<?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-1674673513952379680</id><updated>2012-02-13T09:14:53.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my--four--sons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3101749643433666276</id><published>2011-06-21T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:20:10.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update!!!</title><content type='html'>I know it's a long time coming:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I can start with me. I finally got the position I have been trying for and I start this August and I am really excited to start that. I also just got back from a conference in ST George last week for work. It was alot of fun and I learned alot. I also started a new medication last month to replace the one that was making me sick and I feel so much better now. No more puking and nausea. Right now I am on my summer break and have been super busy but I think things are starting to slow down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick is doing well. He is still having back issues but that will be a life long thing. I hate seeing him hurt so bad :( He has been working steady which is great. He has also been really busy being the assistant cub scout master. Deshawn loves having his dad be there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam has grown like a weed lately. He now towers over me:( He has been playing baseball and there team is going to state next month and he is real excited for that since his teams have never been to state before. He even gets his picture in the newspaper and he thinks that is pretty cool. We just got him signed up for football starting in August and he is excited for that too. I am a little nervous for him but I keep being told that I just worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshawn has been struggling a little with his behaviors but we just switched his meds a little and hopefully that will give him some relief. He is loving summer and being able to play with all the neighbor kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker is also very happy it is summer. He and Deshawn are also playing machine pitch right now and they practice all the time. I am just waiting for a window to break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a very short update and I hope there are still a couple of you that check back every once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3101749643433666276?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3101749643433666276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3101749643433666276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3101749643433666276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3101749643433666276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='update!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7387634370221831048</id><published>2011-02-06T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:25:14.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I don't know why it has been so hard for me to blog these days. I love being able to journal things and share with people what's going on in our lives but I have really let the ball drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I better update you all on what's been happening lately in our lives. I just had my 34th birthday. I am still working with the school district and I am always searching for a better position. But I am grateful for what I do have. Financially we are hurting right now (along with the rest of the country) so I keep on looking for something that will pay better. As far as my health goes I have been doing really great as far as my diabetes goes(yay me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick is still working in drywall and they have been pretty steady which is great. He has been working out of town alot which has been super hard on us. We really depend on him around here. Now if we could pick up side jobs again like we used to that would be great. I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but Rick was diagnosed with Diabetes in August and he was able to get it under control real fast and has done a great job managing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is playing basketball and is currently tied for 1st in his division with one more game to go so he is hoping to take 1st. He is now officially taller than me :( I can't believe how big he is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshawn is doing AWESOME in school. He has tested out of all of his resource classes and now is fully mainstream schooled. He still gets speech 2 times a week for 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker is crazy and a busy, busy boy :) We love every minute of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7387634370221831048?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7387634370221831048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7387634370221831048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7387634370221831048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7387634370221831048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2011/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-917532854695215177</id><published>2010-09-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:11:05.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>face.book has won me over</title><content type='html'>I do believe that I have turned into a face.book junkie and I have neglected my blog far too long. Since my last post we have been camping once on the 24th of July. The boys had swimming lessons and I started a new med that pretty much felt like chemo. I puked more than I care to count. But my body has finally (hopefully) adjusted (14 pounds later).&lt;br /&gt;The boys started school on the 25th of August and I also started back to work. It is super hard to go back to work after three months off but it has been nice too. I also applied for a new position again :) I probably won't get this one because I know their kitchen situation and I am pretty sure she is going to hire one of the ladies that is already in her kitchen. But I still felt like I needed to apply because I am hoping they will get the hint and will keep seeing my name and give me a shot. The jobs I applied for in May all went to ladies already in their kitchens. It really sucks because I should have first dibs because I am a contracted employee and contracted employees should technically be looked at first but I know they bend the rules in their favor alot.&lt;br /&gt;Also this summer we found out my hubby has Diabetes. Totally shocked us but he is doing well with controlling it and I am proud of him for taking it by the horns and really trying to be healthy. He has also been going to physical therapy for his back and has seen some good improvements and he is really taking it seriously and doing his home exercises faithfully. He works so hard for our family and I love and appreciate him so much.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if anyone reads my blog anymore but if anyone does and wants to be friends on facebook let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-917532854695215177?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/917532854695215177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=917532854695215177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/917532854695215177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/917532854695215177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/09/facebook-has-won-me-over.html' title='face.book has won me over'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2348155201840183092</id><published>2010-06-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:19:26.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes!!!</title><content type='html'>Ten years old....Crazy how time flies.  I just wanted to write a simple post wishing my sweet angel a happy birthday.  Happy Birthday baby we miss you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2348155201840183092?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2348155201840183092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2348155201840183092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2348155201840183092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2348155201840183092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4270331125930552859</id><published>2010-06-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:57:09.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Well I never got an interview for those jobs that I applied for. I am a little disappointed but I will keep on keepin on :) I will just keep on trying until I get what I ultimately want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy week. If you are on my facebook you already know this. On Tuesday we went to our summer movie and then we had Adams baseball game that evening. On Wednesday me and my boys went on a hike in the morning and then the little boys started coach pitch that evening. On Thursday we went to the zoo and in the evening we went to another one of Adams games. Today I woke up and my eyes were glued shut and I couldn't breath. I am thinking I have spent too much time outside and my allergies have gotten the best of me. I hope its just allergies and not a sign of something worse to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be a busy one too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYzLJC7EI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dn3gkMXqZYM/s1600/June+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYzLJC7EI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dn3gkMXqZYM/s200/June+2010+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479148795348577346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYa7f6yRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HU81SyT6Hhk/s1600/June+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYa7f6yRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HU81SyT6Hhk/s200/June+2010+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479148378832685330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYDfcSHfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eO6MADzQbLw/s1600/June+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYDfcSHfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eO6MADzQbLw/s200/June+2010+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479147976164253170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnXvwJnxRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aqeqQEZHqXw/s1600/June+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnXvwJnxRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aqeqQEZHqXw/s200/June+2010+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479147637051999506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnXR4HFB8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_lDa3Q9PgQM/s1600/June+2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnXR4HFB8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_lDa3Q9PgQM/s200/June+2010+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479147123792742338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4270331125930552859?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4270331125930552859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4270331125930552859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4270331125930552859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4270331125930552859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/06/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/TAnYzLJC7EI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dn3gkMXqZYM/s72-c/June+2010+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2098155426678296967</id><published>2010-05-21T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:12:43.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it....</title><content type='html'>I decided to apply for those jobs.  It will stay posted until Tues and hopefully I will hear from them soon after that. I am keeping my fingers crossed but I am not keeping my hopes up. I am happy where I am at right now and if I don't get the job than I will just stay where I am and try again another time. So anyway I will let you know if I get an interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2098155426678296967?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2098155426678296967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2098155426678296967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2098155426678296967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2098155426678296967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6881161189224585987</id><published>2010-05-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:39:10.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the school year!!</title><content type='html'>I am coming up on the last week of school and then I will be out of work for the summer. Good thing is I still get a paycheck while I have the summer off. I am looking forward to this time off with the boys. I am going to try to keep them busy with fun activities and hopefully I will be better at blogging too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as work goes I am trying to decide whether or not to apply for another position in another school. I love where I am at but the job pays alot better than what I am making right now. Its just hard to leave where I am because I am happy where I am at. What if I take the other position and I hate it there? This is my dilemma right now. Also the fact that I have only worked for my district for a year makes me wonder if they would even consider me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the kids go they are all doing great. Deshawn is doing so well in school they have taken away almost all of his extra services. This is such a great thing. He will still get assistance in Math and Speech but he went from getting 4 hours of extra services a day to only 30 min a day for math and 30 min 2 times a week for speech. It just makes me so happy to see him doing so well. Parker is right on track and Adam is doing great as well. Infact I had a sneak peek at Adams grades and they are better than they have been all year. He so far has all A's and one B. We will have to see for sure next week when we get report cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will let you all know what I decide on the job thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6881161189224585987?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6881161189224585987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6881161189224585987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6881161189224585987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6881161189224585987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-school-year.html' title='End of the school year!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6732054114826477441</id><published>2010-04-04T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:24:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S7kfjMP-TII/AAAAAAAAAr8/5oTJBrYF9zA/s1600/Easter+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S7kfjMP-TII/AAAAAAAAAr8/5oTJBrYF9zA/s200/Easter+2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456427112980171906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S7ke2uAoBWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7leymXMvM3I/s1600/Easter+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S7ke2uAoBWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7leymXMvM3I/s200/Easter+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456426348948489570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know I have been a very bad blogger but I had a second so I decided to post a pic of the easter loot. I was a bad mom and didn't get any still shots of them with their easter stuff so I only have a pic of their loot :) I did camcorder them so I do have that but I will save you from watching that lengthy thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6732054114826477441?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6732054114826477441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6732054114826477441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6732054114826477441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6732054114826477441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S7kfjMP-TII/AAAAAAAAAr8/5oTJBrYF9zA/s72-c/Easter+2010+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2684363863790672141</id><published>2010-01-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:55:46.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure randomness!</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fun to post some random photos on here. I might have already put some of these on here at one time or another so forgive me if I did. While I was going through these it reminded me of how fast time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PapjsgKVI/AAAAAAAAArs/EVR9TB0Dqz0/s1600-h/HPIM1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PapjsgKVI/AAAAAAAAArs/EVR9TB0Dqz0/s200/HPIM1289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427922383402969426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PaBE_TL4I/AAAAAAAAArk/QsnPadVvkS0/s1600-h/HPIM0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PaBE_TL4I/AAAAAAAAArk/QsnPadVvkS0/s200/HPIM0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427921687965544322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZxLRMH4I/AAAAAAAAArc/j9hb03RbP6w/s1600-h/HPIM0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZxLRMH4I/AAAAAAAAArc/j9hb03RbP6w/s200/HPIM0872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427921414773284738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZftbqBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/WjhAf0fDmSg/s1600-h/boys+christmas+card+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZftbqBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/WjhAf0fDmSg/s200/boys+christmas+card+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427921114706347346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZGO_BLDI/AAAAAAAAArM/z9sA1J91zhA/s1600-h/HPIM0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PZGO_BLDI/AAAAAAAAArM/z9sA1J91zhA/s200/HPIM0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427920677036436530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PY40pgAHI/AAAAAAAAArE/huh19TAkYHc/s1600-h/HPIM0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PY40pgAHI/AAAAAAAAArE/huh19TAkYHc/s200/HPIM0567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427920446628561010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PYQCdfh9I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Nu_mzPFnF_4/s1600-h/adams+baptism+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PYQCdfh9I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Nu_mzPFnF_4/s200/adams+baptism+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427919745961658322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXaMm4aRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Lkd1yaInJPw/s1600-h/parker+flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXaMm4aRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Lkd1yaInJPw/s200/parker+flower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918820972456210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXQoi9oxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-tQ_MoLDMwU/s1600-h/deshawn+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXQoi9oxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-tQ_MoLDMwU/s200/deshawn+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918656673522450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXChUiqMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zMVZpkbo5Oo/s1600-h/all+my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PXChUiqMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/zMVZpkbo5Oo/s200/all+my+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918414215817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PW0KNsAEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3pSTtK_jr-w/s1600-h/family+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PW0KNsAEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3pSTtK_jr-w/s200/family+pic+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918167494885442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWtA5qN3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ct5eJcugwtI/s1600-h/deshawns+finalization+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWtA5qN3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ct5eJcugwtI/s200/deshawns+finalization+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918044735879026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWoFqx0JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_9DvDWCZgaQ/s1600-h/three+boys+in+the+tub.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWoFqx0JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_9DvDWCZgaQ/s200/three+boys+in+the+tub.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427917960116293778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWNI1l_wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1Y1wuEATxPI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWNI1l_wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1Y1wuEATxPI/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427917497110494978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWExUsbAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qb7G9unp4RQ/s1600-h/RICK+AND+MEL+WED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PWExUsbAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qb7G9unp4RQ/s200/RICK+AND+MEL+WED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427917353359535106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PV-PyIpQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_U0bDLIaUio/s1600-h/melanie+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PV-PyIpQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_U0bDLIaUio/s200/melanie+graduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427917241276998914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2684363863790672141?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2684363863790672141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2684363863790672141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2684363863790672141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2684363863790672141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/01/pure-randomness.html' title='Pure randomness!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/S1PapjsgKVI/AAAAAAAAArs/EVR9TB0Dqz0/s72-c/HPIM1289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1784159665086791555</id><published>2010-01-01T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:09:28.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new year!</title><content type='html'>This has been one crazy year for us. We are sooooo looking forward to this new year. Hopefully we can work on getting out of the debt we got ourselves in debt trying to stay afloat this year. We were almost completely out of debt at the beginning of this year and now it is just pitiful where we are. But we have great plans to dig ourselves out now I have a steady job that has insurance and hopefully this year will bring more side jobs for Rick because that is where he makes alot of money. The year before last he had a side job every month this year he has had 2 all year. So everyone cross your fingers for good things to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last post I mentioned they were going to put me on a monitor that would read my bloodsugars constantly for a week. Well my insurance company has other ideas. I have to do some hardcore testing at home and show them my records and then "they" will decide if that is what I need. I guess they figure they are the doctors. Anyway so I will be doing that for a couple weeks and then I will have to wait until the insurance decides if it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great and we have really enjoyed our christmas break. We had a great Christmas and the kids were spoiled rotten. I even heard a couple of times that this was best Christmas ever. So all in all I think they had a great christmas.  We are sad to be seeing our break coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1784159665086791555?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1784159665086791555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1784159665086791555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1784159665086791555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1784159665086791555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='The new year!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5364847179380661467</id><published>2009-12-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:38:22.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up</title><content type='html'>Well there is nothing much going on since my last post. We are still trying to get ready for christmas. We are getting my oldest a cell phone for christmas and once we pick that up we will be done with shopping. I am still not sure how I feel about him getting a cell phone but I know I will feel better if he has one and for 10 bucks a month it is well worth it to me. Plus I will have a bargaining chip with him once he gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 5 more working days and I will be off for a couple weeks for the holidays. This is where I LOVE my job. I get so much time off. My paychecks suck but they do pay for groceries and that is good enough for me. I get alot of time off and get a paycheck all year so I am good for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday and he wants to put a monitor on me that continuously reads my bloodsugars so he can get a better idea of how he wants to continue treating me. I have to wear it for a week which I am not looking forward to but I would like to get a tighter control of my blood sugars. For those of you who know what an A1C is my number is a 7.8 which is not great but not horrible. So we are just trying to achieve great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are great and so excited for christmas they can hardly stand it. To tell the truth neither can I. I am really excited for christmas this year. I actually did less presents this year but I think they are going to love what they are getting. We will see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attatched are pics from my family christmas party.  We had santa and alot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_mjD0EBI/AAAAAAAAAps/KIxskVYiigM/s1600-h/December+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_mjD0EBI/AAAAAAAAAps/KIxskVYiigM/s200/December+2009+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415718852136013842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_XJPEdwI/AAAAAAAAApk/yzGdLPxnvxM/s1600-h/December+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_XJPEdwI/AAAAAAAAApk/yzGdLPxnvxM/s200/December+2009+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415718587505866498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_GbOqFQI/AAAAAAAAApc/Rg8mSVheIDQ/s1600-h/December+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_GbOqFQI/AAAAAAAAApc/Rg8mSVheIDQ/s200/December+2009+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415718300278199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5364847179380661467?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5364847179380661467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5364847179380661467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5364847179380661467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5364847179380661467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh_mjD0EBI/AAAAAAAAAps/KIxskVYiigM/s72-c/December+2009+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5243928905214620649</id><published>2009-11-29T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:48:45.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been way too long since I posted. Ever since I started working I feel so drained that it is hard to get motivated to post anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November has been a crazy busy month. My sister had her gallbladder out so I was helping out where I could with her children. I have been christmas shopping whenever I have a free minute. I was trying to finish before Thanksgiving but I didn't quite make it this year. I still have a few odds and ends to pick up. Then last sunday my moms side of the family got together for a Thanksgiving feast of pizza :) I am pretty sure if my grandma was alive she would be so very disappointed in us for that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was a bust for me. We went to Ricks parents house and we were told the wrong time so everyone started without us. Kindof left me in a foul mood. We were scraping for some of the food. But we did get fed. I don't know what it is but his parents are really striking a nerve with me lately. They are great people but they have done a few things that have struck me wrong. One day we were over to their house and Rick had been there for hours working on an outdoor playhouse and the boys were being rowdy and his dad started swearing at them and yelling. It really hurt my feelings because this is the impression my kids will have of their grandpa. We don't get out to see them that often and I feel like it should be a good experience and not a bad one. I should have said something but I just packed the kids up and left. Rick stayed behind and ate some dinner that she only made him (that's a whole other story). Another thing is that she forgot to get Adam a birthday present. She usually gives them money so I just gave Adam the money that she would have given him. But his feelings were hurt that she forgot about him. I dunno what to think but enough of that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped one store on black friday and got me a wheat grinder for $150 what a deal:) I left at 5:30 and was home and back to sleep by 6:10 so not too bad. We ended up putting up the christmas tree and the house lights so we are all ready for the christmas season at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all doing great. Deshawn is struggling a little bit with his emotions. I am not sure what that is about but he is doing a little better the last couple of days. Since his last doctor appt we have been dealing with another diagnosis. He was Diagnosed ADHD. This is really not something I noticed before because I have really only focused on his other issues. So now we are trying to decide to add more meds or not. Right now I am leaning towards no. I thought I would list on here his official diagnosis for some people that don't know. He has been diagnosed with PDD-NOS which is in the autism family also Anxiety disorder, Oppositional Defiant disorder, Fetal Alcohol syndrome, Expressive language disorder,Developmental coordination disorder, insomnia and now ADHD. So as you can see we have our hands full with him. We love him so much and just want the best for him. I just hope we can give him everything he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5243928905214620649?