<?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-11920407</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:30.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Divinity</title><subtitle type='html'>Yep, I'm Irish (red hair, freckles and all) and I'd like to think divine indeed!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-6682874454951910275</id><published>2007-08-27T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:59:49.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a potty training story for you.......</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm in the kitchen washing dishes and here Kiersten say, "Kael do you have to potty?". I don't pay much attention, well because he's wearing a diaper and we aren't really potty training yet.  So a few minutes pass and I walk through the house to get something and pass the bathroom.  I come to an immediate halt when I see Kael's diaper in the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is standing directly in front of the toilet (holding it), looks at me and says "peed, peed" very seriously.  I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light and sure enough that little stink had peed, right in front of the toilet all over the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had he been a foot taller he would have peed right in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes we are getting out the potty chair........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-6682874454951910275?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/6682874454951910275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=6682874454951910275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/6682874454951910275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/6682874454951910275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-potty-training-story-for-you.html' title='I have a potty training story for you.......'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-5824871516876777433</id><published>2007-08-21T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:43:35.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no type. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;It's been awhile, but here I am.  So much has gone on since I last posted.  I've been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLEET&lt;/span&gt;.  What a time that was.......... for those of you that don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CLEET&lt;/span&gt; is, well it stands for Counsel on Law Enforcement Education and Training.  I had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CLEET&lt;/span&gt; certified for my job.  It was about 4 hours away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wilburton&lt;/span&gt; (and I thought Miami was small!!) Oklahoma and I was there from Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Thursday every week for 11 weeks.  There was a lot of physical training, custody and control, weapon retention, ground fighting, legal, etc., etc., etc....... We usually had 10 hour days, and then several days ranged from 14 to 20 hours depending on the exercise we were doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Apparently, I am bent.  This because I really enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CLEET&lt;/span&gt;.  I made several friends while there, learned I am much stronger both mentally and physically than I thought and I learned how to protect myself should the need arise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I could go on and on about it, but don't want to bore you any further.  I may try and post pics sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;As for the little divinities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt; just started 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade (*gasp* this completely freaks me out - she's getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; grown up), Kiersten just started 3rd grade (my baby girl isn't such the baby anymore!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kael&lt;/span&gt; well he's generally full of piss and vinegar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;onery&lt;/span&gt; as the day is long and just about the most adorable little guy I've ever laid eyes on....not that I'm partial or anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Another big event in our household over this summer included losing our home in the flood.  For those not from around here, some 30% of Miami was under water.  Our house in particular was under 9 feet of water - it was in the attic - yes I said the attic!  We were lucky we were able to get the vast majority of our things out of the house.  We lost the kitchen stuff, some beds, lots of pictures and keepsakes.  But all in all we were very fortunate.  Now dealing with the insurance company and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FEMA&lt;/span&gt;, well that's an experience I'll save for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To finish on a silly note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday I was putting something up in my closet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kael&lt;/span&gt; pushed in behind me pushing my legs saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mooov&lt;/span&gt;" (or move) repeatedly, I countered with "you move, mommy was here first", I of course couldn't move because he had me trapped, while still pushing continuing to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mooov&lt;/span&gt;", I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but how about you say excuse me instead of move" - his reply with a final push out of the way "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mooov&lt;/span&gt; me".  And off into the closet he went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-5824871516876777433?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/5824871516876777433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=5824871516876777433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/5824871516876777433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/5824871516876777433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-type.html' title='Long time no type. . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-116178918741076902</id><published>2006-10-25T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:13:07.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So here it goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://butfirst.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; -------&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Weird Things About Me -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.  I really, really like camo clothes. (mainly for my kids – in fact I am going today to get a camo diaper bag!)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have several ½” to 1” scars on my stomach from having moles removed and then getting pregnant before they healed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can’t sleep with windows open unless the window can’t be reached from the ground w/out a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;4. I really like my job.&lt;br /&gt;5. It annoys me to no end to read a newspaper that someone else has already read. (to the point I have to buy another one!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I like being busy, don’t get me wrong sometimes a break is nice.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don’t eat tomatos, strawberries, bananas and certain other foods because I can’t stand the texture, not the taste, the texture.&lt;br /&gt;8. I’m extremely flexible (albeit I’m outta shape) like put my foot behind my head, weird.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can’t do spook houses or horror flicks, they give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can’t stand for my socks not to match what I’m wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-116178918741076902?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/116178918741076902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=116178918741076902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116178918741076902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116178918741076902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-here-it-goes.html' title='So here it goes...'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-116067305566603916</id><published>2006-10-12T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:10:55.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This is from a "Joke of the Day" email thing - I liked it and it reminded me that sometimes we have to work a lot harder at being happy and it really is a day at a time thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rex Barker here with "The Best Day of My Life," sent in by G. M. L...&lt;br /&gt;Please submit your favorite inspirational stories, quotes or pieces to: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.f831.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=RexBarker@HumorNetwork.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;RexBarker@HumorNetwork.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever!&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did! And because I did I'm going to celebrate! Today, I'm going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far: the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart. I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds.&lt;br /&gt;Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice. Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people. I'll make someone smile. I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know. Today, I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I'll tell a child how special he is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for her and how much she means to me.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don't have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things I have already been given. I'll remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in the Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine. And tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside and Praise my eyes to the heavens and stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, and be thankful for the best day of my life. And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life, ever!&lt;br /&gt;This is Rex Barker reminding you that if one of your goals in life is to be happy, reread this piece every day --- and joyfully watch how your outlook changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-116067305566603916?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/116067305566603916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=116067305566603916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116067305566603916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116067305566603916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-from-joke-of-day-email-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-116057778657225541</id><published>2006-10-11T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:44:03.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Toledo Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Kael is WALKING! Not all the time, but more and more. The little fart is so funny. He'll just be sitting in the middle of the room and stand up. The most steps he has probably taken in a row are about 6 maybe 7, but his determination has me awestruck. It's probably a good thing he is the baby and my only boy because I have a feeling it is going to come in very handy that I can be so laid back and relaxed with him and about what he's doing. Everything he does is funny to me and watching his temperament (oh holy *St. Jude does he have a temper!), his determination, his growing personality have me convinced that he will probably be an incorrigible little heathen! However, I will make him behave in public! But if you are visiting our home I'll go ahead and warn you now that you will probably think I am a horrible mother that allows him way to many freedoms and caters to the demands of a child!! So now that we are clear on just who runs my household we should probably move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got ahold of the photography studio Reflections here in town and set up an appointment to have the kids' portraits done. I was so proud of myself that I had finally done this! I was telling the girls and their dad last night that I had set the session up for Friday at 1pm only to find out I had to be in Pryor and wasn't sure if I'd be back by then. During this I can't figure out why he is looking at me so strangely and why the oldest divinity looks stricken! He carefully points out that 1pm is in the middle of the day as the oldest divinity screeches what class she'd be in at that time. Oops! it never occurred to me until that moment that I would have had to take both girls out of school to have their pics done. lol Such a blonde sometimes. So I am now going to try and reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is wondering, I haven't changed my mind about my marriage and the post I put up a while back. There are however extenuating circumstances that have made it necessary to continue sharing a house for now. Sometime later when it's not so fresh I will probably elaborate, but right now it just doesn't feel like the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily mantra has become, &lt;em&gt;"Patience is a virtue, and oh how virtuous I must be today!