thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;http://www.pandora.com&lt;/a&gt; and the joys of high speed internet and dispite the fact that things have been going wrong right and left in my life I am content right now. It is a good feeling to feel especialy durring the hectic time that is holiday season. I am nearly content enough to start writing again which will be a good thing as I have not wrote a thing since Septemeber and it is now nearly January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3760521319094445080?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3760521319094445080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3760521319094445080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3760521319094445080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3760521319094445080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-feeling.html' title='a good feeling'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7388903117903855976</id><published>2008-12-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:07:49.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know some of you have read this already but this for those of you who read this that just Don't have it *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am haveing a pissy day or maybe week or month even  I am SO DONE with living here luckily all my stuff is home so I can go home after Christmas but honestly if it weren't for the fact that my grandparents are going to be here I'd just go home now. I am over being a doormat for everyone to place the blame on. "Oh it is her fault" Or "it is just to many kids" or any other number of things I have heard lately. Last I checked I did not sign up for maid detail and the fact that I have cleaned this ENTIRE house from top to bottom today really pisses me off because WE were supposed to do it but WE turned into da da da da ME grr ok i am going to go kill something on a video game or maybe read to get un pissed i don't mean to rant i just had to let off some steam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7388903117903855976?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7388903117903855976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7388903117903855976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7388903117903855976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7388903117903855976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-some-of-you-have-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1874619794353974544</id><published>2008-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:02:28.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm Tired of being walked on, taken advantage of and in general being the person that no one remembers. I remember as a kid I was exurberant to the point of annoying, as I grew up I got quieter almost as if when I was born God said "here this is all the exuberance you will ever need" and I got bigger my supply starting wearing out and now here I am 25 I can talk to someone in the morning and by the afternoon I have faded from their mind. I watch my older sister and sometimes wonder why I can't be like her. Confidant in my life and where my path is takeing me. Even with my husband he tells me that I need to stop worrying about what people think and just DO what it is I want to do. In my life I am surrounded by strong women with strong sences of self purpose, my sister, sister in law ( all of them) even my best friends are all like that which makes me wonder why on earth I am not. I suppose we coudl argue you are how you see your self and in my case I suppose that is true I just want to know WHEN did I start seeing myself as the mouse instead of the lion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1874619794353974544?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1874619794353974544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1874619794353974544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1874619794353974544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1874619794353974544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3978531036677497606</id><published>2008-12-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:57:49.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a "young" mom</title><content type='html'>I am 25 and have 3 Children rangeing from 4 years old to nearly 1 year old and this puts me into the classification of "young mom" I truely was born in the wrong era. For me I had my children at the right time for me. I go to mommy groups for moms of kids my children's ages and I am by far the youngest there because it has become a trend to "wait to have kids" now there is nothing wrong with have kids when you are older than I was but PLEASE don't treat me like I was nuts for having my family when I did. Here is a few benefits of being a "young" mom, I have a picture of my myself, mom, grandma, and great grandma. I will have a picture by the end of this month of  My daughter, myself, mom, and grandma. And depending on how long I live and when my daughter has a daughter I may get to be in anohter 4 gen picture and that is pretty frikin awesome. here is another when all 3 of my kids are 20 I will only be 45 and quite able to enjoy my life with my husband and when and if my kids reproduce I can be a "Cool gramma" *laughs* Now I know there are things I may have "missed out on" by haveing kids so young like haveing a solid Career before kids, or traveling, or having time with DH without kids but you know what I love being a "young mom" as much as I don't like the title. But I guess young mom is better than old mom (which I never hear people use that phrase go figure)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't offend anyone in my rant by the way I just got back from a play date and I swear the other mom's treated me like one of the kids because they all had 10 years on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3978531036677497606?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3978531036677497606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3978531036677497606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3978531036677497606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3978531036677497606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-being-young-mom.html' title='On being a &quot;young&quot; mom'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3349513293174898191</id><published>2008-12-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:49:43.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love.</title><content type='html'>So looking at my last post (If you haven't read it READ it before moving foreward in this one) And after talking it out a bit with some one who is a "real friend" I will say one I was a bit hasty in saying I wanted to cancel my internet I am far to addicted to my RPG travian to do that ha ha but that gives an idea as to how I felt/feel I am not totaly "over" what has happened and I think somethings got blown out of porpotion but I am not going to let all this DRAMA (god i hated it in HS and i hate it now) ruin 3 year worth of friendships I may not go there 20 thousand times a day like I have in the past but I am not walking away either, most there have me on Facebook myspace and blogger anyways so I could run but unless I went out of my way to do it I couldn't hide and I know my friends would find me. On that note I want to thank the one who I talked to via email about this crap and yeah I hope we can all move past this and move foreward in our friendships. I think we all need to take a deep breath and read the into on my main page about how this blog got it's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3349513293174898191?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3349513293174898191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3349513293174898191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3349513293174898191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3349513293174898191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All you need is love.'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8057825126688879150</id><published>2008-12-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:35:35.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be mad for a while...</title><content type='html'>I feel hurt and lost, and I don't care who reads this at this point many of who may acctually read this know why I am hurt and lost and I am about to the point of not knowing who my friends are calling it quits and living entirely in the "real world" canceling my internet and calling it a f'ing day... It takes a lot for me to say this because these people have been my close friends for 3 years I have watched their babies grow and they have watched mine, but who do you trust when stuff has happened and has fractured that delicate thig called trust. I should be posting this where I KNOW they all will see it but this is my haven and I want to put this here, where others can read it as well who knows if anyoneeven will read it. and who know maybe this is just my shitty self esteem or lack there of talking... I am mad that any of this happened and made me question who my friends are. simply put that is it. I don't know if anything will be the same again. I know I was left out of somethings, and included in others and here I sit wondering if it is time for me to concentrate on my "real life"... even though at times THIS felt more like "real life" than anything else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8057825126688879150?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8057825126688879150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8057825126688879150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8057825126688879150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8057825126688879150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-wanna-be-mad-for-while.html' title='I just wanna be mad for a while...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4914021082741261640</id><published>2008-11-22T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:43:45.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a update</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long, as I think you know I am back in my "home town" I am not sure for how long it was supposed to be a year but the longer I stay here the more I feel like I have adopted a pair of teenagers and that I don't like esp since said teenagers are technicly adults and should be able to function without a momtype figure around. So my going back to Vegas I think will happen soon as we can get a three bedroom apt again.&lt;br /&gt;onto other news we had an apt to see about the princess legs and it is too early to tell if her feet are so turned in that it won't correct itself. after she starts walking we will go back in for a re evaluation at worst she will need braces at night but she isn't even trying to stand yet so we got a while to go&lt;br /&gt;L is a monster threw and threw he gets into EVERYTHING, he drowned my cell phone (luckily after it dried out it is fine) he has dumped all over his bed (not at the same time but with in the last month) and can of oatmeal, a box of bisquick, a can of hot coco and has ate a half jar of peanut butter. the thing is that I do watch him but he waits for me to go to the bathroom or for when i am sick and the teens are a little help but not a lot when it comes to watching him. theyd rather be in their room with the door shut doin who know (i don't wanna know) what.&lt;br /&gt;as for Boo well he is a pain in the fact he is an accomplice with his brother on most of the above messes, but he is loving school he gets so excited when his bus comes it is funny, he knows all his abc's. can count to 20, knows all his colors and shapes to boot, I think except for his talking he could be ahead of the class when he starts kindergarten :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4914021082741261640?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4914021082741261640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4914021082741261640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4914021082741261640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4914021082741261640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='a update'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4043473070029939799</id><published>2008-10-15T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:31:08.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambleings of a grown up...