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5243928905214620649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5243928905214620649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5243928905214620649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5243928905214620649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title='WOW!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5902834411147933696</id><published>2009-10-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:06:42.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SuxSX-EXqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HzAAyBTutUU/s1600-h/Happy+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SuxSX-EXqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HzAAyBTutUU/s200/Happy+Halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398780625062177010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5902834411147933696?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5902834411147933696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5902834411147933696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5902834411147933696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5902834411147933696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SuxSX-EXqPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HzAAyBTutUU/s72-c/Happy+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1978685745360710471</id><published>2009-10-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:14:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deshawn has big news!  ***UPDATED***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SslLfet8vhI/AAAAAAAAAos/OFo41srCpXs/s1600-h/October+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SslLfet8vhI/AAAAAAAAAos/OFo41srCpXs/s200/October+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388921433319325202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Deshawn officially lost his first tooth yesterday. He was so excited to have the tooth fairy come and take his tooth away. When he woke up he came running into our room and had to show us his crisp $1 bill. He was sleeping in Parkers room and so Parker came up with some long winded story about how he got in a pillow fight with the tooth fairy and she hugged him and told him that he needed to hurry and lose a tooth so she could come back. That kid cracks me up. His stories are so out there sometimes and I honestly believe he believes himself half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Just as I finished typing this post Adam and Deshawn were messing around and Adam ended up hitting Deshawns other tooth and it was so loose that we had to yank it out.  So now he wants to know why he talks so funny :)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have once again been a terrible blogger but I feel like I don't have alot of time to blog like I use to. I hate it because I love blogging and things have been going well for us lately so I should be blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rick just got back last week from a deer hunting trip. We hiked our behinds off and took alot of 4wheeler trips. The trees were starting to change colors and being in the mountains in the fall is such an incredible feeling. We were on these trails in the middle of nowhere and it was so pretty. Plus I got to share all of this beauty with my wonderful husband. It was nice to be able to spend one on one time with him. He is so much fun to spend time with and we always have so much fun being together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone Adam had his 11th birthday (I know we are bad parents leaving our kid on his birthday) I can't believe he is 11 already. Time seriously flies. I just love that kid so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshawn is doing so well with school this year. He is attending the same school as the other 2 boys this year and he is loving it. On Friday he came home and I pulled out his homework and told him to wait for me to finish the dishes and I would help him with his math and he told me that it was okay he didn't need my help so I let him go for it and when I finished the dishes I figured I better check it and see if he did it right and he did all 3 pages correctly. I was floored. He is a smarty pants :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker he always has a story to tell. He comes home with some of the funniest stories sometimes. One of his stories was that his teacher locks the kids in the bathroom and won't let them out until they pee their pants. Only my Parker can come up with something so out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well for me. I am still super excited about the benefits that I will get. Medical, Dental , Life , Vision and Disability plus 401k and Utah state retirement. It is such a nice feeling. Alot of my worries are no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricks work is hit and miss. I am hoping that he will be able to stay busy through the winter. As for right now they have been working pretty steady. He is still having problems with his back and I hate that he is in pain all the time. Hopefully now that we have insurance maybe he can have it looked at again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we are hangin in there and I will try to post more often. There are a few people who have been complaining about how I have been neglecting my blog so I guess I better stop slackin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1978685745360710471?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1978685745360710471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1978685745360710471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1978685745360710471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1978685745360710471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/10/deshawn-has-big-news.html' title='Deshawn has big news!  ***UPDATED***'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SslLfet8vhI/AAAAAAAAAos/OFo41srCpXs/s72-c/October+2009+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5686403297807158520</id><published>2009-09-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:56:07.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud new aunt...and the favorite one too :)</title><content type='html'>I am the proud new aunt to Addison Michelle. My little sister had her third baby yesterday and she is absolutely gorgeous and I am not just sayin that. I am already in love with her. I just love my nieces and nephews so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SrWnWydlpNI/AAAAAAAAAog/EH7oFj1s7rc/s1600-h/Addison+Michelle+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SrWnWydlpNI/AAAAAAAAAog/EH7oFj1s7rc/s200/Addison+Michelle+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383392939536131282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5686403297807158520?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5686403297807158520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5686403297807158520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5686403297807158520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5686403297807158520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud-new-auntand-favorite-one-too.html' title='Proud new aunt...and the favorite one too :)'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SrWnWydlpNI/AAAAAAAAAog/EH7oFj1s7rc/s72-c/Addison+Michelle+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1927655929579858526</id><published>2009-09-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:23:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Drama</title><content type='html'>So last week my last job called and asked me if I wanted to come back to work. I was more than ecstatic to tell them that I had found other employment. Well that was on Wednesday and on Saturday I got a phone call from one of the girls I worked with at that job telling me that she got laid off and so did a couple of the other girls. So we talked for awhile and she told me about all that was going on after I left there. They demoted everyone that could be demoted and then on the actual day that they called and asked me to come back they told everyone that they were going to drop peoples wages. WTF? I am so glad now that I got laid off. They are up to some shady stuff and I am glad I am not there for it. I am still trying to figure out why they wanted me to come back when they were just going to lay off a bunch of people. The weird part is I am the only one they asked to come back from the previous layoff. The whole thing is WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the new job goes I am getting used to it now. I am still really tired after work and for the most part that lasts until I go to bed but hopefully I will get more used to that. I just finished filling out all the paperwork for my job. One for retirement one for health insurance, one for disability insurance,one for vision insurance,and one for dental insurance. It took forever but I am very grateful that I will have insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other happy news that I can't wait for is my sister is scheduled for a c-section on the 18th and I am dying to meet miss addison :)  I need a baby fix so I am excited to get to love on a new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1927655929579858526?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1927655929579858526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1927655929579858526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1927655929579858526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1927655929579858526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/09/job-drama.html' title='Job Drama'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8071314898391378831</id><published>2009-09-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:31:45.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies</title><content type='html'>Okay so I thought I would add some cute pics on here. I was adding them on face.book and thought my blogger friends might want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RtQs6wTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HJ67LRITlJE/s1600-h/kissin+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RtQs6wTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HJ67LRITlJE/s200/kissin+cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377035949378814258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a picture of me, my twin sister Shelly and My cousin Brian. Our parents posed us for this shot. They can be so cruel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RiR_lmEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6kgzcf-yHgU/s1600-h/hall+old+fashioned+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RiR_lmEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6kgzcf-yHgU/s200/hall+old+fashioned+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377035760746993730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has my mom,me, my sisters, my uncle and my cousins in it. We went to Heber and had our pics done in their "old town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RViyKeZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R6a3VUAIRbw/s1600-h/Hall+grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RViyKeZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R6a3VUAIRbw/s200/Hall+grandkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377035541915793810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has me, my twin sister, My cousin Dieneke (Dee), My cousin Danny and my cousin Rick. My grandma had this picture on her wall my entire life. It finally came down when my grandfather passed away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8071314898391378831?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8071314898391378831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8071314898391378831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8071314898391378831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8071314898391378831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/09/oldies.html' title='Oldies'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sp8RtQs6wTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HJ67LRITlJE/s72-c/kissin+cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7427873907158189761</id><published>2009-08-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:03:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days down!</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through 2 days of working. My feet are killing me but I am not as tired as I thought I would be. I am just not used to working on my feet. I have always had a desk job since I was 20 so it will take a while to get used to it. But I found out today that I will be getting a paycheck all year even when I am off work for the summer. Then I called our district HR dept and was talking to them and she told me that because I am a contracted employee I will get the state of utah retirement and I will only have to pay $215 for my whole family to have medical insurance. I am so excited for this because we have been without insurance for a year and it is not a comfortable feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is going to work out so well. Rick gets the kids up,dressed and fed and his mom works right by our house so she picks them up and takes them to school before she goes to work and I am home by 1:00 or 1:30. I also have all the same days off that my kids do because I work in the same district they attend school in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my kids go they are loving school. Dee told me tonight that school is GREAT and that he loves it. I have also noticed that Adam has a great attitude this year I think it has alot to do with the fact that his teacher is a male but whatever it is I will take it last year was a difficult one. Parker he just goes with the flow. He is happy to be back in school. His teacher is also a male teacher which is different for a first grade teacher but he is one of those teachers that has a gentle soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thangs are changing but in a good way and I think things are looking up for us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7427873907158189761?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7427873907158189761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7427873907158189761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7427873907158189761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7427873907158189761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-days-down.html' title='2 Days down!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3647206262084618540</id><published>2009-08-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:24:14.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So9Vjmq2XTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ewJVlMfeAJw/s1600-h/lunch+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So9Vjmq2XTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ewJVlMfeAJw/s200/lunch+lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372606950640344370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya know that lunch lady job I interviewed for right after I got laid off. Well I got a call out of the blue today saying the person who was supposed to take the job ended up revoking her contract so they asked me if I still wanted it and of course I did. Hello who wouldn't want to work while their kids are in school and be home a couple hours before they get home plus have all the days off that they have and to top it off have wonderful state benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I can Hardly stand it. The wage is crappy but the benefits are worth the lower wage. Wish me luck I am really nervous. I hate starting new jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3647206262084618540?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3647206262084618540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3647206262084618540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3647206262084618540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3647206262084618540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So9Vjmq2XTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ewJVlMfeAJw/s72-c/lunch+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5137533215710166505</id><published>2009-08-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:30:42.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school 2009</title><content type='html'>Well the boys have officially gone back to school today. It is only 10:15 am and I have done my dishes,cleaned my house and done 2 loads of laundry. These are things that take me all day to do when my kids are home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Parker and Deshawn are in the first grade and Adam is in the 5th grade. So for the first time in 6 years I am home without any children and I will be honest I am feeling a little freeked out being all alone. Even my dog is acting a little somber. The house is so quiet. But I am sure I will get used to it. Plus I was telling my sister yesterday that I can't wait to miss them. Right now I just want to run away from them. It has been a long and stressful summer and I think everyone was ready to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our last camping/fishing trip, Parkers Birthday and the obligatory 1st day of school pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15-XlRGeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WE4PULXK_Vw/s1600-h/August+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15-XlRGeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WE4PULXK_Vw/s200/August+2009+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372084042912045538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15t88v9hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/koYofzrnQEM/s1600-h/August+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15t88v9hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/koYofzrnQEM/s200/August+2009+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372083760884872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15Zk3karI/AAAAAAAAAno/2PN3xf3bQ6c/s1600-h/August+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15Zk3karI/AAAAAAAAAno/2PN3xf3bQ6c/s200/August+2009+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372083410823310002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15HI0lrdI/AAAAAAAAAng/zemXdj_xE_w/s1600-h/August+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15HI0lrdI/AAAAAAAAAng/zemXdj_xE_w/s200/August+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372083094056971730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So141VJ2uuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/X8ohhY76O_8/s1600-h/August+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So141VJ2uuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/X8ohhY76O_8/s200/August+2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082788129749730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14kaV_K_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LLbie1pdTFk/s1600-h/August+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14kaV_K_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LLbie1pdTFk/s200/August+2009+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082497465035762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14SUbkkSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3OcF4967YFg/s1600-h/August+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14SUbkkSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3OcF4967YFg/s200/August+2009+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082186640199970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14ArqYvCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BHwDby3XPjk/s1600-h/August+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So14ArqYvCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BHwDby3XPjk/s200/August+2009+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081883638709282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So13ukaOB5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1wru_X5i4dk/s1600-h/August+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So13ukaOB5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1wru_X5i4dk/s200/August+2009+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081572454205330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So13caBorYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YWCVZdV187M/s1600-h/August+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So13caBorYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YWCVZdV187M/s200/August+2009+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081260429094274" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5137533215710166505?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5137533215710166505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5137533215710166505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5137533215710166505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5137533215710166505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='first day of school 2009'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/So15-XlRGeI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WE4PULXK_Vw/s72-c/August+2009+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6976159361756225276</id><published>2009-08-18T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:44:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Parker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SorJOzp1BhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-AA-CpP3IXw/s1600-h/parker+flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SorJOzp1BhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-AA-CpP3IXw/s200/parker+flower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326761813739026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SorI6F6tw_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/dpEMBMzi1Uc/s1600-h/april2009+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SorI6F6tw_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/dpEMBMzi1Uc/s200/april2009+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326405939151858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kiddo! I can't believe you are turning six years old today. You are such an amazing little guy and even though you snuck your way into this world I couldn't imagine our lives without you in it. You have such a sweet spirit and you are a super awesome snuggle bug. These are the things that make it possible to overlook your free spirit. You are a monkey and can climb anything without fear. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get use to it. You also are so kind to your brothers (at least most of the time) you are always the one that will give in when there is an argument which I know is not always easy but you do it willingly and it makes me so proud of you. Ya know I thought we had an agreement that you were supposed to stop getting bigger and stay my baby forever. Oh well I guess it is inevitable. I love you little guy so much and I hope your birthday is extra special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6976159361756225276?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6976159361756225276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6976159361756225276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6976159361756225276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6976159361756225276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-parker.html' title='Happy Birthday Parker!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SorJOzp1BhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-AA-CpP3IXw/s72-c/parker+flower2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5357990604172587661</id><published>2009-08-10T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:12:34.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>Last week in bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finished getting ready for school to start&lt;br /&gt;-Finally found new shoes for all of my boys(it took 4 stores)&lt;br /&gt;-We went fishing at strawberry reservoir and deer creek on Thursday but didnt catch anything&lt;br /&gt;-On Friday we went to a super fun birthday party for my nephew. They had a food fight/water fight party, it was really fun to watch and they had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;-On Saturday I woke up to Rick screaming at the kids saying "how much is this going to cost me" Found out that Deshawn and Parker were climbing on my car and Deshawn somehow smashed in my windshield with his butt.&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday night we finally got the kids settled and we just sat down to watch tv and chill and Adam started screaming that Deshawn was choking and sure enough he had a penny stuck in his throat. It finally made its way to his stomach. So now we have to search his poo every time he goes and watch for that penny.....Good times I tell ya :)&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday we met my sister and her hubby at silver lake flats in American Fork Canyon and FINALLY caught some fish. We had dinner there and packed up and came home.&lt;br /&gt;-As for today I am stuck home waiting for the windshield guy to come and replace my windshield and Ricks windshield. Ricks has had a crack in it for a long time but his registration is due this month so we have to get it replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the job search goes I still haven't found anything that will work for our situation. I need to find something soon though because things are starting to scare me a little. I am sure it will work out though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5357990604172587661?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5357990604172587661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5357990604172587661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5357990604172587661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5357990604172587661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5123591827901920556</id><published>2009-07-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:54:01.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I said I was going to be a better blogger</title><content type='html'>I know I said I was going to be a better blogger but alas I have been hooked on that stupid facebook. I have been keeping up on everyone Else's blogs but I haven't been able to put anything together for an actual blog post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple days ago my sister called and asked if I would come and take some pics of her kids and of course I jumped right on it. I am not a pro but I love to take pics and with todays market it is much cheaper to do your own photos. So I thought I would post a couple of the pics because I love to show off my cute niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnKOX0oWKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kk6JUlL-le8/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnKOX0oWKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kk6JUlL-le8/s200/preston+and+ashy+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039179623028898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnJ81bOBFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0QGg-rk6X84/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnJ81bOBFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0QGg-rk6X84/s200/preston+and+ashy+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362038878331864146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnJovzttBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XXekrPQjLrk/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnJovzttBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XXekrPQjLrk/s200/preston+and+ashy+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362038533226607634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnIWX0QUFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/goyULIfzb0E/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnIWX0QUFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/goyULIfzb0E/s200/preston+and+ashy+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362037118037151826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnIEz_kAOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KRTXrSeTdL4/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnIEz_kAOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KRTXrSeTdL4/s200/preston+and+ashy+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362036816363127010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnHsxlFs8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/nWml6WAGkJQ/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnHsxlFs8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/nWml6WAGkJQ/s200/preston+and+ashy+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362036403398357954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnK6r-yWDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t4_Uhntf1mo/s1600-h/preston+and+ashy+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnK6r-yWDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t4_Uhntf1mo/s200/preston+and+ashy+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039940948580402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5123591827901920556?