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will bore you no longer, have a great day and smile even when it's not funny, it just makes you feel better! (oh, and you look younger when your smiling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sidenote: I'm not Catholic and would not want to offend anyone that is. I am fascinated by the Catholic devotion to Saints and feel a strong pull to the belief that many of the Saints were truly that. And my reference to St. Jude is not meant in a derogatory way by any means. St. Jude is the saint of 'desperate situations' and well I just thought it fit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-116057778657225541?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/116057778657225541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=116057778657225541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116057778657225541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116057778657225541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/10/holy-toledo-batman.html' title='Holy Toledo Batman!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-116007281370897906</id><published>2006-10-05T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:26:53.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are so darn funny!</title><content type='html'>We're sitting in the living room the other night Kiersten and I in the recliner, she was reading to me and baby divinity before bed and I can't remember what topic we had gotten off to, but out of kiersten's mouth comes, "It's on, like Granny's UNDERWEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it very seriously, without even cracking a smile.  I was rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-116007281370897906?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/116007281370897906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=116007281370897906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116007281370897906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/116007281370897906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/10/kids-are-so-darn-funny.html' title='Kids are so darn funny!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115928827752437144</id><published>2006-09-26T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:31:17.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REDNECK DIVA WON AN OKIE BLOG AWARD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;If you want details you'll have to go &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  Congratulations Diva, see we keep telling you how funny you are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I want to go to the Okie Blog thing next year, it sounds so fun!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115928827752437144?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115928827752437144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115928827752437144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115928827752437144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115928827752437144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/09/redneck-diva-won-okie-blog-award.html' title='REDNECK DIVA WON AN OKIE BLOG AWARD!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115877546431263071</id><published>2006-09-20T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:04:24.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And yes there may be pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;That last post was well. . . . . . . let’s just leave it at that.  I will tell you the weekend got SO much better than that night/morning/day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my girlfriend, we’ve been friends since we were kids, she knows me inside out as I know her the same, that kind of friendship that you can go months without talking and get right back into whatever is going on with the other just as if you’ve talked daily.  So anyway, I called her up to see if she was working over the weekend and she wasn’t (yeah) so I said “Let’s go out?” she said “ok, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”  I replied, “Loads, I need to get drunk.”  She laughs and says, “I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night”.  Or at least that was the gist of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom and her fiancée came over to watch the hoodlums for me.  Katlynn said something like “bye mom, don’t you all be driving drunk!” which I found hysterical due to the fact that I never mentioned where we were going, why we were going out, anything about alcohol and the last time I drank anything was ages ago and it was like a single glass of wine!  Kids, what’re you to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were off.  We drove around for a little while dishing and trying to figure out where we should go.  Once we had sufficiently realized that it had been so long since we had been anywhere that we had no idea where to go we ended up at the Stables.  It wasn’t crowded, we found to stools in the corner and we ordered Tequila Sunrises, and oh how it went from there!  We ended up seeing friends we used to run with, oh so long ago! And we all went to Quapaw and once there it seemed there was a high school reunion or something.  I hadn’t seen that many people from those days in years!  It was so great.  We drank WAY TOO MANY of those Tequila Sunrises and something called a yeager bomb? (oh neither of us drove anywhere)  I’ll leave the bar part with, we were there when they clicked the lights on! Couldn’t even begin to tell you the last time I said that!  Then there was this cycle I slide on to the back of (yes I knew the driver, hadn’t seen him in years, but it was just like I’d seen him yesterday, -and get your mind out of the gutter, he’s always been a friend in fact back in the day he got me home safely and took care of me on more than one occasion!) and oh, I forgot how good it feels to be on the back of a bike like that! And for all you worriers out there, he hadn’t been drinking, he had been in the casino part and we happened to run into him when we were leaving, so I was safe.  Anyway, it was a great time, my girlfriend was probably having major flashbacks when she looked out the truck window and saw me getting on the back of that bike!! Lol Yeah, I didn’t used to be so innocent!!(quit. Laughing.)  It wasn’t the first time in our friendship that we were somewhere and I ended up on the back of bike waving!  Oops! Anyway the truck she was in was going to the same place the bike I was riding was going so it worked out, and she wasn’t even mad at me.  Although, by 4am her husband was ready to skin us both! Yeah, he had stayed home w/the kids.  Apparently, he’s a saint and didn’t actually have her things packed when she finally got home on Sunday! He did however, stipulate that if we are to go out together again, he is coming with us and being the driver so as to assure we don’t well, have a repeat!  Saint I tell ya!  Yeah, well by the time we got to my driveway it was about 4am, we sat in her truck talking about how she couldn’t drive home and I couldn’t drive her and her husband well, as you can imagine he wasn’t coming to get her! And we were listening to the radio and apparently fell asleep, oops! When the serious thunder started at DAYLIGHT! We woke up to find her battery was DEAD, due to the radio being left on! So we rolled out of the truck and I do mean rolled and stumbled to my back door.  As I walked into the dining room I come face to face with my 11 year old that is up looking out her window because of the thunder.  Yep, busted looking like I was just getting home at 6am, ummm yeah still drunk cuz all I could do with this realization was laugh.  My friend and I came to the conclusion that she was stuck so I laid down about the time baby divinity wanted a bottle (which I gave him) and then Katlynn took him in the living room w/my mom and I effectively passed out across my bed, fully dressed. I did however take my boots off first!  When I awoke later, I found my friend out cold on kiersty’s bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one tired girl come Sunday.  Luckily I apparently got drunk enough that I bypassed the whole headache/puke/crappy hangover! How I managed that I’ll never know because at 10:30 Sunday morning I was still quite tipsy and just for future reference a Mexican frozen dinner at this point rocked!! If that helps tell you what state I was in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I decided we’re too old for that kind of a night and should really rethink it if we ever decide to try that again!! I do, however, owe her because I so completely needed that night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I did nothing bad. Ok, except having way too many drinks! And on a final note, that I actually didn’t realize until the next day, I didn’t buy any of my drinks all night and yet I was never without a drink!! Aren’t those the best drinking nights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115877546431263071?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115877546431263071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115877546431263071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115877546431263071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115877546431263071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-yes-there-may-be-pictures.html' title='And yes there may be pictures.'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115834809948755100</id><published>2006-09-15T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:21:39.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is....</title><content type='html'>Life anyway you look at it. So many people try and make things into something they aren't. Most of the time I keep this way I see things to myself, well because it pretty much makes me sound like a real -itch(yeah it rhymes w/witch), but I've decided I'm 33 years old and if I sound like a -itch maybe I am and at this age I should just accept it and go on. Back to my point, because I'm fairly certain I have one. My point - it is what it is - life in general. Including work, relationships, raising kids, all of it. There are so many situations that people go into knowing what it is, but then get themselves all twisted sideways because instead just letting it be what it was they tried to turn it into something else. It is especially hard to deal with when you are willing to let something be what it is and not expecting anything other than that, yet someone else is convinced that you will try and turn it into something other than what it is and so they act weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know clear as mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would just like for more people to just let things be what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other topics. Like say the FLOOD that I had to clean up in my bathroom last night, oh I don't know around 1:30 AM! Kiersten had come in and crawled into bed with me and it woke me up. I got up and went in to get a drink and heard this strange noise coming from the bathroom, I step in there only to realize that my feet are in 2" of WATER! and that there is a spray equivalent to a GARDEN SPRINKLER shooting out of the pvc pipe that connects the water to our clawfoot bathtub. Let me remind you at this point, it is 1:30 AM and I'm still about 3/4 of the way asleep. I finally adjust my eyes and realize that no I'm awake and there really is a waterpark in my bathroom, and so I find the knobs to turn off the water flow to the tub and the sprinkler finally stops. I assess the mess only to realize that at some point one of my wonderfully helpful daughters had dumped out a very large laundry basket full of dirty clothes onto the floor in front of the washer and the youngest girl felt her comforter needed washed and put it in the floor in front of the washer so not only did I have water everywhere but I also had sopping wet laundry and comforter! Yeah, I'm sure you can insert the not so nice language that was spewing out of my mouth at this point. I did the only rationale thing that i could do at that time of the morning, I put all the wet clothes and comforter in the TUB (remember all water to tub was off) used the remaining clean (dry) towels, clean because the dirty ones were WET, to mop up the floor - oh and this took for flippin' ever and I'm sure there is standing water under the washer and dryer, but there was no way in haiti's that I was pulling them out to mop up the water right then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well as you can see my day started very early in a very sh--ty way and well once at work it just plummeted done the flippin' mountain at full speed! But I'll save you from the details and just say that I am a probation and parole officer so it's expected I will run into pain in the ass people, but my gosh by 9 am I was ready to knock the livin' crap out of someone, pain in the ass does not begin to describe these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I will stop typing so as not to have a come apart while thinking about it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping the weekend is a huge improvement over this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115834809948755100?