</title><content type='html'>When did I get "old" or "grow up"? I don't mean old in the literal sense after all 25 isn't nearly as bad as I exepected but here I am once again in my Home town and in a town with only one walmart and 3 stop lights (the latest being added in this past year) it is nearly enevitable that once in a while one will run into people from ones past. When I married my ex I gladdly said goodbye to a lot of my high school/druggie friends when I left him I renewed a few friendships but not a lot when I married J I let a few more "friends" go simply because I didn't need or want the drama. Of the people I no longer associate with 90 % have as many if not more kids than I and this is the point of this post. While out and about today I "ran into" Reasa who used to be one of my best friends she has kids all about my kids ages give or take a few month last I had seen her was my wedding to my ex 6 years ago. She instantly reconized me and called out to me and what do I do? I stop and chat a bit, What I realize is that at 25 she still acts and dresses like she is 18. I don't. When I got preggers with boo I quit everything that is toxic for you (except caffine) But the cigs, the weed, the experimenting with dif drugs and many friends went bye bye because I had a new high, being a mom. Reasa however apperently stops doing stuff long enough to pop out a kid and resumes her toxic life (as has many of my old "friends") and here I am happily married, yet living away from my husband to help out my brother and someday sister in law, being responsible for running a house hold and just all sorts of "Adult" stuff all while Reasa is inviteing me to go out to a party and you know what. I am not even the slightest bit tempted, I don't want the old life, I have a better one. I am just irritated I don't know what People like Reasa mange to have kid after kid while some people I know who are genuine GOOD people can't manage to conceive, and when I say this I have to kick my self because if God only gave little angels to people who are good well I may still be going down that wrong path or in jail or worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4043473070029939799?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4043473070029939799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4043473070029939799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4043473070029939799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4043473070029939799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/10/rambleings-of-grown-up.html' title='rambleings of a grown up...'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3442035790649199934</id><published>2008-09-24T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:36:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i giorni- Ludovico Einaudi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMoVW-paT3w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMoVW-paT3w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play this and just close your eyes let the music take you. It is so beautiful. I found it while searching a bit on my obcession (the twilight series) some one thought it would fit for Bella's Lullaby which it would but I am so happy I came upon this peice not for Bella's lullaby but because it is so Beautiful and relaxing and I just want to play it over and over again and I have descided that I am going to take lessons I want, no I NEED to learn to play piano I have always wanted to I am not entirely sure what has stopped me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3442035790649199934?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3442035790649199934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3442035790649199934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3442035790649199934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3442035790649199934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-giorni-ludovico-einaudi.html' title='i giorni- Ludovico Einaudi'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7694274893070495412</id><published>2008-09-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:07:34.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNrx-T6x0KI/AAAAAAAABHM/ZD2sOVQm2fI/s1600-h/100_2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249774368454725794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNrx-T6x0KI/AAAAAAAABHM/ZD2sOVQm2fI/s320/100_2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she adorable. I got her the Jumperoo last night and she LOVES it best 20.00 I have spent (i think i said that about her walker too lol) she is getting so big though I can't believe it. She knows how to work all the dodads on that thing as well she is so smart :)&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/3863566088448977565-7694274893070495412?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7694274893070495412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7694274893070495412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7694274893070495412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7694274893070495412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-jumper.html' title='I love my jumper'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNrx-T6x0KI/AAAAAAAABHM/ZD2sOVQm2fI/s72-c/100_2548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8842230133004849317</id><published>2008-09-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:11:17.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so preeety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNqCxF7TKNI/AAAAAAAABHE/qadQKKxDVy4/s1600-h/100_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNqCxF7TKNI/AAAAAAAABHE/qadQKKxDVy4/s320/100_2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she SO pretty we were just waiting for Boo's bus and she was playing in the grass and I managed to get this pretty picture and I HAD to share :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8842230133004849317?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8842230133004849317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8842230133004849317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8842230133004849317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8842230133004849317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-preeety.html' title='so preeety'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNqCxF7TKNI/AAAAAAAABHE/qadQKKxDVy4/s72-c/100_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-9194383257985626693</id><published>2008-09-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:57:07.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rocking chair</title><content type='html'>So we have had this toddler size rocking chair since my older sister was little it was her's, then my brother's, then mine, technicly my little brothers though I don't think he ever used it I recall useing it for my dolls when he was little, and now it is mine again for my kids the boys didn't use it too much they use another chair we have had for just as long but while doing the slides I mentioned earlier I found a pic of K and remembered I have a pic of H in the same chair. 35 years difference same chair :) nice little Heirloom huh?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNlJ3DsSdwI/AAAAAAAABG0/bmSoRCymXgY/s1600-h/100_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249308050909722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNlJ3DsSdwI/AAAAAAAABG0/bmSoRCymXgY/s320/100_2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNlJ3VXYdFI/AAAAAAAABG8/jEkujknsdNU/s1600-h/Untitled-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249308055653872722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNlJ3VXYdFI/AAAAAAAABG8/jEkujknsdNU/s320/Untitled-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/3863566088448977565-9194383257985626693?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/9194383257985626693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=9194383257985626693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9194383257985626693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/9194383257985626693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/rocking-chair.html' title='The rocking chair'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNlJ3DsSdwI/AAAAAAAABG0/bmSoRCymXgY/s72-c/100_2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-754853354070363428</id><published>2008-09-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:18:33.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not my memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so a few months ago being the good daughter that I am I took on the task of converting my dad's slides to digital (mind you I have my own motives as well like makeing a video of all his kids growing up for him) But right now I am stuck in 1969 a good 14 years before I was even thought of a year before my older sister 4 years before my brother and are you ready for this 21 years before my younger brother, I am seeing pictures of my Aunts who passed away this past year when they were young, My daddy with lots of dark hair. My dad is laughing because every once in a while I will call and say ok whose car is that (look at the pictures you'll know what one I am talking about) or ask him who so in so is (normaly i am told it is my grandma or someone I know/knew only 19 or so years later) well back to memories that aren't mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Aunt Bev's Car Sweet isn't it&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkHjqUP10I/AAAAAAAABGc/Xx3_WNFxHRo/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249235149913052994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkHjqUP10I/AAAAAAAABGc/Xx3_WNFxHRo/s320/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and my sisters mom, wasn't daddy good lookin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkHjr0QFVI/AAAAAAAABGk/IEy4lAEcwpQ/s1600-h/Untitled-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249235150315722066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkHjr0QFVI/AAAAAAAABGk/IEy4lAEcwpQ/s320/Untitled-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not the best pic but all i have on my computer my dad a few months ago in the red shirt Still good lookin' *S*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkIU2bhVpI/AAAAAAAABGs/tTJ5O_csLT0/s1600-h/HPIM0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249235994978375314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkIU2bhVpI/AAAAAAAABGs/tTJ5O_csLT0/s320/HPIM0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3863566088448977565-754853354070363428?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/754853354070363428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=754853354070363428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/754853354070363428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/754853354070363428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-my-memory-lane.html' title='not my memory lane'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNkHjqUP10I/AAAAAAAABGc/Xx3_WNFxHRo/s72-c/Untitled-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5731413681647129478</id><published>2008-09-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:51:05.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when I am right</title><content type='html'>I knew it. I knew that My birthday was nothing to look forward to... J forgot that my birthday was this weekend. And as much as I try to brush it off I am crushed. He realized today was my birthday when he looked at the calander figureing out his pay check for this week. I hadn't said anything Just went about my day hopeing maybe they were planning something...So no birthday dinner, birthday cake or anything it is just another day added onto my already mopey mood. I want to go back to bed and pretend today isn't happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5731413681647129478?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5731413681647129478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5731413681647129478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5731413681647129478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5731413681647129478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-it-when-i-am-right.html' title='I hate it when I am right'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3368509641305294605</id><published>2008-09-18T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:26:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SHOULD be writeing</title><content type='html'>I really really really &lt;em&gt;SHOULD&lt;/em&gt; be working on the Davian cronicles, I really should. N (my brothers girl friend)and I made so much progress discussing the direction the book was taking us. I have ideas for chapters and I guess the next step is outlineing what happens in the chapters. This book really feels right, I have never FELT my charecters as much as I feel Anna and Davian, and I have certinly never gotten this far. Every once in a while I get a little nudge of doubt I mean how many vampire novels can there be before people get bored with them, and I start to give up but I think of how much life I have given Anna and Davian and I just can't not finish their story, even if only my friends read it. I wish I paid more attention in english class maybe then I would have a better Idea on how to get to where I am going. I described what I have so far and what is in my head to some friends today as the skeleton of the book, just key points here and there that won't change, hopefully with N's help I will be able to flesh out the details in this and connect the details together in what I hope is more than 20 pages... I really need to get back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3368509641305294605?