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5123591827901920556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5123591827901920556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5123591827901920556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5123591827901920556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-said-i-was-going-to-be-better.html' title='I know I said I was going to be a better blogger'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SmnKOX0oWKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kk6JUlL-le8/s72-c/preston+and+ashy+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6087451461967800245</id><published>2009-07-10T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:05:33.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a terrible blogger lately. I have just been all over the place and I am trying to figure out life. I know that is an impossible feat but none the less I am trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 weeks I have been trying to find employment to no avail. I had the one interview which went well but I didn't end up getting the job. I have sent my resume to a few other places and have heard nothing but I am holding out promise on one job that is a GREAT job that pays well and has great benefits but it will require alot more commitment from me than I want but I am willing given the circumstances. But I know they have received numerous resumes from qualified people so I am not overly confident. Time will tell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my fam goes they are doing well. My boys are a little bored because I don't want to spend any extra money because all the moo la I have I am trying to hang on to incase we need it so I am trying to become creative and come up with some things that won't cost me anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has had some major back issues the last month and it has been kindof scary to me with me being laid off and all but I do think he is on the healing side of things now. I have felt so bad for all the pain he has had to endure. He has been on steroids, antinflamitories and loritabs until this week and he had had a pretty tough week with work this week. Which is a good thing and a bad thing. Good because they are busy with work but bad because he needs time to heal but he is a trusty employee and is there every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam just finished up his little league and made it 3 rounds in the city league which is better than he did last year. He was a little disappointed but shhhhh.....don't tell him that I am kindof glad it is over. Other than that he is having fun being a kid which is exactly how I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshawn is doing well. Today he came up to me and told me that he loves being black. It was totally out of the blue but it made me proud that we have instilled in him how wonderful he is and that because he is different that only makes him that much more special. God I love that kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker...well he is Parker. He is amazing! I have never met such an independent little guy that is such a mommies boy. I love every minute of it. He is my invincible little monkey that is all over the place. Dee and Parker both just finished coach pitch and they were adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mwa I am still on the frustrated side but I am sure it is nothing I can't handle. I just wish the universe would throw me a bone but I still understand there is a time and a place for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am going to try to be a better blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6087451461967800245?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6087451461967800245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6087451461967800245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6087451461967800245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6087451461967800245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2202519786250796687</id><published>2009-07-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:31:36.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still going to blog and Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>I am still going to blog but I thought I would throw it out there that I do have a facebook acct and I find that I am updating that more frequently than my blog so if any of my readers want to be my "friend" just send me an email (mrymer796@yahoo.com) and leave your name and I will add you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just wanted to wish you all a Happy 4th and I hope you all have a great night with lots of fun fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2202519786250796687?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2202519786250796687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2202519786250796687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2202519786250796687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2202519786250796687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-still-going-to-blog-and-happy-4th.html' title='I am still going to blog and Happy 4th'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5440579388389735635</id><published>2009-06-25T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:22:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday sweet angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Birthday!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8156992666531858157</id><published>2009-06-23T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:41:52.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job interview</title><content type='html'>Well I got a phone call yesterday asking me to come in for a job interview for a lunch lady postition at a nearby jr high.  So I went over there and I just got back.  I hate interviews.  My mouth gets all dry and I can barely talk.  At least I don't shake because that would be a dead givaway that I was nervous. Anyway so keep your fingers crossed for me.  This job would be perfect for our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8156992666531858157?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8156992666531858157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8156992666531858157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8156992666531858157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8156992666531858157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-interview.html' title='job interview'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3621880157157946113</id><published>2009-06-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:27:03.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Rick warned me on Friday that my emotions would be crazy this week. He has experience with being laid off. I didn't beleive him but he was right.  I am feeling so out of control emotionally that all I want to do is scream or cry.  It probably doesn't help that I am pms I just feel like I am all over the place.  I called to see if I can get unemployment because my work had told me that I qualified for it and since I didn't have a job before this one I cannot collect unemployment until October.  How freeking frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everytime I blog I am negative nelly but I need this outlet to help get my emotions under control.  For the last few months I have not been happy at all.  I feel like I have no control over how my life is going and it is pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go break up a fight before the boys kill each other :) I will keep ya'll updated on whats up.  Especially now that I actually have time to blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3621880157157946113?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3621880157157946113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3621880157157946113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3621880157157946113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3621880157157946113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7830746246736450461</id><published>2009-06-21T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:24:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid Off</title><content type='html'>So just when I get through my probation period at work and I am about to FINALLY get insurance I got called to the bosses office and they kindly they laid me off.  I kindof saw it coming but still I hate having to start over again with another company and have to wait another 3 months to get insurance.  I guess it is what it is.  I didn't love the job but it was a job that worked for us as far as hours goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to say beyond that.  Just keep our family in your prayers and hopefully I can find something sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7830746246736450461?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7830746246736450461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7830746246736450461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7830746246736450461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7830746246736450461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/06/laid-off.html' title='Laid Off'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8002624208344591574</id><published>2009-06-02T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:51:52.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPENED TO MAY</title><content type='html'>Well we had a very eventful May that is probably why you haven't heard too much from me for awhile. Instead of me telling you all about it I will show you :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A GREAT MOTHERS DAY WEEKEND CAMPING ON BOULDER MOUNTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWQKuFZcUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gauYvJKI8Y4/s1600-h/may2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWQKuFZcUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gauYvJKI8Y4/s200/may2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342835046788723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWPFBKx0MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xEURgB0QNqQ/s1600-h/may2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWPFBKx0MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xEURgB0QNqQ/s200/may2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342833849320722626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWO0eMn_RI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hD1K4fdm5jU/s1600-h/may2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWO0eMn_RI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hD1K4fdm5jU/s200/may2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342833565055319314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWOkinLflI/AAAAAAAAAlI/UOjrnPihZEs/s1600-h/may2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWOkinLflI/AAAAAAAAAlI/UOjrnPihZEs/s200/may2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342833291362532946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWOUqEUDiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/P_2lwLFj-mY/s1600-h/may2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWOUqEUDiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/P_2lwLFj-mY/s200/may2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342833018485870114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SUPER CUTE DANCERS AT THEIR DANCE FESTIVALS (these pics aren't the best,Adam has his back to me and it was so bright at Deshawns school that the picture turned out real dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNsc9LkbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1zAkwurML7g/s1600-h/may2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNsc9LkbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1zAkwurML7g/s200/may2009+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342832327771525554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNZUm69hI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Bw8qnnGh6b0/s1600-h/may2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNZUm69hI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Bw8qnnGh6b0/s200/may2009+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342831999113164306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNGvWacuI/AAAAAAAAAko/D4v5Wy1BsXg/s1600-h/may2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWNGvWacuI/AAAAAAAAAko/D4v5Wy1BsXg/s200/may2009+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342831679874167522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD 2 KINDERGARTEN GRADUATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMoaWvnlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fUxooUQ2gsw/s1600-h/may2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMoaWvnlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fUxooUQ2gsw/s200/may2009+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342831158842334802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMXX-s1nI/AAAAAAAAAkY/MlwZcjYXYIo/s1600-h/may2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMXX-s1nI/AAAAAAAAAkY/MlwZcjYXYIo/s200/may2009+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342830866146842226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMDhntWPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9ji6q38OQBw/s1600-h/may2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWMDhntWPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9ji6q38OQBw/s200/may2009+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342830525137377522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWLwobzhgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/pFYFNOt36Yg/s1600-h/may2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWLwobzhgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/pFYFNOt36Yg/s200/may2009+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342830200548984322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWLXflaHrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KWI7gqUruJY/s1600-h/may2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWLXflaHrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KWI7gqUruJY/s200/may2009+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342829768676613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVzSUy8vCI/AAAAAAAAAj4/PWMwk32JZFs/s1600-h/may2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVzSUy8vCI/AAAAAAAAAj4/PWMwk32JZFs/s200/may2009+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342803291602205730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARKER WAS SO EXCITED TO GET HIS FIRST MITT HE SLEPT WITH IT ON ALL NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVy394gUjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/e5c90iik5PU/s1600-h/may2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVy394gUjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/e5c90iik5PU/s200/may2009+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802838774895154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED COACH PITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVyZWpFvwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8a04GcpbYIo/s1600-h/may2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVyZWpFvwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8a04GcpbYIo/s200/may2009+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802312845180674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVyGpBHpYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Wp7sD-bUwHs/s1600-h/may2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiVyGpBHpYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Wp7sD-bUwHs/s200/may2009+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342801991360292226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8002624208344591574?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8002624208344591574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8002624208344591574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8002624208344591574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8002624208344591574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happened-to-may.html' title='WHAT HAPPENED TO MAY'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SiWQKuFZcUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gauYvJKI8Y4/s72-c/may2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1188472016700450891</id><published>2009-05-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:32:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I blew it!</title><content type='html'>So I have not been very happy with my job but it's not so miserable I can't stand it but I still haven't been entirely thrilled. So I have been looking into other things and I found a district job that would be perfect so I applied and one of the application requirements was to do a financial test. So I showed up to take the test and started taking it and totally misread something and had to do alot of erasing but I finally figured it all out when I realized it was EARLY OUT day and I was supposed to be home right then to get Deshawn off of the bus(another bad mom award)so I just marked a bunch of answers so I could race out of there. Needless to say I screwed myself out of an interview. I only got 77% which honestly is better than I expected considering. Long story short the bus driver took Deshawn back to the school where I picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated because I really wanted a chance at an interview but I blew that one. Oh well I guess it was not meant to be. I am going to keep looking though because I just keep getting this nagging feeling that I am not supposed to be working where I am. For right now it works so I will keep on working but If anything comes up then I might just have to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not posted for awhile. I have been overwhelmed and frustrated and well who wants to read about how miserable someone is. But I do have some pics from last weekend when we went on Adam;s first Turkey hunt. I will fill in details and add pics later. Right now I really need to get some sleep it has been a looooong day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1188472016700450891?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1188472016700450891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1188472016700450891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1188472016700450891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1188472016700450891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-blew-it.html' title='I blew it!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6684605139679267611</id><published>2009-05-06T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:43:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday sis!!!! You are an amazing sister.  Luf ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SgGv3QB_W8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nZ-zfinRdhU/s1600-h/HPIM1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SgGv3QB_W8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nZ-zfinRdhU/s200/HPIM1246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332736797514357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6684605139679267611?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6684605139679267611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6684605139679267611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6684605139679267611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6684605139679267611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SgGv3QB_W8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/nZ-zfinRdhU/s72-c/HPIM1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3369796077988164026</id><published>2009-04-29T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:12:21.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad and Ashy</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday guys!  I love you and hope your birthdays are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dad I couldn't find a better picture.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sfi0WLqdLaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NWGRDSkE2cs/s1600-h/HPIM0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sfi0WLqdLaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NWGRDSkE2cs/s200/HPIM0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330208452173966754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfiwUCgwjtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/A24olheNrV8/s1600-h/Summer+2008+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfiwUCgwjtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/A24olheNrV8/s200/Summer+2008+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330204017311125202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3369796077988164026?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3369796077988164026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3369796077988164026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3369796077988164026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3369796077988164026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-dad-and-ashy.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad and Ashy'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Sfi0WLqdLaI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NWGRDSkE2cs/s72-c/HPIM0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7683155187018087725</id><published>2009-04-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:47:27.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations needed!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been reading Kayleighs blog for some time now and I have fallen in love with this little angel. Please go and read about her and if you you can and have it in your hearts please donate to help them with their staggering bills . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we lost our little Kasey and we received help from friends and family and our community with the funeral costs and how relieving it was to not have to worry about all of that with the grieving we had to do. So this is my time for me to try to pay it forward a little. Every little bit helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/KaleighAnnbuttoncopy.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7683155187018087725?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7683155187018087725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7683155187018087725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7683155187018087725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7683155187018087725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-been-reading-kayleighs-blog-for.html' title='Donations needed!!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3790815436370053995</id><published>2009-04-27T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:37:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again.....</title><content type='html'>I am being a bad blogger. Since I have gone back to work I feel like I have no free time to blog anymore. Not to mention we also went camping since my last post also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should update ya all on what's been happening in Rymerville lately. Well we went camping last weekend and this whole week the kids have been back to school (hallelujah). Rick has worked on chopping our tree up all week and filled his truck up 4 times with branches to take to our green waste place and then he loaded up his truck with small logs and took them to his parents house for their wood burning stove. He has done a great job of cleaning up an impossible mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we celebrated my niece and my dad's birthdays and had dinner,presents and cake and ice cream. The funny to this story is the fact that my niece had "suggested" we give her a surprise party so we obliged her and got to my parents house earlier than her and turned off all the lights and hid and when she got there we all jumped out and yelled SURPRISE! Her expression was priceless. I think we actually scared her a little. I wish I would have brought my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving you with some pictures of our camping trip.  I had the worst sunburn after this trip but it was worth it because it was so nice to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXsjFC3G1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1x4lbMiAbRU/s1600-h/april2009+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXsjFC3G1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1x4lbMiAbRU/s200/april2009+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329425821456603986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXsN5YDlRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MuZhKpfngq8/s1600-h/april2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXsN5YDlRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MuZhKpfngq8/s200/april2009+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329425457547023634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXr8bJobrI/AAAAAAAAAio/-DDfFJLnTHk/s1600-h/april2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXr8bJobrI/AAAAAAAAAio/-DDfFJLnTHk/s200/april2009+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329425157375684274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXreMS7kMI/AAAAAAAAAig/aG2Ddn5pj-k/s1600-h/april2009+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXreMS7kMI/AAAAAAAAAig/aG2Ddn5pj-k/s200/april2009+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329424637992079554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXrNRhbRZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vuQ8XpbGKCY/s1600-h/april2009+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXrNRhbRZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/vuQ8XpbGKCY/s200/april2009+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329424347337278866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXq7u9cE7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UfQ3g1_02-Y/s1600-h/april2009+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXq7u9cE7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UfQ3g1_02-Y/s200/april2009+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329424046001755058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3790815436370053995?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3790815436370053995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3790815436370053995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3790815436370053995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3790815436370053995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again.html' title='Once again.....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SfXsjFC3G1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1x4lbMiAbRU/s72-c/april2009+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5632609861089528463</id><published>2009-04-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:58:25.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Hours ago.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS HAPPENED......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeNmXLvPbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-l_WWPRSGI/s1600-h/april2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeNmXLvPbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-l_WWPRSGI/s200/april2009+100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325380774586695090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeNX2vUixI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JyTtvBunfR8/s1600-h/april2009+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeNX2vUixI/AAAAAAAAAiA/JyTtvBunfR8/s200/april2009+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325380525359401746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeM-0tiJPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JNGDipSEQ4w/s1600-h/april2009+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeM-0tiJPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JNGDipSEQ4w/s200/april2009+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325380095318303986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeMr4m6itI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1Ddl2ubsMvM/s1600-h/april2009+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeMr4m6itI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1Ddl2ubsMvM/s200/april2009+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325379769946770130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeMZjBD_oI/AAAAAAAAAho/WppQESjSYuA/s1600-h/april2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeMZjBD_oI/AAAAAAAAAho/WppQESjSYuA/s200/april2009+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325379454913216130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5632609861089528463?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5632609861089528463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5632609861089528463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5632609861089528463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5632609861089528463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-hours-ago.html' title='12 Hours ago.......'