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115834809948755100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115834809948755100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115834809948755100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115834809948755100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is....'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115798905588202977</id><published>2006-09-11T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:37:35.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot more than you probably wanted to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have a lot of personal stuff going on right now so if I don’t make sense or seem vague please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage has, after a long time of working on it and trying to figure it out, come to its last days. He hasn’t fully accepted it yet, but I’m done. There are numerous reasons, reasons that only my closest friends will know but I in no way have taken this lightly and have done everything possible to fix it if for no other reason than we have 3 kids. It has been over for a long time, however, accepting it cannot be fixed was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about how it will affect the kids, especially baby divinity since he’s so young and won’t know living w/both parents as a family. I can only do what I can do, I just hope it doesn’t permanently damage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just ready to move on with my life and I don’t want the kids thinking that the way our marriage has been is how marriage should be. I don’t want to go into detail, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough I’m fine. I’m ready for the whole thing to be done and for him to accept this is where I am at and he cannot change that. I don’t want to be mean, or fight, or any of the usual things that happen in this situation, I just want to put it behind us and figure out how to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, now that I’ve just put it all out there I had better get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115798905588202977?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115798905588202977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115798905588202977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115798905588202977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115798905588202977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/09/lot-more-than-you-probably-wanted-to.html' title='A lot more than you probably wanted to know.'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115695070727875799</id><published>2006-08-30T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:11:47.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little thing called love . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Most evenings my adorable little 8 month old follows a fairly structured routine and does wonderfully.  It starts around 7 when he is screeching for me to put him in his highchair because he knows its dinner time.  And let me tell you if I am 2 minutes past 7 that screeching can most likely be heard in Boston!  It’s not a cry, or a whine, it is more of a grip w/out words in a very loud tone.  &lt;em&gt;(He’s like that baby in the sharpie commercial that when she touches his feet to the ground he screeches and instantly stops when picked up – only sometimes)&lt;/em&gt;  So anyway, I put him in his chair and he proceeds to devour as much food as I will give him.  And during this eating frenzy he also has his sippy cup of juice.  When he’s done eating and wiped off, it’s off to the bathtub.  This is by far his favorite activity next to eating.  We play in the tub for a while, singing his favorite songs as he chases the duckies around the tub.  After the tub it is off the living room for the fight of powder, lotion and pajamas.  He thinks he should be allowed to roam the house naked (which he isn’t because he thinks it is particularly funny to pee everywhere!) so he isn’t very agreeable to this process.  By this time it is around 8:00, we play for a little while and then by 8:15 he wants a bottle.  By 8:40 it is time to lay him down in his bed.  He’ll usually roll over fuss (once in a while) and pass out until around 6:00 the next morning.  I can’t tell you how thankful I have been over the past few months that he is so easy and sleeps so well!&lt;br /&gt;Well on occasion he finds his routine lacking and refuses to go to sleep when put down for the night.  Last night for example, I had had a wretched headache for 2 complete days and so after the bottle he was laying next to me on the couch not wanting to close his eyes but unable to keep them open so I asked his big sister (who is constantly asking to put him to bed, and/or putting him to bed at odd times) to go and lay him down.  She gladly complied.  The other sister was in the shower off of our room and so between the two of them he did not lie down immediately but stood up and grouched at them.  Them rather than leaving the room, the one laid down on my bed to try and soothe him to sleep (I am opening laughing at this, because it was their father’s idea and I’ve told him ten billion times it doesn’t work) so she comes out of the bedroom and he’s still grouching.  A few minutes later the one in the shower (the younger one) comes walking out of my room dripping wet w/a towel on precariously holding her baby brother – who was GRINNING ear to ear.  He had been saved.  And. Was. Wide. Awake.  So finally I’m onto my point.  After a few minutes of squirreling around the shower girl had dressed and came in a sat in the recliner w/her baby brother sitting next to her.  He of course was being complacent because he knew I’d go put him back to bed.  It was the sweetest picture, the two of them sitting in that chair together, him so content and her so proud that she was ‘taking care’ of him.  But of course, my head was slamming way too bad to go find the camera and capture it! Damn it!!!!!  I went to lie down in bed and a little while later his dad came carrying him in, he was out cold, apparently he had sat there in the recliner with her until he fell asleep.  She was so proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115695070727875799?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115695070727875799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115695070727875799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115695070727875799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115695070727875799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-thing-called-love.html' title='A little thing called love . . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-115680161284496072</id><published>2006-08-28T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:46:53.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm home.......</title><content type='html'>Good morning strangers!  I guess I’m the stranger really.  My deepest apologies for being gone so long.    So much has been going on since I last posted I don’t know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll start with my new job.  I must say that I am about to begin my 3rd month and I really do love it.  There is entirely too much paperwork and loads of out of town training, but hey I get to carry a gun and I can arrest people!  I went up last week and was commissioned, I have my little Miranda warning card and everything.  Ok, quit laughing.  I do however, really like my job so far.  The people in my office are so terrific.  And so far everyone I’ve come into contact with in the DOC has been nice.  I’m scheduled for CLEET in January, not so much looking forward to that.  I’ll survive somehow, I’ve just really got to get my butt in shape.  And I need to get to the range, I’m ok on the target it’s the time that will get me.  Then after CLEET my out of town training should be done except for the yearly CLEET hours we are required to do, that consists of conference type things so it shouldn’t be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fairly uneventful summer.  With me starting a new job just as school ended there really wasn’t the option of going anywhere for a vacation.  We went to the lake, the pool, my sister’s and his brother’s and that’s about the extent of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are back in school.  One in middle school, one in 2nd grade and of course baby divinity that attends redneck diva’s school for babies.  Kid #2 tried public school, it didn’t so much work.  She was miserable.  I fell apart after dropping the oldest off at middle school. (that’s a story for another day)  But all in all it’s going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other items on the at home front are not fairing so well, but that’s all I’ll say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve missed being here, so I plan on staying updated now.  And I hope to update pics soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until another day……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-115680161284496072?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115680161284496072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=115680161284496072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115680161284496072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/115680161284496072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/08/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m home.......'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114910485003356061</id><published>2006-05-31T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:47:30.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Slacker Mom?</title><content type='html'>Your &lt;a href="http://www.chatterbean.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; results make you a Zen Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? Even when explosions are all around, you are able to take a deep cleansing breath and chant your mantra "this too shall pass." You are a calming influence on your kids in a hectic world. Take this &lt;a href="http://www.chatterbean.com/" target="_blank"&gt;free personality test&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.areyouaslackermom.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Clicking Here&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or going to &lt;a href="http://www.areyouaslackermom.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.areyouaslackermom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quiz I found at &lt;a href="http://www.themommyblog.net"&gt;The Mommy Blog&lt;/a&gt;.  So go ahead and try it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114910485003356061?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114910485003356061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114910485003356061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114910485003356061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114910485003356061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-slacker-mom.html' title='Are you a Slacker Mom?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114865819884908348</id><published>2006-05-26T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:43:18.