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3368509641305294605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3368509641305294605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3368509641305294605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3368509641305294605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-should-be-writeing.html' title='I SHOULD be writeing'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1821215713037920507</id><published>2008-09-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:24:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby's baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzGzIO5I/AAAAAAAABGE/XfNYsZdQR6I/s1600-h/100_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995710071028626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzGzIO5I/AAAAAAAABGE/XfNYsZdQR6I/s320/100_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzdE-ImI/AAAAAAAABGM/QCQYPnJoug8/s1600-h/100_2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995716051444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzdE-ImI/AAAAAAAABGM/QCQYPnJoug8/s320/100_2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzl4TI0I/AAAAAAAABGU/XqL-lWrpjzc/s1600-h/100_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995718414213954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzl4TI0I/AAAAAAAABGU/XqL-lWrpjzc/s320/100_2523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got the Princess a baby doll not expecting much right now since she is still a baby. I was wrong she loves her baby. Yesterday L desided he wanted the abby and took it from her and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she screamed at him. Not a cry telling me that he took it but a screech directed at him that can only be interpited as "GIVE ME MY BABY BACK NOW!!!!" it was so cute and even more funny was the fact tht he quickly gave her back the doll *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1821215713037920507?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1821215713037920507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1821215713037920507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1821215713037920507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1821215713037920507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-babys-baby.html' title='My baby&apos;s baby'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNESzGzIO5I/AAAAAAAABGE/XfNYsZdQR6I/s72-c/100_2512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5261142824641523911</id><published>2008-09-16T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:53:27.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill SCORE!!!</title><content type='html'>So if you know me, you know I have a shopping problem, on the plus side I have learned to shop within my means therefore I am an avid goodwill shopper. Todays trip to goodwill turned out to be a very good one. I went with the intention on finding a Computer chair since I am at the moment sitting on the floor killing my neck by looking up at my screen, and to find a Shirt for Boo to be a pirate. Well no luck on the chair but my brother is bringing me one tomorrow so that is ok. I look through the costumes and I found it a perfect costume for boo it isn't just the shirt but it is pants, a belt, shoe covers to look like boots, and a hat SWEET! then I find a pirate set that has a bandana, a cutlass, and a pistol so awesome how could this day get better? Well I am checking out and I glance down at the display and I see a set of China very beautiful, and since we sold the China my ex gave me (too much akwardness there) I have had an empty China hutch, that has turned into a catch all. Well anyways I ask how much the set is and the lady told me $49.99 well I was sold so I took my treasures home and looked the pattern up on &lt;a href="http://www.replacements.com/"&gt;http://www.replacements.com&lt;/a&gt; Imperial China, Seville and from there I added up the stuff I bought, an odd assortment of things 13 dinner plates 10 bowls 7 cups stuff like that. well after adding everythign up JUST the stuff we already have our cart was up to $407.05! How freakin awesome is that? We are going to buy one peice a month until we have a complet settign of 14 plus serveing dishes (we are going to be mainly watching ebay) but I am so stoked! here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuKNwwzaI/AAAAAAAABFs/Sdsa7T1ie8Y/s1600-h/100_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246814687658560930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuKNwwzaI/AAAAAAAABFs/Sdsa7T1ie8Y/s320/100_2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuKivFXkI/AAAAAAAABF0/july8ictL3w/s1600-h/100_2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246814693288664642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuKivFXkI/AAAAAAAABF0/july8ictL3w/s320/100_2518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuLEHFzbI/AAAAAAAABF8/7OuMsN17vec/s1600-h/100_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246814702247726514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuLEHFzbI/AAAAAAAABF8/7OuMsN17vec/s320/100_2517.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/3863566088448977565-5261142824641523911?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5261142824641523911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5261142824641523911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5261142824641523911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5261142824641523911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodwill-score.html' title='Goodwill SCORE!!!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SNBuKNwwzaI/AAAAAAAABFs/Sdsa7T1ie8Y/s72-c/100_2519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-797981319655816154</id><published>2008-09-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:39:19.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>If I had a therapist I am sure they would tell me that I am makeing great progress. I am oddly sort of looking foreward to my birthday not too much but not really dreading it either. I hope that J and I do something this year instead of just watching it go past as ussual. I guess we will see huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-797981319655816154?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/797981319655816154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=797981319655816154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/797981319655816154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/797981319655816154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3694750573388255793</id><published>2008-09-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:24:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMoHWRFNq3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/LR2_SxFjnjg/s1600-h/lordshands_eagle_skyline_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245012795150150514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMoHWRFNq3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/LR2_SxFjnjg/s320/lordshands_eagle_skyline_flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I have debated off an on all day on if I was going to post something today nothing really seems pop out at me if you will. I remember 9-11-01 clearly I was 10 days away from my 18th birthday, freshly graduated and ready to ship off to boot camp on the 22nd. I was being lazy take into account that I lived on the west coast so when the attack hit there it was only 5 somehing in the morning, that was when my phone began to ring, me being the typical teen that i am picked up the phone and then promptly hung it back up. whoever it was called back i hen turned off the phone. I slept until 9:30 (ah those were the days) when I was fully awake i turned my phone back on and within minutes it ws ringing again this time I answered my best friend at the time amanda was on the other end franticly telling me the world is ending and that i had to turn on the TV so I went out into the living room and watched as the second plane hit the tower I don't know if it was acctualy happening at that moment or if it was a rplay but I remember colapsing and saying "Oh shit" right in front of my mom who didn't seem to care for once that I had cursed... The rest o the day is a blur I spent most of it like many others in the nation trying to call friend that live in NYC I got ahold of all but one eventualy... It still hurts when I remember him and to this day I see an airplane I think of him (which is a lot lately since I live in the flight path here *laughs*) has it really been 7 years already?&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/3863566088448977565-3694750573388255793?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3694750573388255793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3694750573388255793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3694750573388255793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3694750573388255793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-years.html' title='7 years'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMoHWRFNq3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/LR2_SxFjnjg/s72-c/lordshands_eagle_skyline_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6241862853117440873</id><published>2008-09-10T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:31:32.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo's first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0o00op7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/dK7VK1UjNYE/s1600-h/100_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Big heading off to school! I'm gonna blink and he is gonna be off to college I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pQRutkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Jn6XJo-pV40/s1600-h/100_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429280677377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pQRutkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Jn6XJo-pV40/s320/100_2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a Goofy boy this is what I got when I asked for a smile&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pidJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/aME5yFfdRL0/s1600-h/100_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429285557102562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pidJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/aME5yFfdRL0/s320/100_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L wanted to go with his brother on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pw2G0HI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Him2IATr158/s1600-h/100_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429289419886706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pw2G0HI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Him2IATr158/s320/100_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and cried for 15 min and stared out the window waiting for Boo to get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0qI1-pvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/OnGypFpMXLA/s1600-h/100_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244429295861802738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0qI1-pvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/OnGypFpMXLA/s320/100_2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Boos first day of Preschool this year and he was super excited His brother not so much when the Bus picked Boo up L thought he was goign too and threw a fit that he wasn't going. It wasn't like this last year... the poor kids cried for 15 min in absolute hysterics and then sat by the slideing glass door "reading" his curious George book waiting for Boo he'd sometime get up and mope around the apt but mostly just waited for Boo when Boo got home it was such a sweet reunion they were figting within the hour *laughs* Boo had a great first day and thinks he teacher is "So cool" today wasn't any easier than yesterday for L he has just stopped crying and is thankfully distracted by monsters inc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6241862853117440873?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6241862853117440873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6241862853117440873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6241862853117440873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6241862853117440873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/boos-first-day-of-school.html' title='Boo&apos;s first day of school'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMf0pQRutkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Jn6XJo-pV40/s72-c/100_2478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7567193824936621042</id><published>2008-09-06T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:04:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Princess one week old so itty stinkin bitty (and we marveled at her hair then!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLEA2lfviI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kSQ7lOKJhF8/s1600-h/Picture342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242968435144506914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLEA2lfviI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kSQ7lOKJhF8/s320/Picture342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the princess today such a big girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLBvXckI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ZqpfQYCklMw/s1600-h/100_2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242967510425760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLBvXckI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ZqpfQYCklMw/s320/100_2469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out them piggie tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLeiGuUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fSxd97vDWAg/s1600-h/100_2470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242967518154766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLeiGuUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fSxd97vDWAg/s320/100_2470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a camera girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLmWjY2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/pMLEqRqAfQw/s1600-h/100_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242967520253797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLDLmWjY2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/pMLEqRqAfQw/s320/100_2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know you are probaly tired of hearing how big my girl is getting but bear with me. She is my last, and where I do not regret for a secnd having my tubes tied, when my friend Jenn told me of her pregnancy I did get a little twinge of Jealousy. nothing major sice I am not a good pregnant lady and 3 kids are more than enough for me but yeah it was still there. every time I blink my kids are getting bigger and I swear the girl child is learning new stuf each day she is soooo curious! just look how much she changed in just 7 months! See what I mean about blinking. that is a dagerous thing to do, and on the note here is a link to my song of the day. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4ySSg4QG8g"&gt;Don't Blink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7567193824936621042?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7567193824936621042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7567193824936621042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7567193824936621042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7567193824936621042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-blink.html' title='Don&apos;t Blink'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SMLEA2lfviI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kSQ7lOKJhF8/s72-c/Picture342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6288339359003074455</id><published>2008-09-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:29:05.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL85pymHTGI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b9JE-_Qb0rM/s1600-h/100_2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241971881401601122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL85pymHTGI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b9JE-_Qb0rM/s320/100_2454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what greets me at every meal time she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practily snatches the bottle and begins gulping while having a death grip on the darn thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6288339359003074455?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6288339359003074455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6288339359003074455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6288339359003074455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6288339359003074455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/mine.html' title='MINE!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL85pymHTGI/AAAAAAAAAyw/b9JE-_Qb0rM/s72-c/100_2454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8352585351589216188</id><published>2008-09-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:17:11.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates and tiggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL64ZNEcxlI/AAAAAAAAAuU/J0opjrmX4GA/s1600-h/100_2452+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241829759450400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL64ZNEcxlI/AAAAAAAAAuU/J0opjrmX4GA/s320/100_2452+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL64ZZWjjDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/piZHgRssvRM/s1600-h/100_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241829762747567154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL64ZZWjjDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/piZHgRssvRM/s320/100_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So L got his Halloween costume yesterday. He is Tigger this year well I wanted to make sure it fit him so i put him in it last night and it is perfect never have I seen a cuter Tigger. When I went to take it off him he threw a fit so he ended up sleeping in it, and is still in it. Boo was like this with his superman Costume. As for Boo all year he has said he wanted to be Super Why until the last month he picked up on my love for all things Pirate and while watching POTC 1,2, and 3 he grabed his sword and said "ARG I'm a pirate" he then wanted a hat like Wills in #3 the only thing I had was a Louis Vittion scarf but it works *Laughs* we will find a better one for Halloween though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8352585351589216188?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8352585351589216188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8352585351589216188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8352585351589216188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8352585351589216188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/pirates-and-tiggers.html' title='Pirates and tiggers'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SL64ZNEcxlI/AAAAAAAAAuU/J0opjrmX4GA/s72-c/100_2452+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3961765616180124729</id><published>2008-09-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:59:17.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth and sleep crawling</title><content type='html'>my life as I know it is over. the Princess has her first tooth (well it has broken the gums) AND she has mastered crawling. In her sleep. Yup not a typo. She sleep crawls. *laughs* she won't while she is awake but in her crib durring her nap she motors it is funny I am going to have to video that. Has anyone else heard of sleep crawling? I think that is the most bizarr thing any of my monsters has done. (keep in mind Boo is in a pirate phase and is wearing a Louis vuitton silk scarf on his head as a pirate bandana at them moment and Landon won't take off his tigger halloween coustume :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3961765616180124729?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3961765616180124729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3961765616180124729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3961765616180124729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3961765616180124729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/teeth-and-sleep-crawling.html' title='Teeth and sleep crawling'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6705314221985316397</id><published>2008-09-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:40:50.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pics of the monsters</title><content type='html'>The Princess was just being so cute waving. She is getting so big. Can you beleive in a couple week she will be 8 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgNZcCBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9IXE0nLqyDs/s1600-h/100_2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241099480891262498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgNZcCBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9IXE0nLqyDs/s320/100_2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever seen this boy so serious? This look was a combo of being terrified of the rocker he was on and watching the Airplane fly past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgNtDs7pI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kAekxpub_QI/s1600-h/100_2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241099486157926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgNtDs7pI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kAekxpub_QI/s320/100_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My silly Boo playing on the dino watching his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgN-1fheI/AAAAAAAAAuM/P1TwmSrRY5E/s1600-h/100_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241099490930165218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgN-1fheI/AAAAAAAAAuM/P1TwmSrRY5E/s320/100_2417.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/3863566088448977565-6705314221985316397?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6705314221985316397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6705314221985316397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6705314221985316397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6705314221985316397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-few-pics-of-monsters.html' title='Just a few pics of the monsters'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLwgNZcCBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9IXE0nLqyDs/s72-c/100_2411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4291034924218794894</id><published>2008-08-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:50:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>Well that time of year is approaching again, my birthday. I have to admit that for the first time in 10 years I am not blatantly avoiding the thought of that day. (which is odd considering I turn 25 this year and I have teased numerous friends about being a quarter century old) I have not viewed my birthday as a reason to celebrate, not because I dread getting older, that is defiantly not the case I have lived every year of my life thus earned the number. No the reason is simply my 15 birthday was marked by a personal tragedy, my best friend, cousin, confidant, and easily the nicest person I ever knew died of heart failure. J and I have not been the same since, back then J and Amber had been dating for a little over 18 months which in High school time is forever. We have not mentioned that this year makes ten years but I can tell he still hurts as much if not more than I do. It honestly does not seem like 10 years have passed partly because for 2 years I was sunk into a deep depression wearing a plastic smile and telling everyone I am fine (kind of like Orlando Bloom in Elizabethtown) then for another year I was so stoned that I don't remember most of what happened that year and then came motherhood *laughs* I sometimes have to wonder if she watches J and I and if I am doing good in her book? I don't handle death well, I don't know anyone that particularly does though J handles things better than me or maybe it is just different than me... Since Amber died J is sort of numb about people dieing, while I just don't "get over it" but as they say oppisites attract, And me being a firm believer in "all things happen for a reason" sometimes think that J and I were meant to be together. If Amber and J had broken up, instead of what happened then I would not have dated him in High School, therefore would not have made him mad to the point of not talking to me for 2 years when I tried joining the Army (speaking of my recruiter is my neighbor now *laughs* and I wouldn't have had to find him on classmates asking him to forgive my stupidness, and would not have reconected and so on and so forth and then I would have only one of my wonderful monsters. Anyways I know I am rambeling so I am off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4291034924218794894?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4291034924218794894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4291034924218794894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4291034924218794894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4291034924218794894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6813957702027967306</id><published>2008-08-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:39:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so on ZZZ we have weekly photos this weeks is "Kids with favorite "friend" ...stuffy, toy or pet?Trying to get these monsters with their friends was amuseing here are a few shots of the "photoshoot" Both with their Shrek's and boo with Gus Gus and L with Jaques (yes they got their names from the mice on Cinderella they named the bears not me) Oh and L has Cookie as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0sKb2SsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xg3fB354CT4/s1600-h/100_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222043579665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0sKb2SsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xg3fB354CT4/s320/100_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0saSWEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/K10yQVtKH8Q/s1600-h/100_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222047834772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0saSWEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/K10yQVtKH8Q/s320/100_2381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0shri36I/AAAAAAAAAtk/kM0wVh4EpbQ/s1600-h/100_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222049819516834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0shri36I/AAAAAAAAAtk/kM0wVh4EpbQ/s320/100_2384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0tOf6z9I/AAAAAAAAAts/8Y8qalZwTnw/s1600-h/100_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222061850349522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0tOf6z9I/AAAAAAAAAts/8Y8qalZwTnw/s320/100_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0tVyU8OI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Bat1tSmKLUY/s1600-h/100_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222063806607586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0tVyU8OI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Bat1tSmKLUY/s320/100_2386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3863566088448977565-6813957702027967306?