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeeNmXLvPbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/U-l_WWPRSGI/s72-c/april2009+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-9153932405740329296</id><published>2009-04-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:59:02.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bad mom award goes to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT-nkJOwSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p--ZXDWi4aE/s1600-h/april+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT-nkJOwSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p--ZXDWi4aE/s200/april+2009+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324660615129514274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating easter eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT-Q0hN7XI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7atuIuoTebQ/s1600-h/april+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT-Q0hN7XI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7atuIuoTebQ/s200/april+2009+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324660224388099442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter loot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT7p12I__I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GPBtz_Lmicw/s1600-h/april+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT7p12I__I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GPBtz_Lmicw/s200/april+2009+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324657355706138610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture with linkin and his mom(hillary) and his daddy(doug)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT7AeLSD4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-y74rMp9Kso/s1600-h/april+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT7AeLSD4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-y74rMp9Kso/s200/april+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656644977725314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Linkin showing off how friggin cute he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home last night and Rick told me that Adam had overheard me freeking out to him about the possibility of loosing our house. Which we are not even close to but I was overreacting to some news he had given me about his salary change. Which was a little devastating to me.  It just feels like we are never going to dig ourselves out of this Damn hole we are in. It always feels like someone has to have their hand in our empty cookie jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess I better have a talk with Adam and let him know I was being dramatic. The last thing a 10 year old needs to worry about is our financial woes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I almost forgot. We had a wonderful Easter/Ricks birthday. We started out the day with the easter bunny goods and then we did our taxes(YUCK). After our taxes we went to Ricks parents house and had lunch/dinner. It was yummy :) Then we went over to my parents and visited them for a while. My sister and her hubby and their 2 1/2 kids were there too. Then we came home and pulled our trailer to the driveway so I could get it cleaned up after sitting all winter. The rest of the evening was just laxed. I gave Rick a birthday foot massage but I haven't gotten him a present yet. Between work and Easter I just couldn't come up with anything for him. So I gave him a birthday I.O.U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have finally added s couple of pics from when my cousins visited with their little boy.  Plus a couple easter pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I edited this from my original post because I was feeling wierd about how I threw all of my fanancial details on here.  Long story short we are worst off now than before I went back to work and when I start paying for insurance it is going to be a bigger dent than we had anticipated.  I joked with Rick that I might have to get another job on top of the new job I already have.  Pitiful I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-9153932405740329296?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/9153932405740329296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=9153932405740329296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/9153932405740329296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/9153932405740329296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-mom-award-goes-to.html' title='the bad mom award goes to....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SeT-nkJOwSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p--ZXDWi4aE/s72-c/april+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8336863995424280434</id><published>2009-04-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:20:08.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations...</title><content type='html'>I love to listen to my boys have conversations. This morning gave me a chuckle. I had just poured deshawn a glass of milk for breakfast and this is what I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker: Hey deshawn do you know where milk comes from?&lt;br /&gt;Dee: yeah from cows bellies.&lt;br /&gt;Parker: yeah it comes out of all of their belly buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had visitors from out of town My aunt and uncle and my cousin Doug his wife Hillary and their little guy Linkin it was so fun to see them and finally get to meet little Linkin. I have pictures so when I get a chance I will load my pictures on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note though my house is full of sick kids. It started with Adam who was having a sleep over at his friends house on Friday night. He called us at 5 in the morning cause he didn't feel good so Rick went and picked him up and by the time they got home adam was bawling and was hysterical because his ear was hurting so bad so I loaded him up and took him to the ER. Long story short he had an ear infection. But I think the infection started from a virus because my other 2 are sick now. (Hillary I hope Linkin doesn't get this, I though Adam just had an ear infection) So now all of my kids are tucked into their beds watching cartoons and being doted on by their mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8336863995424280434?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8336863995424280434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8336863995424280434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8336863995424280434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8336863995424280434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversations.html' title='conversations...'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4610161444788183315</id><published>2009-03-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:08:53.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all alone</title><content type='html'>Well last friday I received a phone call from Parkers teacher. She thinks he would benefit from going to the all day kindergarten. He is a level higher in his reading than where he is "supposed" to be but her other kids are soaring even higher and he seems to be loosing interest. This kindof surprised me because he is my one kid that has seemed to do better in school but I think she is a phenomenal teacher and she really wants to get him excited about reading again. So that means I am without my baby :(&lt;br /&gt;I loved my one on one time with him in the mornings. But he is so excited. He woke up before me this morning and when I went to get him up he was sitting on his bed all dressed and ready to go. He is so excited to get to eat lunch at school and have an extra recess you know all the important things about school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a good thing for me also.  Some of the nights when my shifts at work end later than expected it will be nice to be able to get the kids off to school and come back home to catch a nap. Plus this will help him get ready for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4610161444788183315?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4610161444788183315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4610161444788183315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4610161444788183315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4610161444788183315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-alone.html' title='all alone'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4443632135810984618</id><published>2009-03-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:31:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough...</title><content type='html'>I have decided that it is extremely tough to get used to working again after being a stay at home mom. I am feeling overwhelmed that I don't have enough time to get everything done in a day. Also this may sound weird but I am feeling a little guilty for leaving my family in the evenings. It all started to hit me when I signed Adam up for little league and I realized that I will have to miss all of his games. Then I started thinking about all of the things I am going to miss out on like family parties and birthdays and what not. So I am feeling a little bummed right now over it all. But we desperately need insurance. What sucks is I have heard our benefits are outrageous too so all of my money will probably be going to pay for that. UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! Okay I feel better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure as time goes on I will get used to it. I just need to figure out a new routine. I am a routine kindof girl. I function so much better when I have a schedule. I just hope that when I am able to get the benefits that they are not as outrageous as everyone says they are. I would hate to put in my 3 month probation and find out I can't afford the insurance. What sucks for me is that I have to wait 6 months after my probation to be able to have them qualify me for anything diabetes related. You know the whole "preexisting condition" thing. I hope they will cover Deshawn for his PDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I better run I am going shopping for some more clothes with my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4443632135810984618?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4443632135810984618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4443632135810984618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4443632135810984618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4443632135810984618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/tough.html' title='Tough...'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4431609061583091811</id><published>2009-03-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:13:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Years!!!</title><content type='html'>So today is our 13th anniversary. It has been wonderful being married to my bestfriend for that long. I thank god everyday that I have him in my life. We have gone through alot together and I think it has only made us so much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I wanted to do and I told him that I was too worn out to plan anything this year so I told him surprise me which he has never done. So I figured out that he has been making some plans. I felt bad because he went to buy me a new camera last night with the boys while I was at work and his credit card declined which was weird so he called them and they told him that the payment hadn't been made so I came home and sure enough I had never made the payment. I wrote it down in my checkbook register like I had made the payment but I guess I must have overlooked scheduling the payment online. So I give him credit for at least trying. I am assuming we will go get it later. But he arranged for a babysitter (which he has never done) and we are going to go out to dinner tonight kid free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4431609061583091811?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4431609061583091811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4431609061583091811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4431609061583091811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4431609061583091811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/13-years.html' title='13 Years!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4678311904953526902</id><published>2009-03-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:30:12.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the grandma</title><content type='html'>So the thing I feared the most came true....I am the grandma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls I work directly with are about 10 years younger than me. So I am the old fart of the group. But it's okay the girls are fun and they are so funny to watch. They remind me of me when I was younger before I got married. Boy crazy and footloose and fancy free. None of them are married. A couple of them have kids so at least we have that in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the work goes it is easy peezy compared to the bank. I still have alot to learn as far as their computer programs go but I am sure it won't be too long before I get it down.(hopefully. I just have to keep asking a billion questions until I learn it all I guess. I feel like I have to keep interrupting them all the time so I can ask one of my bazillion questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will have to see how it goes.  So far I think I will be okay there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4678311904953526902?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4678311904953526902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4678311904953526902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4678311904953526902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4678311904953526902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-grandma.html' title='I&apos;m the grandma'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6110467747499608905</id><published>2009-03-17T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:10:43.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous nelly!</title><content type='html'>Just call me a nervous nelly. I am sick to my stomach today. I can't hold still for nothing and I just want to get my first day of work over with. I haven't had a first day of work since I was 20. That is if you don't count when I switched departments at the bank. But that didn't really feel like a first day since I knew everyone already. I just hope I am not the old grandma of the group. I felt like it when I went in for my interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to go shopping for a few new clothes last night since my normal jogging outfits will not do for work. This is gunna suck having to wear uncomfortable clothes again :) I really like my pj's and jogging pants. I think I might be a little pathetic what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note Deshawn is protesting me having to work. He said that he is going to be sad and that he is going to miss me. It made me feel bad for a second and then I realized that I am sure he will not miss me because all he does after school is play with his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something super cute about the boys. Evidently they know how to ride their bikes without their training wheels now. Yesterday Parker just hopped on a bike that didn't have training wheels on it and he just took off. So last night when I was shopping Rick pulled Deshawns training wheels off and he started riding without training wheels too. He was so proud he had to show me first thing this morning. So I apologize now to my neighbors who had to see me standing outside looking like a scary monster that just crawled out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will post tomorrow and let everyone know how my first day went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6110467747499608905?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6110467747499608905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6110467747499608905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6110467747499608905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6110467747499608905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/nervous-nelly.html' title='Nervous nelly!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7056813765667703731</id><published>2009-03-16T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:08:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new job</title><content type='html'>I guess I had to vent and pout a little. I got a phone call today offering me that job I was whining about. Of course I took it. There are slim pickins around here lately. The hours are right and the location is the best and they have benefits. The only thing I don't like is I have to work rotating saturdays. I guess that is something I can get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy that I can stop job hunting. It takes so much time. I can quit worrying so much about what we are going to do if Rick looses his job. The only sad part about that is the fact that Rick makes 4 times as much as I do. But at least I could make the house payment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho thanks to all of you that have listen to me rant about this subject. Now wish me luck in my endeavor. I haven't worked in 5 1/2 years and I am a little freeked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7056813765667703731?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7056813765667703731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7056813765667703731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7056813765667703731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7056813765667703731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-job.html' title='new job'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3502870442971838555</id><published>2009-03-12T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:56:48.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF! (what the freek)</title><content type='html'>I edited my title a little.  At first when I started this post I may have been feeling more like WTF in all it's glory but now that I have calmed down I think I better change it to what the freek(I am from utah afterall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed right now. I was supposed to hear by 4 o'clock from the place I interviewed at yesterday and it is now 5:40 and nothing.  All I'm saying is don't tell someone you'll call them by a certain time and then don't.  I think it is one of the most unprofessional not to mention rude things you can do to someone that took time out of their life to show interest in working for your company.  Even though it is not a company that makes me all giddy inside to work for I still need a damn job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear nothing can make you feel more like a huge loser than when you put in for a position that is something you are overqualified for and you don't get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to rant but I needed to vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3502870442971838555?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3502870442971838555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3502870442971838555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3502870442971838555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3502870442971838555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF! (what the freek)'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4232241241904895820</id><published>2009-03-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:40:39.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview update</title><content type='html'>I had my interview today for the compliance secretary job and all went well. I am definitely qualified. I think this job will require maybe 1/20th the amount of brain cells I had to use when I worked for the bank. It's very basic. I think the girl who interviewed me was like 10 years younger than me. Which can be a bad thing if they are looking for friends and not great employees. So we will see. The pay is not great but they do offer benefits and the hours are perfect. Plus it is only like an 8 minute drive from my house. The place was very unprofessional and everyones desk was a disaster. which is something I am not used to but I can live with. She told me she would call me sometime before 4pm tomorrow so either way I will be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4232241241904895820?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4232241241904895820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4232241241904895820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4232241241904895820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4232241241904895820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview-update.html' title='Interview update'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5957377092046678645</id><published>2009-03-10T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:05:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>I have an interview for a compliance secretary position tomorrow at 4:30.  Keep your fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update after the interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5957377092046678645?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5957377092046678645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5957377092046678645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5957377092046678645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5957377092046678645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3940671742726542081</id><published>2009-03-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:34:34.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless update</title><content type='html'>The job hunt STILL continues. Things are starting to get scary for ricks company too. I have put in so many applications that I am starting to forget which ones I have put in for. Now that Ricks work isn't looking so good he has decided to start putting in resumes. so far he has put in for 8 different positions. Hopefully he will have some luck with those. They pay decent and have kick A benefits. So if one of those jobs work out I am not sure where that will leave me in the job search but for now I am going to keep on searching and if something comes up then I will take it. Please keep us in your prayers. I am really starting to worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other news the weather is making me go crazy. One minute it is teasing us and telling me it is spring and the next minute it is a white out blizzard. I AM SO SICK OF THE COLD! I need some sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS---There are a few of you (you know who you are) that think it is cool to stop blogging and cut me out of your bloggy lives. Please start blogging again. I need more from my bloggy friends/family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3940671742726542081?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3940671742726542081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3940671742726542081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3940671742726542081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3940671742726542081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/jobless-update.html' title='Jobless update'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6321073014073950345</id><published>2009-03-05T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:24:08.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another meeting...UPDATED</title><content type='html'>I once again have a meeting with deshawns school. I get so sick of these meetings. I like to know how he is doing but to me that's what parent teacher conference is for. This meeting is about his classification. He has been classified as developmentally delayed but after I had his doctor from primary childrens give them paperwork on his diagnosis of PDD-NOS they need to change things at the school. I am not quite sure exactly what this means as far as his services go but his teacher was saying that children with the diagnosis developmental delay stop getting services or services change at 7 years old but if they are in other classifications the services are different. I will find out today all of my questions about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update when I get back from that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;I went to Deshawns meeting and all went well. We basically just had to sign some papers and they said that things won't change for him but by changing his classification It will help all of his teachers and service providers to be able to understand his situation better and they will know more how to be able to treat his behaviours and what not. If he were to stay under the classification of developmental delay when he turns 7 then they basically would have to drop any classification. What that means I'm not sure but now that his classification has changed we don't have to worry about that at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6321073014073950345?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6321073014073950345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6321073014073950345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6321073014073950345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6321073014073950345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-meeting.html' title='Another meeting...UPDATED'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7325624423502831482</id><published>2009-03-03T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:01:31.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifth disease</title><content type='html'>Parker has had a weird rash on his body. At first we just thought it might be some kind of allergy but the more days that went by made us think differently. Well yesterday it was horrible. I decided that I should take him to the doctor. I was worried that it might be some kind of allergy. Except I had been giving him an antihistamine and it was doing nothing for his rash. He wasn't running a fever or anything so I wasn't too worried but I felt like I needed to rule out any kind of allergy especially since he is on amoxicillin and Adam is allergic to amoxicillin. So the doctor ruled out any kind of allergy and told me he has fifth disease(slapped cheek). They call it slapped cheek because that is what the rash looks like. It isn't bumpy or anything. It is really weird. It is not harmful and he feels fine. It can take up to 3 months to totally be gone. It is contagious but only before the rash appears so there is not much we can do to prevent the spread of it. After a week or so he should look normal unless he gets sweaty or heated and then it will come back out again. Leave it up to Parker to get some weird thing like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7325624423502831482?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7325624423502831482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7325624423502831482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7325624423502831482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7325624423502831482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/fifth-disease.html' title='fifth disease'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4576012500051015470</id><published>2009-03-02T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:15:56.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job hunting sucks</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of sending my resume out and filling out applications. I am also bummed that I had to turn down the opportunity at a great job with the most awesome benefits. The job was 40 minutes away and with the way Utah weather is I was just nervous to have to drive that far to go to work. It would have been a great job too. Instead I have to sit here and wonder if anyone out there in cyberspace has received any of my resumes or applications. Everywhere wants you to fill out apps online or email your resume. It seems so impersonal and you never know if they actually get your apps or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as school goes I have decided to wait until the kids are in school full time to start anything like that. I just don't have time to do school until they are in school all day. They will start full time in the middle of August so that will give me a few months to research what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed that I find something soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4576012500051015470?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4576012500051015470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4576012500051015470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4576012500051015470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4576012500051015470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-hunting-sucks.html' title='Job hunting sucks'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6279078467528312511</id><published>2009-02-27T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:11:20.