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, what's a milestone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That was the question put to me by my youngest after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; looked at her eldest and to quelsh that child's look of disdain said "hey, it's a milestone!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the important part, THE milestone. Today for the first time my sweet little boy reached, yes purposefully reached for someone to take him!! And guess what? Give up? It. wasn't. me.&lt;br /&gt;And had it been anyone other than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; I probably would've cried.   It was so sweet.  I was dropping him off this morning and kind of held him up and she was talking to him, when he did the lunging thing, well I kinda pulled him back and she put out her hands and the little stink stuck out his arms at her and lunged.  Grinning that one toothed grin all the while!  We of course ahhhhed and ohhhhed really loudly and were all excited and her eldest and my youngest were like, "what?" they weren't so impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well that's my limited baby news for the day.  I'll hopefully get the time to get some new pics posted soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;####################&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114865819884908348?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114865819884908348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114865819884908348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114865819884908348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114865819884908348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/mom-whats-milestone.html' title='Mom, what&apos;s a milestone?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114850076746074021</id><published>2006-05-24T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:59:27.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' the happy dance!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll try to quit saying that, but come on!!!! I got the job!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bleepin' excited I can't stand it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to make this short, because I have a ginormous amount of work to finish up today!! So thank you for all the good wishes and prays!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114850076746074021?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114850076746074021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114850076746074021&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114850076746074021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114850076746074021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/doin-happy-dance.html' title='Doin&apos; the happy dance!!!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114841835293608669</id><published>2006-05-23T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:05:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is in MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!</title><content type='html'>Wahhhhhhh, she'll be 11 in less than two months and she acts like she's a teenager already!!! She graduated from her 5th grade class yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling like the bad mommy of the year, I had to be in Stillwater for a test for this new job yesterday and couldn't go to the graduation!! But, my dad, my aunt and her dad were there and apparently embarrassed her appropriately in my place! She said, "Mom, dad, aunt K and papa STOOD UP and hollered my name really loud and clapped when it was my turn to walk across and get my diploma!!" I was trying to stifle my laughter and asked, "so what'd you do?" She rolled her eyes at me and said, "I turned my head the other way and acted like I didn't know them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl! Don't embarrass me or I'll act like I don't know you!&lt;br /&gt;I must change subjects now because I'm getting a little misty eyed thinking about my baby!&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the oddest test yesterday. It's called an MMPI. Weird, 567 True/False questions that can only be described as weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I passed the crazy test!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to break down and get a computer for home. I hate this sporadic posting, I'm all the time on the weekends or in the evening thinking "OH, I need to post that!" and of course by the time I get to the office I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well more later. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114841835293608669?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114841835293608669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114841835293608669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114841835293608669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114841835293608669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-baby-is-in-middle-school.html' title='My baby is in MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114798390038636323</id><published>2006-05-18T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:25:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Wonder, I mean about everything. I mean I wholly believe in God, to me there is no doubt that God exists and is the creator so in that I am not talking about. I do however wonder about things like karma, destiny, predesigned futures. How what we do affects these things etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not getting deep or philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, wondering if I make certain choices and they are the wrong choices will it adversely affect my predetermined future? Or will it just make the road I take to this future different. And no I am not talking about the job thing, not at all. I am sooo taking that when offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if our futures are predetermined, but how we get there depends on the choices we make does this mean that if we make the right choices concerning our children they will have an easier time during their travel down the roads to their future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told, I know how I feel about these ponderings of mine. I am just curious as to how others feel about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114798390038636323?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114798390038636323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114798390038636323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114798390038636323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114798390038636323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114781651237633255</id><published>2006-05-16T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:55:12.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothin'</title><content type='html'>Ok, I wasn't going to do this cuz I didn't want to be premature . . . . but since you've tagged me a tease and well I just simply can't keep it quiet I'll spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big news is that I have a tenative offer on the job that I got my degree (bachelor of science/criminal justice administration) for!!!  If I pass the background check, drug test and physical I have the job!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to express just how excited and thankful I am.  The money is wayyyyyy better than I am making now, full benefits, gov't holidays, vacation, sick days etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for the drug test and physical tomorrow and they started the background check last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will scream it loudly on here as soon as I know for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I have to cut this short so that I can get out of here.  Hopefully Thursday I will have more time to post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114781651237633255?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114781651237633255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114781651237633255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114781651237633255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114781651237633255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-goes-nothin.html' title='Here goes nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114746971001185545</id><published>2006-05-12T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:35:10.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the first night of the &lt;strike&gt;nightmare&lt;/strike&gt; recital. Kiersten loves the dress up and put makeup on excitement of the night, me not so much. We have to be there an hour early and the girls are like 33 to a room and you have to figure in around 20 mothers in that same room (insert whimper here). Oh, and the good part is it last almost 3 hours!!! Yeah, like that's necessary!! And then we have to turn around and do it again on Sunday! Oh great joy and christmas cookies. The costume company flubded up and shorted us three tutus and of course one of them was kierstens. So the teacher was going to sew them - soooo glad I'm not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I am going to my niece's (she's not really but she calls me aunt) recital. She dance's with the other studio. I have to sit through the entire thing on that one. She is in toe shoes this year so I'm very excited to see her. I'm terrible though I haven't gotten her anything yet! yikes, better do that in the a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after the recital me, my dad, nanny, aunt, kids and husband are supposed to go eat dinner. Other than that I'm assuming that like every year there will be no pomp or circumstance surrounding Mother's Day for me. Last year he didn't even take them to get me a card. *reminder: get on that bit--box later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to close up the office so have a good weekend - HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all you mothers out there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****I have some big news, but am afraid I'll jinx it so I'm going to wait til next week to spill it here***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114746971001185545?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114746971001185545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114746971001185545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114746971001185545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114746971001185545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114729829390247349</id><published>2006-05-10T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:58:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contents of my purse</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I said my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached in it yesterday and was digging around for lip gloss, when I felt a wadded up napkin.  I'm thinking "gross, one of the kids blew their nose and stuck it in my purse."  &lt;em&gt;**they put everything in my purse, I am forever telling them it is not a trash can or their personal carrier!**&lt;/em&gt;  So I go to pull it out of my purse and it's heavy, like something is wadded up in it.  Before I even laid eyes on it I was worried, I look down into my purse as I am lifting said napkin and realize it has a HANDLE.  Yes.  a. handle.  The freakin' napkin is wrapped around a SPOON.  And apparently whatever was on the spoon was sticky cuz' that napkin ain't comin' loose without some serious soaking!  So all in all I guess I am grateful whichever one it was had the sense to cover the sticky spoon before inserting it into my purse!  I asked kierst this morning if she put a spoon in my purse and she said no, but then really looked deep in thought like she was really trying to remember if she did.  And I remember one of them eating a bowl of ice cream on the way to school the other morning (shut up.) but I can't remember which one it was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more on this purse thing, so hopefully I'll remember it tomorrow because I have to go for now I just realized it's time to leave!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114729829390247349?