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6813957702027967306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6813957702027967306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6813957702027967306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6813957702027967306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-friends-and-me.html' title='My friends and me'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLV0sKb2SsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xg3fB354CT4/s72-c/100_2377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8400500071029448270</id><published>2008-08-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:51:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLRs4lt54kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/57mhWJzOTlY/s1600-h/100_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLRs4lt54kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/57mhWJzOTlY/s320/100_2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my friends and family (the Hubby included) can kill me for this post but I cheated on my "diet" I am not so much trying to loose weight as I am trying to comfortably fit into my half a closet full of size 8 clothes I am nearly there so I desided to reward myself  with a trip to starbucks :) Oh sweet heavenly starbuck how I love thee *laughs* Venti mint mocha chip frap *Swoons in delight* after a month of behaving, very little soda (which I adore) No ice cream until last night's small peice of BIL's ice cream birthday cake, and no pizza (also which I love) I think this treat is well earned. and BTW I can FIT into size 8's I just can't breathe. Minor things right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8400500071029448270?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8400500071029448270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8400500071029448270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8400500071029448270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8400500071029448270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-cheat.html' title='A time to cheat'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLRs4lt54kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/57mhWJzOTlY/s72-c/100_2376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8161755193651166174</id><published>2008-08-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:43:00.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Ramrod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: Unless you have seen supertroopers there will be no humor in this post for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835670605550562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLQVSS8W0-I/AAAAAAAAAss/1FJPyqzBhsI/s320/ramrod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today is moving day. I have not mentioned the name of my new street. Ramrod ave. J thinks it is hillarious! TEAM RAMROD!!  Supertroopers has to be one of his favorite movies. I tolerate it with a smile plastered on my face counting up the times I have watched it and knowing at one point he will pay up and he will have to sit through a movie like PS I love you or something. *laughs* I will be watching supertroopers before the week is out J says that it is only right to chrisin the new apt with that movie... Yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8161755193651166174?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8161755193651166174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8161755193651166174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8161755193651166174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8161755193651166174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/team-ramrod.html' title='Team Ramrod'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLQVSS8W0-I/AAAAAAAAAss/1FJPyqzBhsI/s72-c/ramrod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3368819566408783875</id><published>2008-08-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:06:27.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLLmkkuiGTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4aaJmPoP3OY/s1600-h/100_2242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLLmkkuiGTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4aaJmPoP3OY/s320/100_2242-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Boo cracks me up. He is his cousin's shadow. He would follow her to the ends of the earth, and bless her heart she doesn't mind at all not to bad for a 12 year old huh? anyhow we were at my SIL's house and Boo runs up to her when we put some country music on and said "Dance with me!" it was to precious. :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3368819566408783875?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3368819566408783875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3368819566408783875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3368819566408783875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3368819566408783875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with me'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLLmkkuiGTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4aaJmPoP3OY/s72-c/100_2242-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5954580425600605558</id><published>2008-08-24T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:33:54.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLG3iNE8xVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1-EUIy5idCE/s1600-h/100_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLG3iNE8xVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1-EUIy5idCE/s320/100_2366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238169639862453586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quirk of mine, I hate milk UNLESS it is COLD to the point of nearly being ice, and in a COLD GLASS cup, I can't stand it if it is in a plastic cup it makes me gag. The story behind the picture. Well as you know I am moving in two days,  and silly me I packed all my glasses all we ahve are disposeable plastic cups and wine glasses that i have not packed yet sooo here I am drinking chocolate milk out of a wine glass and trying not to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5954580425600605558?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5954580425600605558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5954580425600605558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5954580425600605558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5954580425600605558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/cold-milk.html' title='Cold Milk'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SLG3iNE8xVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1-EUIy5idCE/s72-c/100_2366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5919562959660325261</id><published>2008-08-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:57:29.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Sung to the mickey mouse club theme*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;M-O-V-I-N-G   S-U-C-K-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;moving sucks, moving sucks. Forever and ever will I cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;M-O-V-I-N-G   S-U-C-K-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK-KOroKRvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/vX4YduBH0xU/s1600-h/100_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK-KOroKRvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/vX4YduBH0xU/s320/100_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I hate moving. Period. I am excited about the new place because it is 3 rooms, has a washer and a dryer, has a double sink, is in Henderson, and is closer to family. BUT I hate the packing, and unpacking, and trying to wrangle three kids, and keep said kids occupied even though they have nowhere to run their energy out because the living room is full of BOXES! GAHHH! I have heard of people that acctually LIKE moving, and you would think with me being a Military Brat that I wouldn't mind it as much as I do but yeah... I think I am going to go scream some more. (not that that will get anything else packed but it sure feels good *Laughs*) &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5919562959660325261?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5919562959660325261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5919562959660325261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5919562959660325261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5919562959660325261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-sucks.html' title='Moving sucks'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK-KOroKRvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/vX4YduBH0xU/s72-c/100_2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5740060524949550669</id><published>2008-08-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:33:43.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK4ytFmuZ9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jbjA1fvanZA/s1600-h/100_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237179166858569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK4ytFmuZ9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jbjA1fvanZA/s320/100_2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK4ytSGZFgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7h7WX92au-s/s1600-h/100_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237179170212615682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK4ytSGZFgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7h7WX92au-s/s320/100_2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is After I brushed her hair out! I have to put it up in piggie tails or a pony tail or it is just mayhem and she looks like albert einsteins long lost grand daughter or soemthing *laughs* the plus side is she lives up to her nick name "Miss priss" Because she LOVES me combing her hair and doesn't squiggle to much when I am pulling it up into piggie tails (Just cause they are cuter than pony tails) how long will my luck last on her being as good as she is? I wonder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5740060524949550669?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5740060524949550669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5740060524949550669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5740060524949550669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5740060524949550669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-hair.html' title='crazy hair'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SK4ytFmuZ9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/jbjA1fvanZA/s72-c/100_2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7146944679830992934</id><published>2008-08-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:58:18.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830223678813346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1V69ntKI/AAAAAAAAArc/3_VQCqyAtBk/s320/haybeemommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830222931258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1V4LY69I/AAAAAAAAArk/dJcn4UdaVpo/s320/duo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1WNcYSmI/AAAAAAAAArs/e8l5cCunYa8/s1600-h/trio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830228639664738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1WNcYSmI/AAAAAAAAArs/e8l5cCunYa8/s320/trio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1WFdkMOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/RhmQmqIzTqk/s1600-h/100_2140-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236830226497155298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1WFdkMOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/RhmQmqIzTqk/s320/100_2140-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have after 4 years of momminess determined the only way to get mommy in the picture is to do self potraits sometimes they are good and others not so much *laughs* Here are a few of the better ones we have done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7146944679830992934?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7146944679830992934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7146944679830992934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7146944679830992934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7146944679830992934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-portraits.html' title='self portraits'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKz1V69ntKI/AAAAAAAAArc/3_VQCqyAtBk/s72-c/haybeemommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6177762990106198553</id><published>2008-08-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:44:25.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSev52JkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/q0ygPa7cWkc/s1600-h/100_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440048701154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSev52JkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/q0ygPa7cWkc/s320/100_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSe2hjmbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QZcDQF1rClw/s1600-h/100_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440050478324146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSe2hjmbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QZcDQF1rClw/s320/100_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSe4Ci1zI/AAAAAAAAArE/vjVvtJvosWA/s1600-h/100_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440050885121842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSe4Ci1zI/AAAAAAAAArE/vjVvtJvosWA/s320/100_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSfEZ7GNI/AAAAAAAAArM/oc2IL1jDZqQ/s1600-h/100_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440054204405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSfEZ7GNI/AAAAAAAAArM/oc2IL1jDZqQ/s320/100_2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a goof ball :) the stinker is already poseing for the camera but I guess after 7 months of having dozen of photos snapped each day one learns what to do *laughs* 7 months can you believe it? It seems like just yesterday that I had her. And now I have this full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fledged princess who is just to cute for words. How did I get so lucky all three of my kids are absolutely stinkin' cute and so goofy. I can be mad at them for driving me nutzo but in ten min or less one of them will do something that cracks me up. the next 18 or so years of my life are going to be interesting that is for sure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6177762990106198553?