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SamMJ3ziqkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hg8a2-5hL9g/s1600-h/dyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SamMJ3ziqkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hg8a2-5hL9g/s200/dyson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307927737059682882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After batting my little eyes at Rick I finally convinced him that we needed a new vacuum. I must be getting old if a vacuum excites me. But our entire marriage we have had crappy vacuums and having 3 boys 3 dogs and a bird I needed a good vacuum and I have heard nothing but good things about this one. Although not cheap I did get a great deal. Sears is offering these Dys.on vacs for $40 off the original price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your great comments about my little stinker. After alot of talking I think he understands I am serious about the consequences he will suffer if the attitude doesn't stop. So far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend. I have alot of vacuuming to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6279078467528312511?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6279078467528312511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6279078467528312511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6279078467528312511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6279078467528312511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='the things that make me happy'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SamMJ3ziqkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hg8a2-5hL9g/s72-c/dyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2930022121969236755</id><published>2009-02-26T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:20:29.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 year old drama</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin. I am so frustrated with my 10 year old right now. I feel like everything has to be a fight with him. I am absolutely terrified for his teen years. He actually had the nerve to get right up in my face and yell at me this morning. All I wanted to do is backhand the little stinker. Seriously though &lt;br /&gt;he fights us on everything his chores his homework pretty much anything we ask of him. His attitude really stinks right now. He doesn't want anyone telling him what to do. This morning ended up with him barely making it to school with only 2 bites of breakfast in him all because he chose to fight me all morning over whether or not I would let him eat his breakfast in his room. While I don't usually allow them to eat in their rooms I have allowed it at times but last night one of the kids spilled something in their room and Rick and I decided that we needed to make a new rule to not allow anymore eating in their rooms. Well Adam informed me that he can do whatever he wants and that the rules evidently don't apply to him because he is older. So all morning he stood in the kitchen with his plate of food staring at me with the "evil" eye while I was trying to get deshawn fed and ready for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Deshawn was ready and off on his bus Adam informs me that he is not going to school. I told him he is going to school even if he has to go hungry and in his pjs. That's another thing he has already missed 1 1/2 days of school this week telling me he is sick when he really isn't. Thing is the kids is a great actor. I honestly thought he was sick yesterday but come the afternoon miracles happened and he was miraculously cured. He knows how to play me bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I don't understand is that he is really a sweet boy. But for some reason lately he has been so defiant. He has even got right up into Rick's face before. Have you seen Rick he is 6ft 2in. I would have never treated my parents the way he is treating us. I can't figure out if it is just pre teen crap or if there is something really going on with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2930022121969236755?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2930022121969236755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2930022121969236755&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2930022121969236755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2930022121969236755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-year-old-drama.html' title='10 year old drama'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5467965799577975052</id><published>2009-02-22T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:34:06.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so confused and a little overwhelmed. I am at a place in my life where I am done having kids and they are all going to be in school full time next school year and we really could use extra money but a huge part of me really wants to go back to school and I know I won't have the stamina to go to school,work, take care of the house and be a mom all at the same time. So to me I need to choose between work and school but when I talk to my husband he seems to think I should go back to school but also thinks I need to work too. Personally I think the reason he wants me to work is so he doesn't want to be the only one responsible for all the financial responsibility. That may not be a fair assumption but it is the way I am feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have been looking at different options for what I could go to school for. I have finally decided that I would like to become a respiratory therapist. With this particular degree I can actually start working at a decent wage after I get my associates. Then I can go on and get more certificates and then get my bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to work in the medical field and I think that is the reason I got my MA (medical assisting) but I was never excited about that degree for some reason. I thought for awhile I wanted my RN but I just have had a hard time committing to that too. But after hours of research I think if I could make it work I would like to be a respiratory therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say I am confused and I have no idea what I will end up doing but I thought I needed to vent and what better place than my blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know anyone who is a respiratory therapist? Do they like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5467965799577975052?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5467965799577975052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5467965799577975052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5467965799577975052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5467965799577975052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be or not to be...'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1424235844779639534</id><published>2009-02-19T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:03:32.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to do a quick shout out to my mom. She turned the tender young age of 51 this year. We just got together tonight for a quick dinner. The grandkids did a fantastic job of singing happy birthday to her. My niece also added a little dance to go along with the song. It was all too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive to my parents house my kids were talking about how excited they were to get cake. Well I sat there thinking we probably weren't going to have any cake because....well my mom usually handles things like that and since it was her birthday I highly doubt she made her own cake and I highly doubt my dad did. So I told the boys when you get older you usually don't have cakes. Needless to say they were NOT having any of that so I hit up the market before we got to my parents house and found some cupcakes in the bakery that I thought would satisfy everyone. I think when all was said and done everything turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was HELL. Deshawn has a serious problem with people touching him and Adam fell asleep and kept leaning into him. So the entire way home Dee was screaming and whining driving everyone completely insane. I just don't know what to do with him sometimes. I guess I just love him until I go insane :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1424235844779639534?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1424235844779639534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1424235844779639534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1424235844779639534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1424235844779639534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2323519617139532792</id><published>2009-02-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:12:27.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines and sick kids</title><content type='html'>Our Valentines this year was not as fun as we had expected. We were supposed to go to Salt Lake and go to the clark planetarium and go out to dinner as a family. But it decided to snow so we didn't want to travel up there so we kept it local and decided to do lunch and then take the kids to the movies. Well we were running late so we decided to just get some fast food before the show started. After we ate we went over to the show house and all of the kid movies were sold out. I knew of another place about 20 min from there that was showing the same shows so we hurried over there and there was a line throughout the whole parking lot so we knew they were all sold out too. So we ended up going home :( I was bummed but what else is there to do in that situation. The boys did get a little gift from their secret admirer whom the little ones think is the easter bunny. They got a tub that is all decorated in hearts and stuff. Anyway the tub had some crunch n munch and some candy and the movie space buddies. They thought it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my parents came over to give the kids a valentine from them. Thanks mom and dad for sugaring them up and leaving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the morning helping out Adam with his report he has to do on himself. We finally finished about noon. I hopped in the shower, did dishes, fed the kids lunch all before I noticed Parker was sick. What a terrible mom. So I took him to the doctor around 3 and I just got back. He has infections in both his eyes and he has a terrible ear infection in his right ear. Poor baby is completely miserable. He keeps holding his ear and saying it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what has been going on lately. I am still looking for work to no avail hopefully something will fall into my lap soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2323519617139532792?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2323519617139532792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2323519617139532792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2323519617139532792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2323519617139532792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-and-sick-kids.html' title='valentines and sick kids'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-92799075092358972</id><published>2009-02-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:21:44.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids are funny</title><content type='html'>Rick was thinning out his goatee today and the trimmers stuck and ended up cutting a big ole chunk of hair out of it. So he tried to salvage it but to no avail he ended up shaving off his goatee. Well for Deshawn change is very hard for him and when he first saw Rick he was to say the least mortified. Deshawn told Rick to put it back on. He also can't stop staring at him. It is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other funny. Adam came up to me last night with the most puzzled look on his face and said "mom, I saw on tv there was a man that had a baby. How?" Well I didn't quite know how to handle this one. I mean really these are not things I ever dealt with as a child. I couldn't relate any feelings with him on this. I just had to explain to him that the man was actually born a girl so he had all the parts he needed to carry a baby. I really didn't go into much detail considering he is only 10 and he seemed satisfied with that answer. I am sure when he gets older I will have to do my best to help him understand it all. But I have some more time to think about what to say. I was kindof put on the spot last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other news the whole family has been sick. I have pretty much stayed in bed today. Hopefully we are all on the mend. Today is the worst I have felt and I was the last one to show any signs of getting sick so hopefully we will be in better shape tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-92799075092358972?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/92799075092358972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=92799075092358972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/92799075092358972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/92799075092358972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-funny.html' title='kids are funny'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4693190708451528449</id><published>2009-02-05T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:44:46.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The job hunt continues.....</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my interview and it went well accept for the fact they didn't have the hours I needed. So I guess I continue on. I really wanted the job that I interviewed for today. It was more email work than phone work which would have been better. But for now I have to think of my kids. I can't stand the thought of daycare. Plus for three kids day care would be insane. Especially during the summer. I am just disappointed because when they called they told me they had evening jobs available and I seriously spent hours on testing, applications, resumes (which by the way they never asked me for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I guess I can spend the rest of the afternoon searching out other possibilities. I also have deshawns parent teacher conference tonight. Yeah me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4693190708451528449?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4693190708451528449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4693190708451528449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4693190708451528449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4693190708451528449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-hunt-continues.html' title='The job hunt continues.....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3022652689042364201</id><published>2009-02-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:36:44.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superbowl fun!</title><content type='html'>We were invited to our friends house for the superbowl. They had a pretty good turnout of superbowl freeks :) It was alot of fun and we ate till we were stuffed and by the end of the night we took home all the money. We all went in around $20 and we had a score board thingy, anyway we had a half time prize of $60 and a final prize of $120 and we won the $120. It's always fun to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a pretty busy week. The boys are out of school today and tomorrow I have to catch up on my laundry and housework. Wednesday I am meeting with Adam and Parkers teachers to see their progress this quarter. Thursday is the big interview. I also have to meet with Deshawns teacher and I believe we will be making some decisions as far as his placement next year. Keep you fingers crossed that we will be able to place him in mainstream 1st grade. I think he is ready now. His verbal skills have improved significantly this year and his anxieties are not so hard on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have a full plate this week so if you don't hear from me that is why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3022652689042364201?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3022652689042364201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3022652689042364201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3022652689042364201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3022652689042364201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-fun.html' title='superbowl fun!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2591061119043672995</id><published>2009-01-29T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:31:08.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freekin out a little</title><content type='html'>I just got a phone call requesting me to come and do an interview for a call center job. I haven't worked in 5 years and I have mommy brain. I am totally freeked out that I am going to make a complete idiot of myself. It is a full time position which I only wanted something part time but I am not having much luck finding anything part time so I might have to do the full time thing. I will just have to sacrifice some sleep. I asked them if I could work swing shift and they seemed excited that I was asking for swings so who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore my house apart looking for my old resume and I just have to make a few changes to it. The only thing that has me concerned is that I have worked way better jobs than this and I am hoping that they don't play the whole "overqualified" thing. I realize that this is a step down but for right now it is what works. I have a Medical Assisting degree and I worked in the banking field for several years but I cannot go back to either of those because they are mainly all day jobs and for right now that won't work for us. I still have three boys who need me. This way I can be available for them during the days. So as far as sleep goes I figure I will only be missing out on some sleep for the next four months. After that summer will hit and I can get Adam to help me with the boys in the summer so I can catch up on some sleep. Then after summer all of my kids will be in school full time and I can sleep when they are in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this is really what I should be doing.  I am so afraid my house is going to fall apart and I am not going to get any sleep.  The mixture of dirty house and no sleep makes a not so nice mommy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2591061119043672995?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2591061119043672995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2591061119043672995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2591061119043672995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2591061119043672995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/freekin-out-little.html' title='Freekin out a little'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2765713321360840294</id><published>2009-01-28T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:20:21.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year older</title><content type='html'>Well folks I made it another year. I am officially the ripe ole age of 32 now. OMG that feels so old. I can still remember when my mom turned 30 and I thought she was sooooo old. Now I am 32 and I still feel like I am 20. I feel like it was just yesterday that I married Rick and now we are about to have our 13 year anniversary. To think all we have been through in those years. Loosing a baby, having 2 more, adopting a baby, buying a home, loosing jobs, quiting jobs, getting new jobs and finally feeling like we have our family all intact. It's funny how fast time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those of you that don't know this I am a twin. Me and my twin have only spent 1 birthday apart since we were born. That was because she lived in Denver and the weather was crappy so we didn't. Well even though she only lives 30 minutes from me we are not spending our birthday together this year. She really feels like she just wants to spend her day going to the movies and spending time with her husband. I am a little bummed after all it is my birthday too but I can understand needing a break too. Especially since she has alot on her plate right now. So I am wishing her a happy birthday and I hope she has a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2765713321360840294?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2765713321360840294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2765713321360840294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2765713321360840294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2765713321360840294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year-older.html' title='another year older'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4113404327910546638</id><published>2009-01-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:26:10.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have really started getting addicted to facebook for some reason. I actually joined awhile ago but never seemed to really get into it. But I started to get more friend requests and I am reconnecting with long lost friends and it is so nice to be able to see how everyone in my past is doing. The only bad thing is it makes me think of the past alot too. Then I really miss my past. I love my life now but I do miss the care free days with my friends and church groups. I was oblivious to what real life was all about then. We had such amazing times. I miss my best friends growing up. They are not my friends anymore and I can't even remember why we are not friends anymore. I got married before all my friends and Rick was most definitely not in my group of friends and that may have been a part of that but I still never thought we would not be friends as adults. Makes me sad sometimes. It's weird how I don't even talk to the people who were such a big part of my life. Life's weird sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with that. On to cuter things, my adorable children. Adam is playing basketball right now and he loves it. I think basketball is his favorite sport but he loves all sports. As far as Dee goes there is not too much to report on him. He is doing good. He amazes us everyday with his wonderful spirit. Parker he is so funny. Right now his school is doing a reading contest and he is determined to win a jazz jersey. Since he is only in kindergarten I highly doubt he will win but he is trying hard. I am always proud of my boys. Well maybe I am not so proud when they are being stinkers but I still love em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4113404327910546638?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4113404327910546638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4113404327910546638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4113404327910546638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4113404327910546638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6249661808043856258</id><published>2009-01-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:41:10.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>This weekend has gone by so stinkin fast. Friday night we went over to my parents house and Rick mudded (is that even a word)a bedroom in my parents basement. We ended up leaving Deshawn so he could have a sleepover with grandma and grandpa. When we got home we watched a movie and went to bed. Adam had a basketball game on Saturday morning and Grandpa and Grandma Ivie brought Deshawn to the game and we watched Adam play. It is real fun to watch him. He is getting so big and he looks so grown up hangin out with all his buddies. After that I heard about a place in Lehi that was selling bulk dry pasta at a discounted price and I still needed quite a bit for my food storage so after all was said and done I ended up with 118 pounds of different pasta for only $65 What a deal. I know I'm a dork but I love having a food storage. It's so convenient to walk down to my basement and pull something off the shelf to make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took the boys to see madagascar2 they loved it and they were perfect angels in the theater. When we got home I decided to put the pasta in buckets and get them ready for my food storage. Once I did that I thought why not reorganize and clean things up. Then my laundry room which is right next to my food storage was not looking so good so I cleaned that out too and well I ended up dusting my whole basement and then cleaned my bathroom. Once I get started I just can't stop till it's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I hope will be low key. My Birthday is on Wednesday and I am sure we will go out to eat or something. For some reason I am not excited for this birthday. I am turning 32 and it makes me feel old :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6249661808043856258?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6249661808043856258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6249661808043856258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6249661808043856258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6249661808043856258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7996267827081543362</id><published>2009-01-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:44:47.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Viruses!</title><content type='html'>Seriously I have no idea why anyone would want to make a program that would totally destroy someone elses computer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the wrong email and all hell broke loose on my computer.  Then I pull out the rusty ole laptop and for some reason it wasn't connecting to my internet so I sent both my computers with my favorite tech guy aka Brian.  I ended up buying a new wireless router and I have my laptop back and it is faster than it has ever been before.  I should get my main computer back in the next day or so.  Brian I promise to never ever ever open up a greeting card again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing too exciting here.  I am looking for a job.  Things are just getting a little too tight.  Rick's extra jobs are non-existant (thanks to our crappy economy) plus we are probably going to be oweing on our taxes this year.  Then we found out the medical coverage the kids have will not cover Dee's doctor appts and they are pricey since he is a specialist.  So I am looking for a part time night job that I can get benefits.  Deep down I really don't want to be the one responsible for the insurance but I guess I will have to buck up and be a big girl about it.  Especially since I am the one that is uninsurable and we can't buy a private plan.  Anywhoo I will update on more of that when I know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7996267827081543362?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7996267827081543362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7996267827081543362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7996267827081543362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7996267827081543362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-viruses.html' title='Damn Viruses!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4561359381300796745</id><published>2009-01-11T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:09:04.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected date night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWpDpYapV_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/reWXi5CrfyA/s1600-h/fun+at+shels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWpDpYapV_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/reWXi5CrfyA/s200/fun+at+shels.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115090507978738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I was able to leave my children with my sis for the night(per her request). My sis goes through withdrawls without my children so I have to give into her sometimes and just let her take them. She used to live with us and she grew so close to them when she lived here. Of course they equally love to spend time with her too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being childless we went to dinner and a movie. We went to the Jordan Commons in hopes to eat at the Mayan and catch a movie. Well plans did not go as expected. The Mayan was FULL and it was like an hour wait so we decided to eat at spaghetti mamas and I really liked it. So after the dinner we went over to the movies and the movie we wanted to see started 20 min prior so we hopped in the car and headed to American Fork to the showhouse there and we got there just in time to see the show. We saw bedtime stories. I thought it was real cute. I would probably rather have rented it than paid $16.50 to see it but it was a date afterall and how often do we get to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off I got to sleep in this morning and it felt so good. I am not a morning person and I just luf to sleep in. So all in all I would say we have had a great weekend. Now I want my kids back and I have to wait till this evening :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above is what happens when they stay with my sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4561359381300796745?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4561359381300796745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4561359381300796745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4561359381300796745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4561359381300796745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-date-night.html' title='unexpected date night!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWpDpYapV_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/reWXi5CrfyA/s72-c/fun+at+shels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6183802195276040605</id><published>2009-01-07T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:04:24.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a slacker</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a total slacker lately. With the holidays and the fact Rick has had alot of time off work I just can't seem to get my grove back. Don't get me wrong I LOVE having Rick around but I am not use to having him around so much so I don't run in the same routine when he is home. Plus when he is not working I am stressing about wether or not he will have a job. Good times, Good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a quick shout out to my nephew Preston. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! His birthday was on sunday and we got together at my cousins house to celebrate it and our late family christmas. It was a blast. The kids destroyed the playroom (sorry Miss Riley). We ate delicious food and played some WII. Here are a couple pics from the evening (thanks Dee for sending me these pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTfFfIwB8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/fsZnyTDQygM/s1600-h/preston+bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTfFfIwB8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/fsZnyTDQygM/s200/preston+bday5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597147790346178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTexcO52ZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5n1ty7wHNIE/s1600-h/preston+bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTexcO52ZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5n1ty7wHNIE/s200/preston+bday3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596803413465490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTenjwlvrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yb54nVPKnJY/s1600-h/preston+bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTenjwlvrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yb54nVPKnJY/s200/preston+bday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596633635110578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTec9UahgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E-7KYMFWPxk/s1600-h/preston+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTec9UahgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E-7KYMFWPxk/s200/preston+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596451517695490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6183802195276040605?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6183802195276040605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6183802195276040605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6183802195276040605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6183802195276040605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-slacker.html' title='What a slacker'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SWTfFfIwB8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/fsZnyTDQygM/s72-c/preston+bday5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6156161624384844899</id><published>2009-01-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:59:10.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow three posts in one day. There should be a medal for that. Anyway I am finally getting a chance to update my blog a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for New Years we decided to stay home and we had my sister her hubby and their little guy over for some good ole guitar hero and karaoke. It was fun to just goof off with my sis like we did in the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from New Years Eve and New Years Day. We decided to go out to Ricks parents house yesterday and pull the kids around with the 4 wheeler. They had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5VNW5DwXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jZbtf1Cx7CY/s1600-h/december2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5VNW5DwXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jZbtf1Cx7CY/s200/december2008+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756700551102834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5VGCmt4RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4ex8MRQslCk/s1600-h/december2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5VGCmt4RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4ex8MRQslCk/s200/december2008+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756574846378258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5U9xanDBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/V66H2-gFWjI/s1600-h/december2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5U9xanDBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/V66H2-gFWjI/s200/december2008+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756432793242642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5U2T0EflI/AAAAAAAAAe8/INc4xLIuIpE/s1600-h/december2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5U2T0EflI/AAAAAAAAAe8/INc4xLIuIpE/s200/december2008+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756304587882066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Utp-o2AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lbY3NoAkQhQ/s1600-h/december2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Utp-o2AI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lbY3NoAkQhQ/s200/december2008+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756155918964738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UkGaQWiI/AAAAAAAAAes/m4ePZRN6QzU/s1600-h/december2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UkGaQWiI/AAAAAAAAAes/m4ePZRN6QzU/s200/december2008+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755991752301090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Ub758siI/AAAAAAAAAek/RwVQkQfdsQQ/s1600-h/december2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Ub758siI/AAAAAAAAAek/RwVQkQfdsQQ/s200/december2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755851493487138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UTr0FMqI/AAAAAAAAAec/3Ex5cs7z21k/s1600-h/december2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UTr0FMqI/AAAAAAAAAec/3Ex5cs7z21k/s200/december2008+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755709734957730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UMaTmYsI/AAAAAAAAAeU/23H4ulfymH8/s1600-h/december2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UMaTmYsI/AAAAAAAAAeU/23H4ulfymH8/s200/december2008+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755584776233666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UDVPfX5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ean2xT1yLe8/s1600-h/december2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5UDVPfX5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ean2xT1yLe8/s200/december2008+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755428797996946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5T8ImppLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bx02ooqy6PY/s1600-h/december2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5T8ImppLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bx02ooqy6PY/s200/december2008+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755305146393778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6156161624384844899?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6156161624384844899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6156161624384844899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6156161624384844899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6156161624384844899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5VNW5DwXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jZbtf1Cx7CY/s72-c/december2008+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1575376257235742396</id><published>2009-01-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:34:48.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fun!</title><content type='html'>So we had a great christmas. Although I struggled this year with the christmas spirit I still had a great christmas. How could I not when I am blessed with 3 beautiful boys and a wonderful husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is poor quality. It is from my digital camera and it doesn't do a very good job but I thought it was better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aaeda0b0bcc382a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daaeda0b0bcc382a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331370035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1733FBF5BAC43F7F1737AFBDBCEB9146F8B34B41.558C246D30E348335D0D08BD421A800223F0CCBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daaeda0b0bcc382a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db7hJIGMgurxC1ESwxWFy6MRCk94&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daaeda0b0bcc382a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331370035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1733FBF5BAC43F7F1737AFBDBCEB9146F8B34B41.558C246D30E348335D0D08BD421A800223F0CCBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daaeda0b0bcc382a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db7hJIGMgurxC1ESwxWFy6MRCk94&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics I snapped christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OOytuhxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lqCXUDZSkkU/s1600-h/december2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OOytuhxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lqCXUDZSkkU/s200/december2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286749028618241810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OInBH89I/AAAAAAAAAds/YdlHtLQkUp0/s1600-h/december2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OInBH89I/AAAAAAAAAds/YdlHtLQkUp0/s200/december2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748922399159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5N-luwZEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lNfLWaKI0DQ/s1600-h/december2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5N-luwZEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lNfLWaKI0DQ/s200/december2008+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748750254990402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5N20DA3CI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zt5b0RSoUjI/s1600-h/december2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5N20DA3CI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zt5b0RSoUjI/s200/december2008+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748616659098658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NwzdEliI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_R6km0-CZQY/s1600-h/december2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NwzdEliI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_R6km0-CZQY/s200/december2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748513420744226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NrBXPdLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LwxDWyeTSRk/s1600-h/december2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NrBXPdLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LwxDWyeTSRk/s200/december2008+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748414075172018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NlILK81I/AAAAAAAAAdE/NnJT5vXkM6U/s1600-h/december2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NlILK81I/AAAAAAAAAdE/NnJT5vXkM6U/s200/december2008+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748312824378194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NfQ8yeDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TwTD23LrMKk/s1600-h/december2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NfQ8yeDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TwTD23LrMKk/s200/december2008+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748212100757554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NX_K5P2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/gjzk2w23Sdg/s1600-h/december2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5NX_K5P2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/gjzk2w23Sdg/s200/december2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748087068999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget who the real kid is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OWAWkKFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZwoPpxBxM5U/s1600-h/december2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OWAWkKFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZwoPpxBxM5U/s200/december2008+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286749152538273874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1575376257235742396?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aaeda0b0bcc382a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1575376257235742396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1575376257235742396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1575376257235742396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1575376257235742396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas fun!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5OOytuhxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lqCXUDZSkkU/s72-c/december2008+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1958919056648573095</id><published>2009-01-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:09:15.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new family member</title><content type='html'>Deshawn got a bird and absolutly loves it. Here are some pics of the night we brought it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5J2v_SZYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WpW6-kn9Ilg/s1600-h/december2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5J2v_SZYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WpW6-kn9Ilg/s200/december2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286744217523217794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5JxwLAOlI/AAAAAAAAAck/UZg_fYvpbJc/s1600-h/december2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5JxwLAOlI/AAAAAAAAAck/UZg_fYvpbJc/s200/december2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286744131673012818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5JtPyBxhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EwMZuidPJjU/s1600-h/december2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5JtPyBxhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EwMZuidPJjU/s200/december2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286744054258845202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Jny2oCpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JTaRJoKInfo/s1600-h/december2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5Jny2oCpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JTaRJoKInfo/s200/december2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286743960594156178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1958919056648573095?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1958919056648573095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1958919056648573095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1958919056648573095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1958919056648573095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-family-member.html' title='Our new family member'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SV5J2v_SZYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WpW6-kn9Ilg/s72-c/december2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7437528923753378033</id><published>2008-12-24T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:36:50.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful christmas. We are going to my parents tonight for a wonderful meal and presents. The kids will get to open Grandpa and Grandma Ivie's presents. Then they will get to open their jammies from us. Of course they will want to immediately put their jammies on. With any luck they will fall asleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7437528923753378033?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7437528923753378033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7437528923753378033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7437528923753378033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7437528923753378033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6173267488779901387</id><published>2008-12-20T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:23:01.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SU0p2o3rwJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qi1IQ6N-l_Q/s1600-h/november2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SU0p2o3rwJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qi1IQ6N-l_Q/s200/november2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281923956636106898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday big boy! I can hardly believe you are six years old. You are such an amazing person. You are so resilient and I am always proud of how hard you try and never give up. I know we all can get frustrated with each other but it is not you I am frustrated with it is the disease you have to deal with. As for me you can be frustrated with me because I have no idea what I am doing. Just know that you are such an important part of this family and we love you so much. Thank you for choosing us to be your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6173267488779901387?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6173267488779901387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6173267488779901387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6173267488779901387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6173267488779901387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-dee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEE!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SU0p2o3rwJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qi1IQ6N-l_Q/s72-c/november2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5011143735564004868</id><published>2008-12-19T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:21:12.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was being a good mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUw6B8z6dUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qmy7mcE4bPg/s1600-h/november2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUw6B8z6dUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qmy7mcE4bPg/s200/november2008+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281660268176897346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we decided to take the kids to see christmas lights last night. I had also read that santas reindeer were going to be there too. So we decided to surprise the boys and not tell them what we were doing. So we went to dinner at this new place close to our house. It's called Spankys and it was an old time diner type place. Way cute. Their food was yummy too. Anyway when we started driving there Adam figured out what we were doing and blurted it out (don't ya just love big brothers). But no one knew about the reindeer. So when we got there we told them about the reindeer and they all seemed real excited. So we got up to the reindeer and Parker FREEEEEKED out. He hated every second so we decided to cut it short and go ride over to where the christmas light display was and next thing you know Dee is having a total meltdown because he was evidently not done with the reindeer and wanted to pet them. Basically I was damned if I do and damned if I don't. We opted to let Dee scream it out because ultimately it was warmer in the truck:) He completely stopped when we got to the lights and was super excited for the great light show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess at least I tried. RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5011143735564004868?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5011143735564004868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5011143735564004868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5011143735564004868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5011143735564004868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-i-was-being-good-mother.html' title='I thought I was being a good mother.'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUw6B8z6dUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qmy7mcE4bPg/s72-c/november2008+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6336614441995943945</id><published>2008-12-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:59:21.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Adam and his buddy Skyler passed their hunter safety test last night. They are both super excited and I am sure their dads are pretty glad they don't have to sit through anymore of those long and boring classes. Here is a picture that my friend (skylers mom) took of them when they passed their written test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUm8c831nfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S6wRjaHjreU/s1600-h/Adam+hunter+safety.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUm8c831nfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S6wRjaHjreU/s200/Adam+hunter+safety.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959243631304178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6336614441995943945?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6336614441995943945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6336614441995943945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6336614441995943945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6336614441995943945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-passed.html' title='He passed!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SUm8c831nfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/S6wRjaHjreU/s72-c/Adam+hunter+safety.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6553822399578413558</id><published>2008-12-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:25:17.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen credit cards and a flat tire!</title><content type='html'>I seriously should have stayed in bed yesterday. I woke up feeling off and I just thought it was because I had to meet with deshawns school. I get really nervous for stupid stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I had to go to Dees school I had to pick up his prescriptions and put gas in my car. Which by the way it only took $15 to fill my car that was completely empty. It used to cost me $40. Anyway, I drove over to Dees school and had my meeting with them and then drove over to Parkers school to check him in because he was a little late. Then I realized I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving so I went to get me something to eat but when I went to pay for it I realize I have no debit card. So I thought that was weird but I will grab my credit card an hurry and pay for it and then I will search through my scary purse for it. But there where no credit cards either. Okay so I was in total panic mood at this point. I tried to retrace my steps and try to figure out what happend. I had last used my debit card getting gas and then right over to dees school and then to parkers. There is no way someone had the chance to take them from me so the next logical step to take would be to go back to parkers school and see if he took them. I felt stupid interrupting their class but hello this was my money we are talking about. So anyway I bent down and whispered in parkers ear "do you have mommy's cards" And the look on his face said it all. He grabbed his back pack and there they were. He had a total of 8 cards in his backpack. Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crisis over I went home and then got a phone call from my sis saying she was in the area and wanted to stop by so my nephew and her stopped and visited. Well my sis went outside for a minute and Rick came home while she was out there and she said to him "do you realize Melanie's car had a flat" Then he came in and told me. He took one look at me and said "you probably should have stayed in bed today huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note Adam passed his shooting test in his hunter safety course. He still has one more class and the next day he will do his written test. He was pretty proud last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6553822399578413558?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6553822399578413558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6553822399578413558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6553822399578413558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6553822399578413558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-credit-cards-and-flat-tire.html' title='Stolen credit cards and a flat tire!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8421060966446754183</id><published>2008-12-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:34:59.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis over!</title><content type='html'>Well I ended up getting a couple more orders and felt better about having the party. I think if (that's a big if) I do a party again I will wait until it is a slow time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the kids are impatiently waiting for christmas this year. They are all ornery and irritated with each other. I think they might be getting sick too. I hope we don't end up being sick on Christmas. The first year me and Rick were married I was so sick with some kindof virus that made me have the worst fever ever and I ended up spending christmas eve in the ER. Good times, good times! I don't think I have ever been that sick since. Hopefully I will never be that sick again (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have christmas shopping to do and I have no idea when I am going to be able to get around to finishing. I still need to do parent gifts and Birthday gifts (for Dee and Gpa Rymer) and I still have no idea what Dee and Parkers main gifts are going to be. So I am up for any Ideas (hint, hint) Parker is 5 and Dee will be 6 so if anyone has any ideas I would love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam started his hunter safety course tonight. He is doing it with his friend Skyler and they are both really excited. I can't believe he is old enough to even do it. So for the next couple weeks he is going to be doing classes and then his testing. Funny thing is when I took my test Skylers mom and I took our classes together and now our kids are taking theirs together. How fun is that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will quit rambling all of this randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8421060966446754183?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8421060966446754183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8421060966446754183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8421060966446754183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8421060966446754183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/crisis-over.html' title='Crisis over!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5402706828172918450</id><published>2008-12-06T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:27:48.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.centsy</title><content type='html'>Okay so I had a Scentsy party today and I only had 2 people show and I feel like a total loser because she hauled all her crap in and took time out to do this party and only 2 people came. So I am putting this out there if anyone who lives in south salt lake or Utah county and you have been looking to order some S.centsy products I am keeping my party open til Monday. You can go online at scentsy dot com and check out their products. I feel like I should at least try to get some more orders for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just email me at mrymer796@yahoo.com if you are interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PRESSURE I am only looking for people that really want the products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5402706828172918450?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5402706828172918450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5402706828172918450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5402706828172918450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5402706828172918450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/scentsy-mahem.html' title='S.centsy'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-860460429269031281</id><published>2008-12-02T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:59:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug!</title><content type='html'>For some reason I cannot get into the christmas spirit. I put my tree up the day after Thanksgiving and it took me 2 days to finish decorating it. Instead of me hounding Rick to put the lights up on the house he keeps asking me when I want him to. He finally put them up yesterday without me knowing. I think he might actually be more excited for christmas this year than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually so excited for the holidays. I am usually finished shopping by Thanksgiving and I want to go and experience everything christmas. Not this year. I seriously don't want to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not the holidays maybe it's just the evil depression cycle I go through every year. I have suffered with bouts of depression and anxiety and this year it is hitting me hard. When I was diagnosed with anxiety my body was doing this weird tremor thing and I went on meds for it and I finally felt normal again. My body is doing the weird tremor thing again and it is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to talk to Rick about it he just brushes me off and prefers not deal with me. I don't blame him. My diabetes is alot to deal with. I am sure the last thing he wants is for something else to be going on. For the most part I can deal with the anxiety but when I get the tremor things it makes me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will go away without meds because the last thing I need is another med to add to my regimen. The meds I was on before was expensive and a total BITCH to come off of so that really would be my last resort this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just frustrated right now so I thought why not blog? Thanks for listening to me feel sorry for myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-860460429269031281?