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114729829390247349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114729829390247349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114729829390247349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114729829390247349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/contents-of-my-purse.html' title='Contents of my purse'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114720314287189447</id><published>2006-05-09T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:33:22.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh thank you for the memories. . . . .</title><content type='html'>Baby divinity woke up between 3:30 and 4:00 am this morning, not for a bottle, but for a belly ache. The poor little thing was miserable and he wanted everyone within a 5 mile radius to join him in his misery! He has never (ok, I know that he is only 4 1/2 months old so never really isn't very long -) cried and carried on for as long as he did this morning. I tried everything, even giving him to his dad in hopes that I could go back to sleep and dad could figure out the problem and help him. Yeah, didn't really work. Quit. Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;So after trying everything (I won't go into the lovely details), and dad going outside to smoke cause his nerves were wearing thin, he finally calmed - the baby, not the dad. Anyway my point to this is that I was then trying frantically to get ready for work because even though I had been up since 4am I had been dealing w/baby and was getting around late so Katlynn was ready and playing w/him and decided he needed a diaper. She asked could she change it even though she knew it wasn't just pee, of course I said yes only something funny could come of it. So a couple of seconds into the great diaper change (with kiersten in the sidelines watching with anticipation) I hear, "ewwww, ewwww, oh man, MOM, MOM, MOOOOOOOM." I came out of the bathroom laughing to see her with one hand holding his feet in the air above his diaper and the other hand holding her nose. Kael of course was laying there with a HUGE toothless grin looking from her to me. I said, "What's wrong?" She's like, "Mom you have to take him it's too gross. Can't you SMELL it? I thought I could do it, I just didn't realize it was that bad." So through my laughter I take his feet and watch her flee, wondering how long I have before he decides the open air means it's time to pee freely. I was cleaning him up and removed the diaper to find she had put a wipe under his diaper and a diaper right next to it, when I asked about the wipe she said it was there so he wouldn't get anything on the blanket. Always thinking ahead, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you will not find this nearly as funny as I did, but the whole point of this is for posterity right? and so, with this post I am hoping to show kael when he gets older that his big sister loved him so much she was (almost) willing to change his dirty diapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114720314287189447?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114720314287189447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114720314287189447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114720314287189447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114720314287189447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-thank-you-for-memories.html' title='Oh thank you for the memories. . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114712524490225561</id><published>2006-05-08T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:54:05.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody better build a boat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ummm, yeah. It has rained so freakin' much it is straight up ridiculous! I know, we were having a drought and needed some rain to get rid of the burn ban, but. come. on. And in my defense (those of you who are shrieking that I'm nuts) I'm not just a sun seeker that hates the rain, mr. divinity does concrete [yeah, you probably don't really want me going there - ] and as you can probably guess one cannot pour concrete in the rain. Ok, well you can but only if it's a light rain and then it's a real painintheass! So there is good rain i.e., rain to keep the crops alive, rain to keep the burn bans away, and there is bad rain i.e., the days and days of storm (oh hush.) after storm after storm that turns into how many weeks of rain on more days than not. And just so we are clear, I DO know the solution involves him and a different profession. I. Do. Know. This. However, apparently nobody has convinced him of that yet. So all I can do is &lt;strike&gt;bitchabouttherainnotstopping&lt;/strike&gt; hope the rain concludes for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On a more pleasant note, my babies are doing well. Ok, so only Kael is the only baby, but well you know. Katlynn is graduating from 5th grade and moving up to the middle school. And I must say, I am not ready for this. I do not think that 6th graders should be at the middle school. I have flashes of that movie Mean Girls and I get riled up just thinking about any of those mean girls doing/saying anything mean to my sweet girl! And Kierst is going into 2nd grade, which wouldn't be a big tado except she will be transferring from her private school [that I love, and am very torn about her leaving] to public school. Her best girl friend and her sister, and two cousins are all transferring to public next fall and her mom and I want to transfer them at the same time to the same school to hopefully make their transition smoother. Kael has figured out that if he continues to turn over he is quite mobile. So now I lay him in the living room floor on his blanket and he rolls across the room until he comes to either a wall or furniture and can't go any further. And when he is not rolling around he is on his stomach pulls his legs up under his tummy and lunges forward, it's very funny to see, but I am not ready for him to be so mobile!!! Saturday he was doing that and rolled into the leg of his swing so hard that he had a nice strawberry on his forehead for two days! He's a mess, when you're holding him in a sitting position on your lap he'll lean up and steady himself with his elbow to where he is basically sitting up on his own power! Reminder, he is only 4 months and 10 days old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well I have rattled off and on this afternoon and it is now time to go home, so until we meet again! [I know corny as corny can get!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114712524490225561?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114712524490225561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114712524490225561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114712524490225561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114712524490225561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/somebody-better-build-boat.html' title='Somebody better build a boat!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114686542160541687</id><published>2006-05-05T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:44:39.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin'</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's pretty much all I've got today.  A raging headache, a rearload of work and well it's Friday and I'm going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114686542160541687?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114686542160541687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114686542160541687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114686542160541687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114686542160541687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothin.html' title='Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114677596008010255</id><published>2006-05-04T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:52:40.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an Attentive Director . . .</title><content type='html'>So there.  What'doya think of that? Of course you must realize that I don't really know any better than you what that is really supposed to mean.  I've been reading blogs off and on today and came across this &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/tests.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.hill-liles.com/thriftymom.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ThriftyMom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and took the test.  These are the results &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=vhTgTfMwEPlxfdW-PN-ADCCD-7bec"&gt;My Personal Dna Report&lt;/a&gt; it says I am, as I mentioned above, an Attentive Director.  The things that come to mind with that as the descriptor are numerous and not completely nice and since at this point it is describing ME I think I'll let it go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114677596008010255?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114677596008010255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114677596008010255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114677596008010255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114677596008010255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-attentive-director.html' title='I am an Attentive Director . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114660290465901670</id><published>2006-05-02T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:48:24.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias already, and she's only 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My feet are freezing. So what, you say. Well I've decided that since all I seem to be able to think about, continuously this morning, is the fact that no matter what I do the toe half of my feet are like ice you all should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot this and for whatever inane reason I had a flash today and it was back. Friday evening when I went to pick up baby divinity I realized that both of my girls were at gs and wouldn't be with me until almost time for the party and yet I was picking up the baby before doing my errands, decorating the hotel, unloading the van, etc. So I &lt;strike&gt;begged&lt;/strike&gt;asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; if I could take her oldest daughter with me to help with baby divinity since she was bringing her others in for the swimming later. Luckily she took pity on me and asked oldest girl (who promptly said YES! -she knew swimming was involved!) So we take off for town and do the errands and get to the hotel. After unloading everything we began to decorate the suite with balloons and such. While blowing up the balloons miniature diva was having issues tying the balloons. I showed her a couple of times and then she just handed it to me. As I stuck it in my mouth to blow it up further before tying it, I hear "ewwwwwwww!" I look up to see miniature diva looking at me with an adult sized look of disgust. As I continue to tie the balloon I ask what was "ewwwwww" and she has a look of regret and doesn't speak, so I prompt her with, "are you ewwing because I blew that up after you had your mouth on it?" She sheepishly said "yeah, uhh germs." As I'm trying not to laugh too hard, I reply, "honey, I have three kids that balloon is probably one of the cleaner things I put in my mouth." She just shook her head and moved on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated topic, I am still trying to figure out that show/hide extended entry thing. I found a couple, but they don't work properly and I can't seem to figure out what I'm doing wrong. I think I'll go find a html for Dummies book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114660290465901670?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114660290465901670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114660290465901670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114660290465901670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114660290465901670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/05/phobias-already-and-shes-only-9.html' title='Phobias already, and she&apos;s only 9'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114624237074529825</id><published>2006-04-28T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:43:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me screwed~</title><content type='html'>And not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya hate it when you have an accident {and by accident I mean my &lt;strike&gt;painintheass&lt;/strike&gt; darling husband wrote checks on my account and THEN told me and later gave me the money - and of course I had already written checks so all hell broke loose in my checking account *insert cuss words here*} in your check book and you get a lot of wonderful fees ($25 bucks a pop) because the nice bank lady (totally sincere) paid them for you rather than cause you more grief by sending them back. Well apparently my limit is $500 on that and then they send them back. Yeah, found that out the hard way. Well as of today his crap has managed to cost us, oh I don't know, $375.00 in fees and that doesn't include the fees that will come from the 3 checks that were sent back to the places who will then add their fees on there too! &lt;strike&gt;SHIT&lt;/strike&gt;! oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this post on Friday and didn't get to finish it so I'll just move on from here. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had fixed that nightmare I call my checkbook and yet when I got online this morning to check the bank I found something else had flippin' bounced! jeez will it never end? I may have to physically harm him yet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough whining about the money woes.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had kierstie's bday party friday night. Are you ready for this, 27 kids attended, that doesn't include ANY adults or her brother. Can you imagine if I had invited her entire class as is the requirement if you send invitations to the school. It actually went smashingly well considering. We had her blow out candles and open gifts in the suite (that's what the hotel called it, I don't think it was truly big enough to be called a suite but it worked) and with all the &lt;strike&gt;hoodlums&lt;/strike&gt; angels in that tight of a space bedlam could have easily set in.   She received loads of nice gifts and money.  Only 9 (including her) stayed the night, and of course me and baby divinity.  They surprised me when the majority of them were asleep before 1am.  They of course had to swim again in the a.m. crazy kids, that water was freezing!&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was pretty slow.  This was on purpose of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be so great and completely helpful and within 48 hours turn around and be a complete jackass?  And yes, this is rhetorical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write my story for &lt;a href="http://bornfool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bornfool&lt;/a&gt;'s contest, it's due Wednesday the 3rd and of course I have been a procrastinator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like more rain is heading in. Oh. great. fun. and. joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114624237074529825?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114624237074529825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114624237074529825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114624237074529825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114624237074529825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/color-me-screwed.html' title='Color me screwed~'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114617136366584300</id><published>2006-04-27T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:56:03.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should see my word cloud!</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's all mine. I love it! I went &lt;a href="http://www.snapshirts.com/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and did the custom shirt from my blog, it's so cute. The place is &lt;a href="http://www.snapshirts.com/index.php"&gt;Snapshirts&lt;/a&gt; and it's addictive! When I first read about it at &lt;a href="http://www.themommyblog.com/index.php/P0/"&gt;The Mommy Blog&lt;/a&gt; and she equated it with &lt;a href="http://www.planetmomtshirts.com/"&gt;planetmomtshirts.com&lt;/a&gt; I had to go look. So of course after playing for a while I ordered one. And do to neglecting to put a specific word on the one I bought I must go back soon and order another one! I wanted to wait until I got it and decided whether or not I liked it as much as I thought I would before touting it here (not that the 3 of you who read this are going to rush over and buy one, but hey, who knows).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114617136366584300?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114617136366584300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114617136366584300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114617136366584300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114617136366584300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-should-see-my-word-cloud.html' title='You should see my word cloud!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114608777067012645</id><published>2006-04-26T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:42:50.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to type, so little time. . . .</title><content type='html'>I just realized I haven't posted anything since Friday. I tried yesterday and Monday, but just couldn't find the time. My boss had to have surgery on his eye Friday and so it's been all me this week. You'd think that'd give a person time to play, but alas it has only made me busier. This is because a) he calls three bagillion times a day to see what is going on b) he isn't here so I get caught up in working on things that I don't have time for when he's here and c) it's simply tax time and so my work life becomes as appealing as the fiery pits of hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an up note I had an interview the other day and hopefully this won't jinx anything, but it went superbly! So of course today my friend calls to tell me that the P&amp;amp;P job I've been seeking for ages is finally hiring and notices will most likely go out within a week or two. I just hope I actually get one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several stories saved in my head that I want to put here, but I really have to finish up one or two things before I head for home and I need to leave here in 15 minutes so I'm going to put them on paper before the drift off to noman's land, never to be found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this and thought it fit me SO perfectly. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily prayer: Please God, put your arms around my shoulders and your hand over my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114608777067012645?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114608777067012645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114608777067012645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114608777067012645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114608777067012645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-much-to-type-so-little-time.html' title='So much to type, so little time. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114564946257252121</id><published>2006-04-21T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:57:42.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that SMELL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;I probably should not repeat this, well, because it really lends to my 'blonde walking' title. No offense intended to any blondes reading this. I am the epitome of most blonde jokes. And yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt; you already know what's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday the kids and I get in the van and I'm like, "Did one of you leave something in here over night that is smelling?" Replies of NO came quickly. I did a quick check under the seats and saw nothing. (I had vacuumed &amp;amp; cleaned it out on Saturday so I could actually see under the seats-amazing I know) So on with our lives we went. As the week progressed the van kept getting stinkier (I mean something died in here stinky) We looked and looked and I had finally decided something nasty must've been spilled on the carpet and the heat was making it linger. Yesterday morning I opened up my door and thought I am going to vomit if I don't get this smell out of here. I had thought that maybe something had been in the stroller (I keep it in the back all the time) when it got put away and that's what was smelling. So I at 7:30am when getting ready to leave for work I open up the back of the van. To the right of the stroller and kind of tucked under it where you couldn't really see it, was an odd looking walmart sack tied at the top so I grab it and proceed to try and untie it as I do this I see something had leaked out of the bag and in mid untie I hear my dad's voice from Sunday evening saying "I'm sending one of the turkey's from my freezer that I killed with you to put in the deep freeze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You guessed it. There was a wild turkey dethawing in the back of my van and basically cooking in the 90 degree weather. When I told Diva this story I laughed so hard I cried. cried. And I thought she was going to wet herself she was laughing so hard at me. And Mr. Diva was looking at me stunned trying not to bust from laughter and disgust I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that the smell will ever come out of the van. I scrubbed and scrubbed the carpet and stuff back there and saturated it with febreze and plan to do it again with a carpet cleaner, but I must say there is nothing like a dead, smelly turkey to make two women laugh hysterically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiersten was with me when I discovered the thing and of course it just so happened her dad picked her up yesterday and I guess she didn't even get fully in the truck before she ratted me out! So when I am telling this story to E yesterday while I am cleaning out the back of the van he is laughing at me because I am again laughing and says through his laughter, "honey, you have the sickest sense of humor I've ever seen." Apparently, this is a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114564946257252121?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114564946257252121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114564946257252121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114564946257252121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114564946257252121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that SMELL?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114563483110348717</id><published>2006-04-21T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:59:47.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>Thirteen things I want to do or places I want to go . . . . . (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;a href="http://www.usvi.net/usvi/stt.html"&gt;St. Thomas Virgin Islands&lt;/a&gt; to spend a couple of weeks just lounging around.....wouldn't it be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Snow Skiing &lt;a href="http://beavercreek.snow.com/info/summer/rst.hist.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; of course I've never actually been on snow skis, but I so want to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;a href="http://http://www.alaska.com/plan/visitors_guide/"&gt;Alaska&lt;/a&gt; either by way of cruise ship or I'd really like to fly there rent a car and and spend a couple of weeks just checking it out. My dad went hunting there a couple of years ago, they were flown in and dropped off for two weeks. He loved it. I don't actually want to hunt to I can do without being dropped off in the middle of the woods. He brought home an amazing bear hide. But again, no desire to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;a href="http://http://www.ci.buffalo.ny.us/document_3.html"&gt;Buffalo, New York &lt;/a&gt;- odd I know. But I went to high school &lt;a href="http://www.serve.com/aofbflo/archhist.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and my best girlfriend from school still lives there and my step brother and I'd really like to visit. I haven't seen her in, oh I don't know, 11 or 12 years. We do keep in touch, it just hasn't worked out to where we could visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Ireland - I can not even fathom actually getting to go to such an amazing place. However, the idea of being on a plane (not crazy about flying) or ship (on the water that long might make me need major xanax) makes me think I'll never actually go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;a href="http://4adventure.com/seaworld/tx/default.aspx"&gt;Sea World, San Antonio &lt;/a&gt;- I haven't been since I was a kid. I really want to take my kids there this summer. They have added a water park and amusement park rides since I was there. Ok, let's not go into how that reference's my age!