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6177762990106198553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6177762990106198553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6177762990106198553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6177762990106198553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SKuSev52JkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/q0ygPa7cWkc/s72-c/100_2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-2342496523215470197</id><published>2008-08-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:22:46.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookbook</title><content type='html'>Ok So I belong to a FANTASTIC mommy board although it has sort of gone from a mommy board to a board of sisters who just happen to each have a baby the was born in the summer of '06 *laughs* anyways with 14 mom's we all have our favorite recipe, some are great on money saving, some are great on being healthy but they are all delish! For a while we have just been posting our recipes on a topic on our board but Liz who is so awesome put together a blog JUST for our recipes. anyways I thought I would share the link with everyone enjoy the food :) and remember if you use a recipe leave a comment for us ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zzzcookbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://zzzcookbook.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-2342496523215470197?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/2342496523215470197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=2342496523215470197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2342496523215470197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/2342496523215470197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/cookbook.html' title='cookbook'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3209591573174241874</id><published>2008-08-18T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:02:45.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooo</title><content type='html'>So as I am sure I have mentioned my kids are super silly but what do you expect from a 4 year old a two year old and a 7 month old right? Well while teaching the older ones their animal sounds we got into saying "are you a (insert animal here)" and they would reply with the animal sound it is a fun game especialy when you add stuff like "Are you a MONSTER" and they RAWR or "are you GOOFY" and they laugh like goofy, stuff like that the monster one is the funniest because they would jump and claw at the air and go RAWR on the top of their lungs it cracks me up. Well Mr. L. has in the past week stopped making the animal sounds. Now when I ask him if he is a monster he sings Nooooo. It is cute but kinda heart breaking because with me "Monster" is a term of endearment. Some people call their children "little loves" or "My darlings" and where my kids are my loves and darlings the fact is they are wild and I love that and I have always called them my monsters ever since Boo was a baby he was my monster. But now my baby boy is saying he isn't my monster and I know he doesn't mean to hurt me but truthfully it does hurt just a little. Hopefully this phase passes soon and my little monster will be back. (I will try and get a video of Boo being a monster and L singing "Nooooo")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3209591573174241874?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3209591573174241874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3209591573174241874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3209591573174241874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3209591573174241874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/noooo.html' title='Noooo'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1593896225918129121</id><published>2008-08-14T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:16:47.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving video</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADRhH6-0410&lt;br /&gt;this video was made by a friend of my little brothers. (thus making him 18) the NYE county sheriffs office had a contest to make drinking and driving video (one of the perks being riding in the spiffy new charger cop cars *laughs) it is an awesome video and very moving I thought I would share it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1593896225918129121?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1593896225918129121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1593896225918129121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1593896225918129121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1593896225918129121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-video.html' title='moving video'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4328693018161559809</id><published>2008-08-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:40:35.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beethove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>random bloggerness</title><content type='html'>I still have not found my camera cord I guess I will go out tomorrow and buy another I am not happy about that but I guess that does not matter. Anyhow on to the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;J got switched to nights, 8-5 that stinks big time. somehow I now have to keep three kids quiet during the day, AND pack so we can move in 2 weeks! Sounds like fun huh? oh did I mention I have no boxes? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a movie based on what was my favorite CD as a child. "Beethoven lives upstairs" I can guarantee that I can be in the worst mood in the world but I hear this CD, movie or even the music that Beethoven wrote that is on this and I will be nice and relaxed. I have so  many fond memories listening to this as I grew up. I think as soon as I got a CD player my mom's copy of this vanished forever into my possession.  It gives another look at how great of a composer Beethoven was, and makes you realize more that all this wonderful music that still lives on today was first heard inside a deaf man head, how marvelous is that?  Just listen to it and you can FEEL his music, not just hear it. I really think I want to learn to play piano so I can play the music I love so much. It is never too late to learn right? I think that maybe I will take lessons along with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4328693018161559809?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4328693018161559809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4328693018161559809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4328693018161559809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4328693018161559809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-bloggerness.html' title='random bloggerness'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7691041748883224870</id><published>2008-08-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:21:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well this sucks</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some of the too cute pics from family day on Sunday but I left my friggin camera cord at my BIL's house way across town *grumbles* so not cool I feel helpless without it. whatever did we do without digital cameras. *Laughs* I will post a better blog laters byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7691041748883224870?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7691041748883224870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7691041748883224870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7691041748883224870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7691041748883224870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-this-sucks.html' title='well this sucks'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7786148939000208484</id><published>2008-08-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:33:01.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ5tnyjWyFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mP9cOY7Xq74/s1600-h/100_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ5tnyjWyFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mP9cOY7Xq74/s320/100_2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232740347403487314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ5toCocSlI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OkD7_BMIJ6M/s1600-h/100_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ5toCocSlI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OkD7_BMIJ6M/s320/100_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232740351719787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are a couple of cakes we made tonight, the first is for an Army family day. it is supposed to be an oak tree you know like "tie a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ribbon&lt;/span&gt; around the old oak tree" kindda cute right except that our tree sort of looks like it has a nice rack *Laughs*  and the second picture is my other nephew's 14th birthday cake it is by far the easiest cake i have made in a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7786148939000208484?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7786148939000208484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7786148939000208484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7786148939000208484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7786148939000208484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/cakes.html' title='cakes'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ5tnyjWyFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mP9cOY7Xq74/s72-c/100_2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8920717026191433625</id><published>2008-08-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:19:26.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0auvWMDEI/AAAAAAAAApc/8Hozzj5sk-E/s1600-h/100_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0auvWMDEI/AAAAAAAAApc/8Hozzj5sk-E/s320/100_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232367732360219714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0avIB0u1I/AAAAAAAAApk/4kjmmWKxRr0/s1600-h/100_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0avIB0u1I/AAAAAAAAApk/4kjmmWKxRr0/s320/100_2170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232367738985691986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0avn2Aa4I/AAAAAAAAAps/iFiPWIcYsdo/s1600-h/100_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0avn2Aa4I/AAAAAAAAAps/iFiPWIcYsdo/s320/100_2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232367747526060930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0awduaqYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XWVKnO4k9E0/s1600-h/100_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0awduaqYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XWVKnO4k9E0/s320/100_2173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232367761989740930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0aw8et4eI/AAAAAAAAAp8/n-6LN9Jw70Q/s1600-h/100_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0aw8et4eI/AAAAAAAAAp8/n-6LN9Jw70Q/s320/100_2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232367770245390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my nephew turned 10 today BIG birthday :) he wanted a dog cake I am rather pleased with how it turned out. his party was at peter piper pizza, L won the jackpot at one game and got 795 tickets!  Nice huh between the boys and J we got 1750 tickets the boys each got a magic wand and the princess got a crown. enjoy the photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8920717026191433625?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8920717026191433625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8920717026191433625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8920717026191433625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8920717026191433625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/hs-b-day.html' title='H&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJ0auvWMDEI/AAAAAAAAApc/8Hozzj5sk-E/s72-c/100_2169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6093587209178425749</id><published>2008-08-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:19:55.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be scared?