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/860460429269031281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=860460429269031281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/860460429269031281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/860460429269031281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-2610280346557032928</id><published>2008-11-26T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:35:16.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>FYI- You might want to scroll down to the bottom and turn off my music player before you push play or else you will be listening to 2 songs at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=77a611ce45d523da7b1f95" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=77a611ce45d523da7b1f95&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=77a611ce45d523da7b1f95&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/77a611ce45d523da7b1f95/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time on our trip. We stayed in Playa Del Carmen and it was gorgeous. We seriously laughed and laughed and laughed until our guts hurt. One night I was laughing so hard I couldn't breath I thought I was going to pass out. Every night between dinner and the night show they have a band playing in the courtyard and people mingle and dance or shop when they allow vendors there. Well on the first or second night I can't remember for sure which one but one of those nights we were sitting watching people dance and waiting for the evening performance and all of the sudden Ryan (one of the people that went with us) starts laughing hysterically and told us that one of the guys that was dancing pants fell right to the floor. I looked over just as he finished pulling them up and for some real immature reason I lost it. I was trying so hard not to be noticeable. But the guy just kept on dancing like nothing had happened. I couldn't look at him in the face the rest of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we got there we got there in time for dinner so we unpacked and went down to dinner. After dinner we checked out the resort a little and although it was dark we still walked down to the ocean and enjoyed the waves. We also met some people from Colorado and we stayed friends with them throughout the stay there. They were older but they had the souls of children. They were alot of fun. We went up and watched their evening entertainment and then we hung out at their sports bar that is open 24 hours and played pool for a while. We were alot younger than most of the people there. This particular resort was a very mellow resort with alot of stuffy european people. But we still had a blast and we didn't care too much about what others thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we decided to take the day and unwind and just enjoy the beach and the ocean. I finally got Rick to go and play in the waves with us. We also walked down the beach past other resorts and also other resorts that are in the same chain too. Our resort was by far the most beautiful one. Although they are all nice and I would have stayed at any of them. We ate lunch at one of the restaurants that is an open air restaurant and it was so pleasant. All of the lunches are buffet style unless you order room service. We got sick of the buffet by the time we left but we just ordered room service and it was yummy and light. We ate dinner in the buffet this night too. After dinner we went down to the beach and hung out on the hammocks. It was romantic and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day we decided to go to 5th Ave. This is where the Marina is and all of the shopping. They have some hotels here and a public beach. Lots of fun but we got really tired of being haggled by excursion people and the shopkeepers. They wouldn't barter at all which we found out the reason was because of the wristbands we were wearing. They told us that we were staying at the nicest place and that we were rich and famous americans. We just laughed because we are anything but. So we didn't get the greatest of deals. We went back to our resort and did reservations for dinner the for the next two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth day we slept in and ordered room service and were lazy which was sooooooooo soooooooooo sooooooooo and did I say soooooooooooo nice :) We met with our travel guy that hangs out in the hotel to make sure our needs are met. We decided to book an ATV excursion with him for the next day. We then went and checked out this mini mall place just up the street from our hotel to find a backpack for our excursion. The first few places wanted a fortune for a stupid backpack. We finally found one for $10 after seeing the same one in another store for $20. We swam in the ocean again and wiped ourselves out. We went back to our rooms and got dressed up for our first dinner. We went to a real fancy Japanese restaurant. We ate alot of sushi and salmon and other thing we weren't sure what they were. I thought it was yummy. Rick could have done without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth day we had to be out to the lobby at 7:45 am to start our excursion so we ordered room service for breakfast and got ready and was picked up by this maniac driver that scared the living hell out of me. We showed up to this dive of a place to start our excursion. We got on our 4 wheelers and had to drive them on the highway right next to semis and trucks and cars. Going mach 10 down the road we finally hit a dirt road that took us into the jungle. One would think that once we hit the dirt road we would slow down a little. Oh no not us we drove on the worst dirt road with pits in the road the size of a lake going faster that I have ever drove a 4wheeler before. It was nerve wrecking but fun too. We ended up parking our bikes and hiking a short distance to this shack in the jungle. This is where we were harness up to do 3 different ziplines. We all did the first one except shannon because she is preggo and didn't want to risk it. Ryan and I did the second one and by the third one Ryan was the only one brave enough to do it. After we were done with the ziplines we went to a cenote this is basically a cave that has fresh water in it. We swam in it for a bit. It was cold but also refreshing. The water was beautiful crystal clear. After that we got back on our bikes and drove like crazy people back to where we started. After we got back we had enough time to shower and get fancy for our dinner. We went to a Rodizio Grill type of restaurant and everyone thought it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the sixth day I woke up super sore and we all slept in and ordered room service again. Then we decided to get up and catch a boat to Cozumel. We got over there and shopped and checked the place out a little. I forgot my camera so I had to buy a disposable. I am still waiting to get those pics back. We didn't get over there in time to really check out the whole Island but it was a fun experience anyway. We got back a little late but enough time to hit the buffet for dinner. We didn't really feel like watching the show so we wandered down to the beach again and hid from some rain under coconut trees. It was a blast. We hung out in the sportsbar again this night because it was to rainy to hang outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day we decided to take a walk down to some local ruins. I took pics I am still waiting for these pics. It was cool they were small but the history was there. There was these weird animal there too that looked like rats without tails and they were ten times the size of a rat too. I tried to get pics but they didn't turn out too well. There were alot of lizards too. We went back to our rooms for a bit to start some packing and then decided we had to pick up a couple more souvenirs so we walked down to the little mall and got them. We hung out at the beach the rest of the day and had dinner at the infamous buffet again. We chilled and enjoyed our last night in the courtyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day we slept in a bit and finished packing everything up and left the hotel at noon. That is 11:00 am in Utah time. Our flight was delayed and very long. After we got our kids picked up and home it was past 9:00 pm Utah time. It was a long trip home. But here we are :) Hopefully we will get to do another trip like this again sometime. I came back feeling great and alot more relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-2610280346557032928?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2610280346557032928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=2610280346557032928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2610280346557032928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/2610280346557032928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-finally.html' title='Pictures FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6884142623264219642</id><published>2008-11-22T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:04:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are coming home....</title><content type='html'>Well we are flying home today.  We have had an amazing time an I can't wait to blog about it when I get back.  I have tons of pictures that I will post.  I am just anxious to get home to my kids and love on them.  So I will blog later.  Hopefully my computer is fixed and I can get it back soon because I won't have internet at home without it.  Ta Ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6884142623264219642?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6884142623264219642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6884142623264219642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6884142623264219642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6884142623264219642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-coming-home.html' title='we are coming home....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8372773444136529369</id><published>2008-11-18T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:42:16.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>I posted pics on my other blog so go over to www.removingthefatsuit.blogspot.com  I will fix it later but my laptop is almost out of battery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8372773444136529369?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8372773444136529369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8372773444136529369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8372773444136529369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8372773444136529369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6866944824584644325</id><published>2008-11-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:48:48.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have pictures</title><content type='html'>I'm a liar!  I can't seem to get blogger to cooperate with me so I will try later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics for you guys.  It is so hard to take pictures when you are having such a great time but I have a couple to share.  Yesterday we went to what they call 5th ave.  It is miles of shops and marinas and brick roads.  we had alot of fun but these mexicanos are annoying.  The damn near pull youar arms off to make you come into their little shops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we hung around the hotel and watched there programs.  They had all the little kids from the hotel and dressed up as different characters.  Then they had three of the employees dressed up like spiderman, superman, and the guy from the matrix.  The guy that dressed up as the matrix is FLAMING gay.  He is hilarious. He just looks like he is always enjoying his job.  We ended up the night dancinng in the courtyard. So romantic :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to relax in the beach and we might go down to some local ruins.  They are within walking distance so we can take a jaunt down there when we feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6866944824584644325?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6866944824584644325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6866944824584644325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6866944824584644325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6866944824584644325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-pictures.html' title='I have pictures'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5188255019250811631</id><published>2008-11-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:56:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We ate frog legs......</title><content type='html'>So we are having so much fun.  We played on the beach yesterday and just stayed at our resort.  The food is really yummy and we even dared each other to eat some fried frog legs.  I wouldn't say that I will be craving them or anything but they weren't horrible.  Last night our hotel had a mariachi band and it was a lot of fun to watch them.  After that was over we went down to the beach and played on the hammocks.  It was so relaxing.  Today we are going to 5th ave and shop and check out the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5188255019250811631?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5188255019250811631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5188255019250811631&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5188255019250811631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5188255019250811631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-ate-frog-legs.html' title='We ate frog legs......'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3040019252668856439</id><published>2008-11-15T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:08:42.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This place is absolutly the most gorgeous place I have ever been.  I just wanted to let you all know that I am here and safe and I will update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3040019252668856439?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3040019252668856439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3040019252668856439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3040019252668856439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3040019252668856439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!!!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5131045891641700427</id><published>2008-11-13T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:44:30.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe our trip is finally here.  Tomorrow the boys will be picked up by my mom and dad after they get off work and I won't see them again until next Saturday night.  I hope they have a great time without us.  I am sure they will.  They have already informed us that they will not miss us.  They are such stinkers.  I know they will miss me they just don't want to admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nervous wreck.  I always get nervous when I have to leave my babes.  That is until I get to where I am going and then I can usually settle in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking my laptop so check in for updates on our week.  I just set up my laptop so I can download pics too.  So I will take lots of pics and post some for ya'll.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I will post until we get there and get settled.  This computer will be going to the doctor aka Brian while we are gone.  So hopefully when I get back my computer will stop freezing on me and I won't have to restart it 5 times a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will post later peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5131045891641700427?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5131045891641700427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5131045891641700427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5131045891641700427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5131045891641700427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days!!!!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7924360797003113250</id><published>2008-11-11T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:54:56.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd dreams and family updates</title><content type='html'>Okay I had the weirdest dream last night and I can't seem to stop thinking about it. I dreamt that I ate silly putty and it was stuck in my guts and I couldn't even remember eating it. So what do you guys think that dream meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my ticker says only 4 more days till I'm sittin on the beach soaking up the rayz :) I don't think I am ever going to get everyone packed in time. I have been packing for a week straight already but I can't seem to get organized. I can't focus because I just want to go already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better do an update on the family. Let's see Adam is doing well. I just signed him up for basketball so he is excited for that. A couple days ago I had a neighbor come over and introduce their new roommates and they had a little boy about Adam's age and asked if Adam wouldn't mind playing with him. Well Adam was at school so I told them to come back when he got home from school. So after school I told adam about him and instead of Adam waiting for him to come by Adam just went over there and introduced himself and they played for hours. I was real proud of him for two reasons one is because he is the type of person that doesn't even hesitate to befriend someone and the second reason is because he has no fear. At his age I would have been so scared to even meet a new friend let alone to just go up and introduce myself. He is such a sweetheart (well....most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshawn is a trooper. He is doing real well in school. We have increased his meds a little to help out with some more of his anxieties. He does really seem to be doing better with that. The school called last week and they are concerned with his fine motor skills so they are going to be testing him soon and deciding if he needs more services. Hopefully we will be hearing soon from them on that. He is reading a little too. He has learned some sight words and he is just starting to recognize them. We are really proud of how hard he works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker is our little book worm. He has picked up on some reading. He loves to read and is always interested in writing words that he knows and showing off how well he can read. The only thing I have to compare him with is Adam and I know he wasn't reading even when he left kindergarten. So I think Parker is doing well. He is such a sweetie and we love him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has been working alot lately. His regular job has slowed down a little but we have had some friends that have needed his services. He finished up his last project last night and can't wait to hit the beach. I hate it when he has to do these little jobs but I have been able to save up some money for christmas shopping and it puts my mind at ease on whether or not Santa will be visiting us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I have been a busy mama. I have been trying to get things ready for our trip and I have decided it is alot of work to pack a family of 5 for 1 week when we are all going in different directions. My health is doing well. I went to the doc a couple weeks ago and all my bloodwork looks good. There was concern about my blood pressure because everytime I go in my BP is up. I told him everytime I test at home it is fine. So I brought my monitor to his office and had it tested with his machine and my BP was fine. So we determined that I am just scared of my doctor :) My A1C (this is a test where they can read what your avg bloodsugar for the previous couple months) was where it needed to be. So I think I will make it another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this post was long. I hope ya made it to the end :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7924360797003113250?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7924360797003113250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7924360797003113250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7924360797003113250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7924360797003113250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/wierd-dreams-and-family-updates.html' title='Wierd dreams and family updates'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-773554762986310781</id><published>2008-11-06T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:41:50.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I am not the only one excited</title><content type='html'>I have decided that the boys are just as excited to be getting rid of us as we are to get rid of them next weekend. As I mentioned a couple of posts ago I dug out our suitcases and decided who was getting which one. Well the two youngest decided their suitcases had to stay in their rooms. So of course I could understand that and let them put their suitcases in their closets. That was a few days ago and yesterday I was helping Dee clean his room and I went to push the suitcase out of my way with my foot and it felt like I slammed my foot into a rock. I opened it up and he already has clothes and shoes and some toys all packed and ready to go. Of course I will leave them until I am ready to really pack them up. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I thought about it some more. I thought that maybe Parker may have done the same thing. Well I was right. The funny thing is Parker had packed pullups and like 20 pair of underwear but no clothes. How cute is that? I guess you can never have too many pair of underwear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-773554762986310781?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/773554762986310781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=773554762986310781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/773554762986310781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/773554762986310781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-i-am-not-only-one-excited.html' title='I guess I am not the only one excited'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-3638750944422745735</id><published>2008-11-04T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:22:22.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my sticker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SRB0aRaiRNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/haXpfp4e8qY/s1600-h/I+voted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SRB0aRaiRNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/haXpfp4e8qY/s200/I+voted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835959096231122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me and Parker went to the polls this morning to cast my very first vote ever. I was supposed to vote in the presidential election when Bush won the presidency but I ended up taking my mom to the ER and we were there too late for me to vote so this year I was excited to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened to me this morning. I was set on who I was going to vote for and nothin was changin my mind but when I got up this morning I decided to say a little prayer in my heart to help me decide whom I wanted to vote for and I ended up voting for someone else. I am not naming names because I am private with my political thoughts but I feel like it was the best decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird though there is only one person that I voted yes to that I felt absolutely positively 100% sure that my vote was the right decision. He is the judge that did our adoption. He is a great guy with a very compassionate heart. I am not sure how he can be with all the horrible things he sees everyday but he is an excellent judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I encourage all of you to vote today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-3638750944422745735?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3638750944422745735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=3638750944422745735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3638750944422745735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/3638750944422745735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-my-sticker.html' title='I got my sticker!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SRB0aRaiRNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/haXpfp4e8qY/s72-c/I+voted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1945583033770609773</id><published>2008-11-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:46:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar highs and wrappers everywhere!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was CRAZY. The boys were so hyped with sugar all weekend. I thought I was going to go crazy but by sunday afternoon the sugar highs hit the sugar lows and our boys were beat. It was hilarious. Dee disappeared and we finally found him sound asleep on the couch in our living room. It was only 4:00 and he was done with the day. The other boys woke him up playing around and he was pretty upset. I tried to keep him awake so we could get some dinner in him. He finally started moving again and got some dinner but he was moving pretty slow. We put the kids to bed at 8:30 and didn't hear a peep from them after that. I had to peel them out of bed this morning too. Funny what a butt load of sugar can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have noticed my ticker for my trip says only 12 days left to go. This is pretty much the only thing on my mind right now. I am just ready to pack up and go now. I still feel really blessed to be able to go on this trip. This is something that we need desperately. Rick has worked really hard this year. We both have been stressed about money and healthcare and kids. It will just be nice to get away and pretend that none of those other probs even exist. None of this would even be possible without Rick's boss aka brother and we are really, really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have dug out our suitcases and now I am trying to decide which ones we are going to need and which ones the kids are going to take. Plus I have started to make a list of things that I can't forget. I did find out there is a Wal.mart real close to where we are staying so if we forget anything I am sure we can pick it up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this week will be uneventful. Last week was so busy that I got behind in things and I would like this week to catch up. I am having a S.entsy party this weekend and I have to get ready for that. Plus I might end up watching my sisters kids on saturday night. Anywho I keep babbling on so I will stop boring ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1945583033770609773?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1945583033770609773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1945583033770609773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1945583033770609773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1945583033770609773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/sugar-highs-and-wrappers-everywhere.html' title='Sugar highs and wrappers everywhere!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5371507472371805690</id><published>2008-10-30T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:37:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trick or treating with no cavities....</title><content type='html'>Well the boys all went to the dentist today and they all were cavity free.  THANK GOODNESS!  I cannot handle it when they have to get their cavities filled.  It makes me feel like I am going to pass out and puke all at the same time.  I just have this wierd anxiety about the dentist.  It is bad when I am the patient but when my boys are the patient I am a disaster.  I know I am a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am glad we went to the dentist before halloween :)  I would hate to see what happens after they eat all of this candy.  Not to mention we have the holidays coming up.  I am pretty sure their next check up will not be so nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5371507472371805690?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5371507472371805690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5371507472371805690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5371507472371805690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5371507472371805690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treating-with-no-cavities.html' title='trick or treating with no cavities....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-7017075856049132939</id><published>2008-10-28T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:27:49.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween fun!