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Shopping at the &lt;a href="http://www.mallofamerica.com/"&gt;Mall of America &lt;/a&gt;- and yeah, unlimited fund would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.brickyard400.com/"&gt;Brickyard 400 &lt;/a&gt;with pit passes of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) See the &lt;a href="http://www.tour-eiffel.fr/teiffel/uk/"&gt;Eiffel Tower &lt;/a&gt;and travel around Europe - of course if you read #5 . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Go &lt;a href="http://www.jubileefishing.com/"&gt;deep sea fishing&lt;/a&gt;! I know the whole water thing, but hey I'd still like to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Go antiquing all around &lt;a href="http://www.visitnewengland.com/"&gt;New England&lt;/a&gt;, again the unlimited funds would be nice for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) &lt;a href="http://my.execpc.com/~dschaaf/pearl2.html"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) The remembrance site of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen"&gt;See other Thursday Thirteens here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114563483110348717?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114563483110348717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114563483110348717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114563483110348717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114563483110348717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114554616584409062</id><published>2006-04-20T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:45:15.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so confused.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so more pissed off than confused. At my six week checkup after having Kael I asked the Dr. why my bellybutton looked so abnormal and was told, "oh, that's an umbilical hernia". Ok. Well we discussed the need for a hysterectomy and was told that the hernia would just be operated on at the same time as the H and that we would decide exactly when to do it at my yearly appt. in June. Then I was told that if there were any changes in the hernia to call and set an appointment to have it looked at. Ok. Well there has been a change, granted not a big change but a change all the same. So this morning I call to make the appointment (hating it because I don't have insurance right now and of course I'm broke - whaaaa) so she asks me why I want to come in and I explain the Dr. told me to if there were changes. She asks about insurance and since I have no insurance she says "we can only see soonercare patients who are pregnant." I told her I didn't have soonercare, I'd have to pay for it. She then says I'll have to go to my primary care physician and be referred to see the Dr., but he wouldn't take care of an umbilical hernia anyway. So I told her that he was the one that had diagnosed it, told me to come in if there were any changes and if he wasn't going to take care of it why did he tell me to come in in June at my yearly and he would operate then. ~you'll love this~ Her next sentence is, "well, we can't take soonercare for a yearly either." {me biting tongue trying not to yell at her} As calmly as I could said, "I understand that, I DO NOT have soonercare I would be paying for it". She actually says, "Oh well, don't get upset, I'm just trying to make sure you realize and don't have a big bill your not expecting." Jeez lady. Ok, so I ask what I'm supposed to do since the dr. told me to come back to HIM for these procedures, she says "well, you can get a referral and then at your appointment in June he can look at the hernia and tell you who to see."&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;Getting no where quick with her, I then ask, "What will it cost to come in now and see him so that he can look at the changes and see if something needs to be done now?" her reply, "Well I can't really tell you that because it depends on how long the dr. is with you, probably around $80, but I can't really say because the Dr. will tell us how much to charge."&lt;br /&gt;So I mistakenly think I'm getting somewhere and am going to get an appointment when she says the bit I put in above about seeing him in June and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have to go to a primary care physician (pay the $60 or $70 office fee) have him tell me I have an umbilical hernia (big shocker there), give me a referral to someone pay them an office fee, then schedule a procedure for the hernia and also get a referral to the dr., who has already diagnosed it, for a yearly visit and pay them an office fee. And maybe at some point during the next freaking millennium I'll get this stupid thing repaired and a hysterectomy! But not before I pay a gagillion Dr.'s their first visit appointment fee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's the deal with her being so rude to me because she thought I had soonercare. What if I did? I work. I pay plenty of taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was my dr. for my entire pregnancy, the bladder problems I had, etc. and I do not owe the office any money at all, so it's not like she had reason to think I wouldn't pay my bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well I am now rambling and just plain --tching and I have given you way more information than I'm sure you wanted to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114554616584409062?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114554616584409062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114554616584409062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114554616584409062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114554616584409062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-confused.html' title='I&apos;m so confused.'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114547639378780854</id><published>2006-04-19T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:54:33.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls cause "the talk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I was sitting in the middle of the living room floor playing with Kael and watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewb.warnerbros.com/web/show.jsp?id=GG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Kiersten was on the couch to my left. In this episode Lane (who has a very strict mother) is getting married and right before the ceremony Lane's mother pulls her aside and sits her down telling her there is something very important she must tell her. She infoms Lane that there is something very horrible that will be expected of her and it would start with the kiss at the ceremony..... and if she was lucky she would only have to do it that one time. Well the scene was extremely funny. However the crying til tears came from laughter came from Kierst. In the seconds during the end of this scene and after this conversation was had: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; {serious expression with finger pointing at me} &lt;em&gt;Mom, when I go to get married you had better not try and tell me that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; {trying to contain my laughter} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, yeah we&lt;br /&gt;will have "THE TALK".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; {smiling a little now} &lt;em&gt;Nope. NO WAY.&lt;?em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You are not having "THE TALK".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; {openly laughing} &lt;em&gt;We are SO having "THE TALK" and I may even tell you way before you get married!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; {look of shock}&lt;em&gt;Oh no, no talk, not early, and definetely not before I get married!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still don't know for sure if she had any real idea what Lane's mother was actually talking about, but the conversation was soooo funny. And no, I didn't volunteer anything else. She's 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114547639378780854?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114547639378780854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114547639378780854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114547639378780854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114547639378780854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/gilmore-girls-cause-talk.html' title='Gilmore Girls cause &quot;the talk&quot;'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114539069637218888</id><published>2006-04-18T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:04:56.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have three children. Katlynn. Kiersten. Kael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is not a revelation to anyone that has read this before. I only mention it because they have each, at different times during this past week, brought me such amazement, hope, admiration, and so many more adjectives. Katlynn and Kiersten are intelligent, beautiful girls that are growing into considerate and caring individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Katlynn would(will) hate reading this, but I have discovered, through much self examination, and I believe that the reason we tend to conflict on things is that she is so much like me. I tend to overreact to her minute flaws because I subconsciously(or consciously) see them magnified into the things I did wrong or could've done better at her age. Now she is much more out spoken than I was at her age with my parents. You didn't act mad or show your irritation with them. You. just. did. not. So I try very hard to curb my tongue and reaction and let her get it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I probably shouldn't put this here because she would be angry with me now, but maybe since she most likely won't read this until she's much older she won't hold it against me. Several days ago out of the blue she started this conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Mom, do you think I'm paranoid?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;seeing that she was completely serious I weighed my&lt;br /&gt;answer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"What makes you ask something like that? Did someone&lt;br /&gt;tell you that you are paranoid?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Of course, this didn't fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"No, I just want to know if you think I&lt;br /&gt;am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"I don't think your paranoid, hon, it's more that you&lt;br /&gt;worry about minor things to much. Do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;paranoid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Well, yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and the conversation went on from there. It killed me to hear my sweet baby describe the reasons why she considers herself paranoid. What really killed was that she was describing traits that she most likely inherited from ME. I hate that she is only 10 and already hitting the age where you examine everything about yourself because of the mean things others say. Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I digress. I was talking about things they've done to amaze me with their considerate nature. She was worried about not having gotten me something for Easter. And there are many other examples that are better, I just remembered that one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This morning I was on my way to meet my husband get some money and he had mentioned that he could take her the rest of the way to school if I wanted. Well Kierst says "Mom are you taking me to school." and I said I could if she wanted me to or she could get in with dad and he'd take her. She didn't skip a beat and said, "Dad can take me, that way you can head on to work, I don't want to make you any later than you have to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114539069637218888?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114539069637218888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114539069637218888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114539069637218888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114539069637218888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-three-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114530043076714563</id><published>2006-04-17T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:00:30.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's too much information for you . . .