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyg_jICI/AAAAAAAAApE/vOv20WOvawM/s1600-h/100_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyg_jICI/AAAAAAAAApE/vOv20WOvawM/s320/100_2165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232228159249915938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyn4E6xI/AAAAAAAAApM/z1oLpwJyxsU/s1600-h/100_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyn4E6xI/AAAAAAAAApM/z1oLpwJyxsU/s320/100_2164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232228161097624338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyxVl6MI/AAAAAAAAApU/ngXh1HIGOCs/s1600-h/100_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyxVl6MI/AAAAAAAAApU/ngXh1HIGOCs/s320/100_2163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232228163637340354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Should I be worried? do we have a tony hawk on our hands? *laughs* highly unlikely honestly but it was cute he saw the nephews board and had to get on it and remarkably didn't biff immediatly (that cannot be said for me but we won't go there *rubs her bum where she landed*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6093587209178425749?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6093587209178425749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6093587209178425749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6093587209178425749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6093587209178425749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/should-i-be-scared.html' title='Should I be scared?'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJybyg_jICI/AAAAAAAAApE/vOv20WOvawM/s72-c/100_2165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-3228192329985702664</id><published>2008-08-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:23:11.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJsTNzim_nI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VOjlew95imQ/s1600-h/100_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJsTNzim_nI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VOjlew95imQ/s320/100_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796520015560306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L cracks me up. He has so much personality. Mind you sometimes that drives me batty but more offten than not he is so stinkin' cute, that I can't help but want to grab him and hug him, even if he is being a monster. Like just now he is going around "Sneezing"  (faking it) and then yelling BLESS YOU!! BLESS YOU!! MOMMY BLESS ME!!! *Laughs* Such a silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-3228192329985702664?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/3228192329985702664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=3228192329985702664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3228192329985702664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/3228192329985702664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/bless-you.html' title='Bless you'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJsTNzim_nI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VOjlew95imQ/s72-c/100_2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-8660708208955801126</id><published>2008-08-06T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:57:41.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am In love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJoeOCE4BWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/VULt6lW6Rvk/s1600-h/100_2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJoeOCE4BWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/VULt6lW6Rvk/s320/100_2130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep in love with snack food. I am trying REALLY hard to got down into a size 8, that isn't asking much since I am in a size 10 jeans as I type this (And I can breathe as well!) BUT after having the bug and what not I seem to have stalled out at 136-140 lbs and size 10. I wouldn't fuss EXCEPT I have Boxes full of size 8 clothes including the most comfy jeans in the world. So what's the problem it is just a size right? Well my problem is I LOVE snacking, I am a muncher it is what I do. (And no I don't do weed anymore so that is not it) But I get bored and I head for the kitchen. BAD IDEA FRED! So up until now I have been heading in there grabing chips or something equally unhealthy. Last night though I bought a "munchie pack" it had the chips ahoy! , Lorna Doone shortbread cookies, and oreo. all 100 cal each HEAVEN I tell you they are so yummy (well the chips ahoy! ones are) and they are satisfing and mmmmmm perfect &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-8660708208955801126?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/8660708208955801126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=8660708208955801126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8660708208955801126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/8660708208955801126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-in-love-with-snack-food.html' title='I am In love!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJoeOCE4BWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/VULt6lW6Rvk/s72-c/100_2130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4207959870092945360</id><published>2008-08-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:28:18.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outside fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP6Y5pMuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IFooFBsrnE0/s1600-h/100_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441044191130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP6Y5pMuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IFooFBsrnE0/s320/100_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP6yp6qiI/AAAAAAAAAok/4RiAL8ib0CE/s1600-h/100_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441051104487970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP6yp6qiI/AAAAAAAAAok/4RiAL8ib0CE/s320/100_2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP7MK5BTI/AAAAAAAAAos/0SZr3m2aFmQ/s1600-h/100_2119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441057953678642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP7MK5BTI/AAAAAAAAAos/0SZr3m2aFmQ/s320/100_2119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it has finally gotten "cool" enough that I don't mind throwing the boys outside to play for a little while at a time which is great since Boo got a bubble machine for his birthday. So for a couple of hours a day the boys go outside with their bikes, i turn the bubble machine on and set it in my window and I sit at my computer while the boys play outside. The girl sleeps and mommy has some time "to herself" with the occational shout  of "Get back where i can see you! Life is good.&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/3863566088448977565-4207959870092945360?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4207959870092945360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4207959870092945360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4207959870092945360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4207959870092945360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/outside-fun.html' title='outside fun'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJnP6Y5pMuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IFooFBsrnE0/s72-c/100_2129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4131133938056734717</id><published>2008-08-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:35:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="scroll" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=" width="180" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="2&amp;amp;bordert=" bgfont="0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=" filter="0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=" txt="0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=" fontsize="11&amp;amp;speed=" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/meridith-brooks-lyrics.html"&gt;Meridith Brooks Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Im A Bitch Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is possible to make a song play when you read a blog becuase this is at least the second time I have posted lyrics. I guess I just find songs that fit my mood whatever mood that happens to be today I am in a rather irritable mood at least my boys are getting some clue that this a day to avoid the mommy and are shockingly playing in their room, I think the princess' mood is matching mine but the poor dear is teething so she has an excuse I suppose. As for me well (guys who happen to read this you may wish to close your eyes or just skip this blog all together) when you have ben pregnant, or breastfeeding for over 4 years straight and in those 4 years (includeing the 6 weeks after you give birth) you have had a whopping 6 cycles well after all that time for the first time my body is mine, no baby growing or feeding off me and that lovely time is here for the first time after the tubal well I am grumpy and crabby and well just stay away from the Harris girls for now *laughs* well now that I am done complaining my princess is useing my arm as a teething toy (Gross) so I am going to find her something else to chew on  byes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4131133938056734717?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4131133938056734717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4131133938056734717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4131133938056734717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4131133938056734717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4887831247389174190</id><published>2008-08-04T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:21:20.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One crazy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpyvn9jZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/EJfbiCYCacI/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695443968396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpyvn9jZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/EJfbiCYCacI/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzO1OSWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/S9loT3AYg-w/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695452345518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzO1OSWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/S9loT3AYg-w/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzVoay3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/QtiNIm_znwg/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695454170860402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzVoay3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/QtiNIm_znwg/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzgn4zLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/x_FfpnuhSv8/s1600-h/knh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695457121422514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpzgn4zLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/x_FfpnuhSv8/s320/knh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcp0O-Mh9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/KNNsLSQwr9Y/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695469563021266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcp0O-Mh9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/KNNsLSQwr9Y/s320/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was a blast. Simply put anyways. On Saturday after I got my sister we all went to Sweet tomatoes for dinner that is the first two pictures the first is a family shot with my Aunt takeing the picture. the second is me in my brother's scout hat. On Sunday my sister and I went shopping a SCORED on an awesome dress for me is is green with white daisies I will try to find a pic of me in it. We managed to make it to my brother's Eagle ceremony which lasted maybe 15 minutes and we all sat around and talked for about anohter 2 hours while I was tryign to herd the whole crew (20 in all) down the mountian so we could go out to eat at applebees which is where the pic of my daddy and the Bug got taken. Have you ever taken 20 people to one resturant, talk about noisey but it was good. We played pass the princess with the bug and the boys played musical laps after they got done with their food. There was a lot of laughter and love. Good times I tell you, good times. I don't know how long dinner lasted but soon enough it was time for us all to split up and head home. I love it when my family gets together. It doesn't happen too offten but when it does I always have a feeling that can only be described as euphoria for a while after everthing is over. When we came back home my sister and I took a few photos, that is her with the kids in the last two pictures. After we put the kids in bed we did girly stuff and played with make-up by played I mean she taught me a few things I did not know how to do with make-up and then it was time for bed.  A busy weekend down and now bring on the birthdays. (more on that in a later blog ;P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4887831247389174190?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4887831247389174190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4887831247389174190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4887831247389174190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4887831247389174190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-crazy-weekend.html' title='One crazy weekend!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJcpyvn9jZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/EJfbiCYCacI/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4767852258838067467</id><published>2008-08-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:05:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJaOJ13y7bI/AAAAAAAAAns/qYCZeH_2710/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJaOJ13y7bI/AAAAAAAAAns/qYCZeH_2710/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My baby brother is an Eagle Scout now. I couldn't be more proud of him (well unless he got out of Pahrump but we won't go there right now.) The ceremony was short and sweet, he surprised us all with honoring our Grandpa with a mentor pin. My big tough gramppa was teary at that.  