</title><content type='html'>So here we are in all of our glory. We had our annual Ivie family halloween party tonight. We had a great time and a great turn out. It was fun to see the fam again. The Ivie family is my side of the family. I love spending time with my Aunts,uncles, cousins and so on. Our family is CRAZY and I love every one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics below are my cuties. Adam thought it would be funny to be hanna.h montana this year and it was pretty funny. Dee was optimus prime and Parker was Iro.n man. I threw together a zombie costume. We had a great night and are looking forward to trick or treating on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWh8yUIEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LVzls8VfPSM/s1600-h/halloween+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWh8yUIEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LVzls8VfPSM/s200/halloween+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410568346902594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWYwa5-DI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cD1C1krWSho/s1600-h/halloween+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWYwa5-DI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cD1C1krWSho/s200/halloween+2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410410408671282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWQiFyc1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/3zkeiq8C5Bk/s1600-h/halloween+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWQiFyc1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/3zkeiq8C5Bk/s200/halloween+2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410269123048274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWGHaIpJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GXWn2Z73EF4/s1600-h/halloween+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWGHaIpJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GXWn2Z73EF4/s200/halloween+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410090161939602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfV6csOD3I/AAAAAAAAAao/C8BLJL0_ffo/s1600-h/halloween+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfV6csOD3I/AAAAAAAAAao/C8BLJL0_ffo/s200/halloween+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262409889716506482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-7017075856049132939?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7017075856049132939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=7017075856049132939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7017075856049132939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/7017075856049132939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/zombies-hannah-montana-iron-man-and.html' title='Halloween fun!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SQfWh8yUIEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LVzls8VfPSM/s72-c/halloween+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6964559815843072382</id><published>2008-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:41:44.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin patch time</title><content type='html'>Me and my sister decided to take our kids to the pumpkin patch today since they were out of school for teacher development day. I think this year was the best time I had there. The crowds were small and the kids are all old enough that I don't have to worry about where they are all at. Here are a couple of pics from my sisters camera (oops forgot mine) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SP0I914LBWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A0JHf51Ufdw/s1600-h/punkin+patch+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SP0I914LBWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A0JHf51Ufdw/s200/punkin+patch+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259369798366332258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SP0I5G0-ciI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hsmYItTvsMM/s1600-h/punkin+patch+2+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SP0I5G0-ciI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hsmYItTvsMM/s200/punkin+patch+2+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259369717016982050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6964559815843072382?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6964559815843072382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6964559815843072382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6964559815843072382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6964559815843072382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-time.html' title='pumpkin patch time'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SP0I914LBWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A0JHf51Ufdw/s72-c/punkin+patch+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8139551030914392981</id><published>2008-10-17T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:23:26.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay Jeanna I thought it might be fun to do your tag.  If anyone else who reads my blog wants to do it go for it.  Let me know if you do it so I can make sureI read yours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you date someone from high school? I had the same boyfriend from 8th grade to 11th grade off and on I think we broke up and got back together about ten times in those years. We even hooked up for a couple months after high school right before me and Rick started dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? A cute little white Hyundai excel hatchback. Man I had some good times in that car. Until I totaled it when me and rick were dating. He was such a good boyfriend I didn't replace my car for at least a month or so and he toted me around the whole time. We got engaged shortly after and then we bought the next car together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of high school for you? probably when me and my twin sister went to a school dance together with our boyfriends and we were in line and I reach down to grab my boyfriends hand and realized I was holding my sisters boyfriends hand OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you a party animal? Who me....... NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? ABSOLUTELY nothing has changed I have always been flirtatious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I played violin for a whole year but that is about it. I took piano lessons when I was a teen for awhile. But I am no expert by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you a nerd? I hope not. J/K I was just normal. I got along with every type of person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams? Nope I didn't have too much school pride :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you ever get suspended/expelled? No thanks goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? Wow I haven't even thought about that song for a long time since I haven't been in high school on over 13 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers? None. I had a serious attitude problem in high school. The most important things to me in high school were friends and my boyfriend. I wish now I would have taken it more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch? Usually in the halls. We could take our lunches in the halls and eat them. Then sometime we used to pile 10 of us into my boyfriends car and go to hardees for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. School mascot? BRUINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you go to Homecoming? Yes With whom? yeswith the boyfriend I had. He is in every school dance picture I have. What a waste since I had several other guys that wanted to take me out but I would never break up with "him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you? parts YES, parts NO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation? I wore shorts under my gown and put dress shoes on so it looked like I had a dress on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you go for Senior Skip Day? We never had a senior skip day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Were you in any clubs? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you gained some weight since then? Who hasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who was your prom date? None other than the ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Reunions: been to any? No I am not really that type of person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself? Get rid of the boyfriend and have some fun. Also to remember that high school does not have to be so dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8139551030914392981?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8139551030914392981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8139551030914392981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8139551030914392981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8139551030914392981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-1772887819201643192</id><published>2008-10-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:43:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he is gunna make it</title><content type='html'>Well I think we a have a dog on the mend now. He is absolutely back to his lovely self again and he is driving us NUTS! He seriously won't stop barking. He wants to be able to go back in to his kennel outside and I am not ready to let him out there yet. Plus Roxy (his mom) and buddy shared 2 kennels that we put together but now we have separated them to their own and I don't think he is going to like that. They usually have so much fun together but we need to keep them separate for at lease a month. We need to make sure Roxy hasn't been infected with it too. So I am happy that all of my sleepless nights have paid off. Now we just have to keep our fingers crossed that the other dogs won't come down with it. If we can make it until next wednesday without any more sicky dogs then I think we are out of the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some good news. I know I mentioned before how I was going to write to the pharmaceutical company for my insulin. Well I received word that they are going to give me my insulin for the next year. I already picked up three months worth. This is a HUGE relief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway TGIF and I hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-1772887819201643192?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1772887819201643192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=1772887819201643192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1772887819201643192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/1772887819201643192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-he-is-gunna-make-it.html' title='I think he is gunna make it'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4608546531432955324</id><published>2008-10-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:30:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day down...</title><content type='html'>Well we have made it another day. Today when I first woke up I didn't think buddy was doing very well but by this afternoon he was perking up. I finally was able to get some food in him. My vet told me to give him cottage cheese and white rice mixed. Well he would have none of that. I looked on the net to see what I could give him and found no help so I thought I would just try a little tuna. Well that was it. He only ate a little but it got his hunger going so I went and bought some baby food and some canned chicken and mixed some tuna, chicken, cottage cheese and a little rice. NOPE! He didn't want that so next I decided he really needed the protein the most so I just gave him a mixture of tuna and chicken and that was the magical mixture. I have given this to him 3 times and he has eaten it up every time so hopefully his little guts process this well. I am sick of cleaning up doggy diarrhea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have another problem now that he is not lethargic he has found his little barker. He has barked and barked and barked and barked. He wants to be loved on but I won't let the boys love on him because I am afraid they won't get all of the germies off of them and then proceed to pass those said germies on our other furry babies. So we are stuck with a dog barking and driving us nuts but hey I am proud of how well he is doing. I know the odds were not in his favor but I was very persistent and hopefully he will make a full recovery. I know we are still not out of the woods yet but I know we have felt all of your prayers and love so thanks and still keep us in your prayers for a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4608546531432955324?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4608546531432955324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4608546531432955324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4608546531432955324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4608546531432955324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day-down.html' title='another day down...'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-5735059671815931770</id><published>2008-10-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:50:47.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still hangin on</title><content type='html'>Well our little guy is still hanging on. I am completely exhausted. I guess when "we" decided to treat buddy at home it meant that "I" would do all of the work. I seriously had 3 hour of sleep the night before last and I had maybe 4 last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay up till 11:00pm to give him his meds. After I gave him his meds I crawled in bed and I got the worst cramps ever (sorry TMI) So I decided to get up and take some Ibuprofen. After I got up I ended up getting the worst low blood sugar so it took me until 1:00am to get settled from that. So I got in bed and I hear a splatter in the bathroom where buddy is. So I ran in there and he had gotten out of the shower and pooed and peed on my bathroom floor instead of the shower so cleanup was a nightmare. If you have ever had a dog that has parvo you will never forget the smell of their poo. OMG it is awful. I feel so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got all of that cleaned up I got back in bed and at 3:30am I got the worst diarrhea (sorry again TMI). I think I am just stressed and lack of sleep interrupted my system. I am really tired and really wish I could go back to bed today but I now have 3 sick kids that stayed home from school so I have to play sick maid to them. I have to go grocery shopping so bad, I haven't showered in 3 days, my dishes haven't been done for 2 days I would die if anyone came over right now. I think I just need you all to send me some energy vibes today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-5735059671815931770?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5735059671815931770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=5735059671815931770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5735059671815931770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/5735059671815931770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-hangin-on.html' title='still hangin on'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8068682053979534733</id><published>2008-10-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:32:47.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy has parvo</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh it is 1:40am and I have just gotten back from the vet.  Our sweet little buddy has parvo.  He was fine yesterday and today he has been throwing up all day. I thought he might just have a bug or maybe ate something bad but after reading the horrible internet stories I thought maybe he might have it but he had no blood in his stool.  Then the last clue surfaced its ugly head and I knew. I just broke down and cried.  It was around 11:00pm when that happened and I immediatley called the vet and they told me to bring him right in.  I was seriously crying the whole time.  They gave him a IV under his skin and they filled his skin up so it could slowly hydrate him.  Then we decided on at home care so they finally let me take him home and do a home treatment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need everyone to please say a prayer for buddy and our other dogs.  The other dogs so far have no signs but it can take up to 10 days so we are going to have to watch them.  In the meantime we have to bleach everything.  Roxy is in our shed right now and she is not liking it and Bailey is in my office sound asleep and has no idea that anything is wrong.  That is until the morning when we won't let her out.  We even have to bleach our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is the thing that really pisses me off.  Alot of our neighbors let their dogs out at night to roam.  Thus they get into my yard which is where my dogs play and infect it with their nasty diseases.  We have lived here for awhile and always had dogs and never had this problem.  Recently though me and some of the other neighbors have noticed alot of dogs roaming in our nieghborhood.  I think that I am going to have to put a stop to it.  I am going to start calling animal control on them.  I hate to do that but it is not fair for people that keep their dogs put up to have to shell out tonz of money on vet bills and then ultimately have their pets die.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is upset to say the least.  He was so loving and nurturing to him all day.  He was so worried and concerned.  I am very proud of how well he is handling it.  I think he may have said at least 20 prayers by now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy is in my shower (easier cleenup) sound asleep right now.  Hopefully we can keep him hydrated and get him back to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 2:30am I can't sleep I keep worrying about all my dogs.  I think I might be in constant tears for the next 10 day until I know that everything is okay.  I should know in the next four days if buddy is going to make it but it is going to take ten days before I know if my other dogs got it.  The hardest thing about this is if my other dogs get it I don't know if we will be able to afford treatments for my other babies.  THIS SUCKS SO BAD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8068682053979534733?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8068682053979534733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8068682053979534733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8068682053979534733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8068682053979534733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/buddy-has-parvo.html' title='Buddy has parvo'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-8195387605882470026</id><published>2008-10-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:14:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but true...</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email today. I thought it was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOzo0CEy6HI/AAAAAAAAATs/OxjS3THjccU/s1600-h/haunted+houses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOzo0CEy6HI/AAAAAAAAATs/OxjS3THjccU/s200/haunted+houses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254830845842352242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-8195387605882470026?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8195387605882470026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=8195387605882470026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8195387605882470026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/8195387605882470026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but true...'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOzo0CEy6HI/AAAAAAAAATs/OxjS3THjccU/s72-c/haunted+houses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-6529866563898190886</id><published>2008-10-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:35:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful weekend!</title><content type='html'>Well those of you that live in utah know that we got pounded with rain. Lots of it actually. Of course this meant there was no yard work or outside projects to be done. So what else is there to do? SLEEP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did do a garbage dump run first thing on saturday morning. It was wet and yucky but we had to get a load of construction mess out of the yard. Then we all came home and Rick and Adam went to get a dog house for Buddy and then they went and visited with Rick's grandparents. The younger 2 and I stayed home and wrestled around and made paper airplanes which I do have to say I can make a mean airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Rick came home I was exhausted and decided since it was a rainy day I would go lay down with my window open and enjoy an afternoon nap listening to the rain. It was absolutely the best Saturday afternoon I have had in a long time. Rick even did a pretty decent job of keeping the boys out. Although I did get a little stirred when I felt a little kiss on my cheek. I am not sure which one it was but I think it was Dee. LOVED IT! Then I drifted back into a slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a pretty laxed day too. I slept in and decided to throw the sheets into wash and pick up a little. Nothing to strenuous I didn't want to break a sweat or anything. The boys played and played and watched them some NASCA.R. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis called and asked me to go shopping in the afternoon. And who can resist some Sunday afternoon shopping. Not me :)  So we went and took her little guy with us (FYI he was not happy with us twards the end of the trip) I got a real cute shirt from Maurice's. Then the mall closed on us so we went over to target and hit their 75% off sale racks and I got 3 shirts that totalled $9. They will be cute for Mexico. Shopping was a great way to end the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-6529866563898190886?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6529866563898190886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=6529866563898190886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6529866563898190886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/6529866563898190886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderful-weekend.html' title='wonderful weekend!'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4974377296655975768</id><published>2008-10-02T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:39:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple  ***UPDATED***</title><content type='html'>So my all time favorite color is purple. It was my grandfathers favorite color and I think I always liked it because it reminds me of him. My grandmother also loved purple lilacs. I am pretty sure that this is why purple has always been my favorite color. They were amazing people. They were a huge part of my life growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching a show called shear genius and there was a hairstylist that put this amazing shade of purple in one of the clients hair and I absolutely loved it and decided I wanted to do that to my hair. So I finally talked my very conservative(love ya shan) hairdresser/sister into putting the color in my hair. I LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was out of her comfort zone to do it but I wanted to do it real bad. Anyway I tried to take a pic but you couldn't see it very good so sorry no pic. I also did an all over color that is a shade darker than what I have been doing. It is basically a real dark brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work for a bank and for years I was not able to do anything too outrageous so I figure I don't work and I am basically home most of the time so why not. Rick likes it mostly because he likes seeing me have fun so like I said why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kindof what it looks like. Except I have short hair and she is way cuter than me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOT_gs1-1PI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ke9EFd4CGvE/s1600-h/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOT_gs1-1PI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ke9EFd4CGvE/s200/purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252604002679313650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATED***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would post the pics.  You can't see too well but if you click on the pic you can see a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwhAmgG8I/AAAAAAAAATk/0O4yvJOLIRE/s1600-h/my+hair+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwhAmgG8I/AAAAAAAAATk/0O4yvJOLIRE/s200/my+hair+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657884052855746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwYKg4DdI/AAAAAAAAATc/TZvqml-e7jc/s1600-h/my+hair+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwYKg4DdI/AAAAAAAAATc/TZvqml-e7jc/s200/my+hair+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657732094791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwRQValHI/AAAAAAAAATU/9CK-y7LDzoo/s1600-h/my+hair+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwRQValHI/AAAAAAAAATU/9CK-y7LDzoo/s200/my+hair+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657613398250610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwIkRzVLI/AAAAAAAAATM/Q2-0InAgF0U/s1600-h/my+hair+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOUwIkRzVLI/AAAAAAAAATM/Q2-0InAgF0U/s200/my+hair+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657464132981938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4974377296655975768?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4974377296655975768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4974377296655975768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4974377296655975768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4974377296655975768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/10/purple.html' title='Purple  ***UPDATED***'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/SOT_gs1-1PI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ke9EFd4CGvE/s72-c/purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674673513952379680.post-4642545575930332345</id><published>2008-09-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:02:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>I lost my insurance. It sucks but I am trying to not let it get me down. I am frustrated but I will just have to figure out what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not usually a political person (I know I should probably be) but this years election and my health insurance issues have really brought to light the real issues we are facing. For the average joe the average cost of health insurance is outrageous. For someone with a chronic illness is is unreachable. My husband works in construction so there is no insurance. We tried to get a private plan and we were denied by a couple and the ones that would accept us I believe the grand total would have been over $3000 a month. So yeah that didn't and couldn't happen. I mean I guess we could have lived on the streets and had excellent health care but I think a roof over the head is much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I did nothing to cause my diabetes and I feel like I am being punished for it. I work hard to keep it under control and I still have to have my meds. I don't understand why the government allows insurance companies to get away with it. They charge way too much for medications and lets not forget about the doctor visits. I have to have them to live yet pharmaceutical companies are charging whatever they damn well want. Where is the government in all of this. I personally think their hand is in the cookie jar somewhere. The government won't help me and they let insurance companies deny me coverage and they also let pharmaceutical companies charge me outrageous amounts of money for my meds. It is a loose loose situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear McCain talk about throwing out cash to everyone for healthcare I just laugh because that does nothing for the chronically ill people out there. We can't get insurance. The insurance companies deny us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick says that Obama wants to govern all the healthcare and that the government will have all the say as far as what meds you get to take and what doctors you can see. Well for me I say at least I am getting healthcare. It may not be exactly what I want but at least it is better than nothing. Like I say I am not a very political person but I have never been in the situation I am in now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the ranting I am just worked up. I know there are alot of other people out there that are in worse situations than me. I know it will all work out. Right now I have written the pharmaceutical company that supplies my insulin and I am asking them to give me assistance with my insulin. I will hopefully hear from them soon. My mom is going to hook me up with test strips. The oral meds I take are on Walmarts $4 plan so I will only have to pay $40 for 3 month supply of that. Walgreens has a walgreens brand syringe that is only $17 for a 3 month supply. I might have to change doctors which kindof sucks because it takes alot for me to be comfortable with a doctor but he charges like $300 a visit and it is not doable. There is a clinic that is alot less money that I might be able to go to. So as long as I can get assistance with my insulin I won't have to go back to work for awhile. So I am asking all of my faithful readers to please pray or send out some good vibes for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1674673513952379680-4642545575930332345?l=my--four--sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4642545575930332345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1674673513952379680&amp;postID=4642545575930332345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4642545575930332345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1674673513952379680/posts/default/4642545575930332345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my--four--sons.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>my--four--sons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429212868225487823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTbYNjnbfCk/Syh70UnHtiI/AAAAAAAAAo8/85eAA5quA4E/S220/December+2009+061edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