I will blog more with more pictures of the whole family tommorow but for today, this is my brothers day. Congrats Dork I love you!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4767852258838067467?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4767852258838067467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4767852258838067467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4767852258838067467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4767852258838067467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-brother-is-eagle-scout-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJaOJ13y7bI/AAAAAAAAAns/qYCZeH_2710/s72-c/Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5230932222188578566</id><published>2008-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:01:21.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelly's got talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJSgmTEbpfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eOB9XIzTKMY/s1600-h/100_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJSgmTEbpfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eOB9XIzTKMY/s320/100_2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so friggin' talented. Really. Why do you ask? Well see that pretty bruise on my thumb? That isn't a normal place to get a Bruise is it? Nope I am done with brusieing the "Normal" parts of my body like my shins, I have moved on to this. Booness was being a twerp and desided to throw a tantrum and so I went to spank his bum well as my hand came down his sandel clad foot came up and caught my thumb, a minute later it felt like it was on fire, not just the thumb the WHOLE hand all my veins in my hand are extremely pronounced right now like even the most nervous nurse's asst. could find a vein if I needed to give blood *laughs* and my thumb while my hand was burning was turning purple and swelling. Nice huh? Dad says it sounds like I busted another blood vessel. Another one you say? Yep it has happened before once again something really dumb I don't remember what but once again it is my right thumb this is getting old... &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5230932222188578566?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5230932222188578566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5230932222188578566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5230932222188578566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5230932222188578566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/shellys-got-talent.html' title='Shelly&apos;s got talent'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJSgmTEbpfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eOB9XIzTKMY/s72-c/100_2093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-6429532908567351393</id><published>2008-08-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:58:37.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJMx_Q7apVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7myZMXdrEJo/s1600-h/100_2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229578555252974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJMx_Q7apVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7myZMXdrEJo/s320/100_2081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJMx_1VPDsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RedjLKG2g9Q/s1600-h/100_2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229578565024943810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJMx_1VPDsI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RedjLKG2g9Q/s320/100_2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my genius idea of making a &lt;a href="http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-creativity.html"&gt;Doormat out of plastic bags&lt;/a&gt; is prooving to be more difficult/painful that previously thought. I am making progress with it as you can tell by the pictures. I have about 100 feet of rope that was the EASY part! Sewing it sucks like HELL though seriously that needle in the picture has stabbed me multiple times and forcing it to go through my tightly braided rope is HARD as hell! (I am sounding rather much like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQm_8vX3sYU"&gt;Jeff Dunham's Peanut&lt;/a&gt; ) this doormat MIGHT get done by winter. I hope so, since that is why I am making it. For some reason come winter time we track in a TON more dirt inside than in the summer I think because we are more apt to go outside when it is cold rather than melt your skin off hot ;D&lt;br /&gt;My index finger and my thumb are gonna get some nice looking callus' before this is over I can already feel them forming ugh. Ok enough complaining. I WILL finish this silly thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-6429532908567351393?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/6429532908567351393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=6429532908567351393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6429532908567351393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/6429532908567351393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/08/owwy.html' title='Owwy.'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJMx_Q7apVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7myZMXdrEJo/s72-c/100_2081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-5533713949356383719</id><published>2008-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:04:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A family Reunion!!</title><content type='html'>Holy Bejebbers! On Sunday when my baby brother is getting his Eagle award we will have more of our family together than has been in a REALLY long time! My Gramma and Grammpa on my mom's side will be there, my older sister, my little brother, me and my kids, of course my mom and "step dad" and my dad but the REAL shocker is my dad's sister came up too! I haven't seen my Aunt since i was like 10 or something! No real surprise that my older brother or step sibilings aren't coming but wowwie plus of course J and his brother with his wife will be there as well this is going to be so friggin' awesome! Just wait for the pics!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-5533713949356383719?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/5533713949356383719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=5533713949356383719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5533713949356383719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/5533713949356383719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reunion.html' title='A family Reunion!!'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-7924602631134024816</id><published>2008-07-30T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:47:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M mini tubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJDvcPbEHkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5V95myhm2i0/s1600-h/100_2073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJDvcPbEHkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5V95myhm2i0/s320/100_2073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have an obscean amount of Mini's tubes 70 to be exact my boys "Inherited" them meaning my brother gave them his child hood toy box complete with all the toys he  had in there. He used to stack these tubes and throw balls at them. He thought it was hilarious, while I found it quite annoying simply because my room was on the other side of the wall that he was throwing the balls at *laughs* anyways the reason for this post. BESIDES just throwing them away. Do any of you "crafty" people who read this blog have any idea what I can do with any/all of these things????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-7924602631134024816?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/7924602631134024816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=7924602631134024816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7924602631134024816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/7924602631134024816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/07/m-mini-tubes.html' title='M&amp;M mini tubes'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJDvcPbEHkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5V95myhm2i0/s72-c/100_2073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-4244803760180596824</id><published>2008-07-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:37:15.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJCmyq_3rEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bisk5XH44Jg/s1600-h/100_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJCmyq_3rEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bisk5XH44Jg/s320/100_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sunday is going to be a big deal one my little brother is getting his Eagle award, I can't even express how proud I am of that! The other thing that will be a big deal is that my Gramma and Gramppa are going to be there as well, we are going to take a 4 generation picture, my Gramma, my mom, me, and of course the Princess. *Smiles* I am so excited, my grandparents have not seen her yet.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-4244803760180596824?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/4244803760180596824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=4244803760180596824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4244803760180596824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/4244803760180596824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-generations.html' title='4 generations'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SJCmyq_3rEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Bisk5XH44Jg/s72-c/100_2054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863566088448977565.post-1527814998123862064</id><published>2008-07-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:47:39.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dUsftlZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y_ktu14qCBY/s1600-h/72904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228570671267550610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dUsftlZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y_ktu14qCBY/s320/72904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dUsIkWvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/f-02yZnWZBU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228570671170476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dUsIkWvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/f-02yZnWZBU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVW0BOxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9MEDKqZD0qQ/s1600-h/boobear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228570682627013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVW0BOxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9MEDKqZD0qQ/s320/boobear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVvCsX5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/3JFpf0NLGOM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228570689131011986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVvCsX5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/3JFpf0NLGOM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVwczwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qk7L_rMCsxw/s1600-h/100_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228570689508982994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dVwczwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qk7L_rMCsxw/s320/100_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have posted this sooner but I was looking for photos of my baby. My Boo turned 4 today. 4 years ago I looked into this little guys face and my life changed all for the better. Because of my Boo, I stopped all the stupid stuff I was into and I fell in love with being a mom and I swore I was gonna be the best mom I could be. Now that little baby boy is a big ol' four year old who drives me bonkers somedays but most days makes me laugh. He wants to be a rock star, He is ALWAYS going somewhere and never sits still. I looked through all these photos I have of him and I smile. I think I did a pretty good job with him. :) Happy Birthday Boo I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863566088448977565-1527814998123862064?l=jlhmama468.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/feeds/1527814998123862064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863566088448977565&amp;postID=1527814998123862064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1527814998123862064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863566088448977565/posts/default/1527814998123862064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlhmama468.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-years-ago-today.html' title='4 years ago today'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171061962268292129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVHIC7N3K-8/ThlDDB5b2TI/AAAAAAAAEIc/UfxjxjwFUL0/s220/100_5483.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yk7-zzqYDh8/SI-dUsftlZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y_ktu14qCBY/s72-c/72904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