</title><content type='html'>This is a tag from the &lt;a href="http://thedarlingduchess.blogspot.com//"&gt;Duchess&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons?: donate them to girl scouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?: Madonna, at least in 6th grade, can’t remember any further back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of music do you listen to now?: mainly country, but I love other stuff too, like Nickelback, Bob Seger, Van Morrison, AC/DC etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the best thing about your current job?: not a good question right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you against same sex marriage?: ummmm, no.  It’s not up to me to judge people, it’s between them and God.  And if the laws dictate they cannont have same sex marriages they need to call it something else and give those that chose that lifestyle rights concerning their partner.  (a soapbox I could easily crawl up on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you been on a date in the past week?: yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where are you going on your next vacation?: no vacation plans anytime soon – I would like to take the kids to SeaWorld in San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Quote a song lyric: “Life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.”  Gary Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are most of the friends in your life new or old?: what do you consider new/old?  I have friends that I haven’t known long, but feel as though we’ve been friends for ages and vice versa.  So I guess the easy answer would be both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like your parents?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you live with them?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where are you from?: Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell us about the last conversation you had?: talked to Diva about baby divinity puking on her and not sleeping, oh great fun and joy for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where do you see yourself in one month: On a sandy white beach, listening to the wave. . kidding, kidding (ok maybe wishing) – in a month I’ll be doing the same thing as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite smell?: clean baby, cigars, cookies baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you consider yourself bi-polar?: no, but my husband might disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the time and the outside temperature right now?: 1:39pm - 84◦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever done anything vindictive to your coworker: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever gone to therapy?: Nope, not to say I don’t need it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever Played Spin the Bottle?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever Toilet Papered someone's house?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever had a crush on your brother or sister's friend?: Nope to big of an age difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been to a nude beach?: Nope and I have no desire to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever drank Jack Daniels?: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever had sex on the beach?: Yes and the drink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever had a stalker?: unfortunately yes.  Scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever been in love?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?: yes – jeez, this is personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober one? Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever been cheated on?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had sex with one of your MySpace friends?: Um, NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever felt like you were just completely rhino raped?: Really don’t know what that is so I’ll go with NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever lied to your parents?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been out of the country?: Canada and Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever thrown up from working out?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat for a month?: nope, but pretty close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever eaten three meals from three different fast food places in one day?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever gotten so wasted you didn’t know what was going on? Yep, I was a little bit wild when I was younger.  And once I got slipped a rohyponl and you are wasted and you have no control over what is going on, and for the most part you don’t know (or at least remember) what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever spied on someone you had a crush on?: like in a stalker way? Um no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever seen your best friend naked?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever fell in love with someone elses partner?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever had your heartbroken by someone you love?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If you could change anything that has happened in the last six months would you?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Favorite time of day: evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite thing to do: spend time w/family&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite food: italian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114530043076714563?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114530043076714563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114530043076714563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114530043076714563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114530043076714563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-too-much-information-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s too much information for you . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114496001822303795</id><published>2006-04-13T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:26:58.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert cuss words here!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just lost a fairly lengthy post, had been typing off and on this afternoon, added links, added a pic and KABOOM! The blog monster ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm toooooooo irritated right now to try and remember what I had added.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114496001822303795?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114496001822303795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114496001822303795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114496001822303795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114496001822303795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/insert-cuss-words-here.html' title='Insert cuss words here!!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114486718871745213</id><published>2006-04-12T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:39:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No news. . . .</title><content type='html'>is well, no news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the Audiologist yesterday and she did one scan and it wouldn't read (or wouldn't read right, I'm not sure) and then she did a different scan and it read flatline (which apparently indicates fluid in the ear). She told me to make an appointment with his Dr. and determine whether or not there is fluid present. Once that is determined and taken care of, if that's the case, I have to make an appointment with her again for the screening and they will determine his hearing in his left ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the only thing that I know today that I didn't know yesterday is that he has to see his doctor. Nice. I. Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache. . . . . . . . I would like to take a nap. . . . . . . I could use a &lt;strike&gt;valium&lt;/strike&gt; advil. . . . . . . . . Stress is such a &lt;strike&gt;shitty&lt;/strike&gt; crappy thing. . . . . I &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need some new tops. . . . . I want some new spring attire . . . . . . I need to get my kids' Easter stuff. . . . . . . I need to buy birthday party stuff before next week. . . . . . .I need to buy presents before next week. . . . . . . . I need to reserve the meeting room and pool for next week. . . . . . oh, @#$%^, I haven't done invitations yet. . . . . . . .I should quite this list before I &lt;strike&gt;cry&lt;/strike&gt; scream . . . . . . and on, and on, it goes where it stops nobody knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yeah, starting to sound a little certafiable so maybe I'll go for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114486718871745213?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114486718871745213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114486718871745213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114486718871745213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114486718871745213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-news.html' title='No news. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114477064103458676</id><published>2006-04-11T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:50:41.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little nervous here. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had to take Kael last week for a hearing screening.  They didn't do it in the hospital because their machine was broke.  Well we were there for around 45 minutes because the baby has to be very {I'm talkin' almost no movement!} very still.  And if you've been around my son that just isn't something he does, he is the wigglingest thing I've ever seen.  But he was an angel the entire time we were there.  He talked and laughed {which wasn't conducive to what we were trying to acheive~silence} but was quiet enough and still enough to get it done.  Well his right ear was fine, but his left ear kept showing 'referral'.  So I have to take him this afternoon to see the audiologist for more testes.  The lady from last week said that it could be nothing, but her machine doesn't tell anything other than referral so we just had to wait and see.  So I have to admit I am a little nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was going to say wish us luck, but I've been re-reading the left behind series and something in it stuck with me.  One of the lines in the book is when one of the main characters says "wish me luck" and a fellow believer replies, "we don't do luck." implying luck doesn't factor in when you have prayer.  At least that's how I took it.  So I guess I'm telling you 'I don't do luck', but I would definetly appreciate your prayers for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful day and enjoys this amazing weather (ok, so the wind is a bit much).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114477064103458676?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114477064103458676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114477064103458676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114477064103458676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114477064103458676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-nervous-here.html' title='A little nervous here. . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114469747364467448</id><published>2006-04-10T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:03:15.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday always comes so quickly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As I may've told you before my computer at home died and so until we get things straightened out and I can purchase a new one, I can only post during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am soooo loving the time change, longer days and all. Friday we didn't do much. The kids and I went and rented movies and the girls each had a friend sleepover. We got up early Saturday and went to his dad's so he could help him take a trailer of stuff to the dump and E, me and the kids went to Seneca. Once we were home I pretty much did as little as possible. Cleaned some, made cupcakes (not the best diet food, but heh). I put butterscotch chips in my german chocolate cupcakes and it tasted really good. ~oops~ got a little sidetracked! Took Kael on a walk, he loves his stroller.  I rented Derailed, I was kind of leary of it because I had heard several people that crabbed about it, since it had Jenifer Anniston in it.  It was award winning, but it was good.  It wasn't what I expected ~really threw my hubby for a loop, he thought it had a lot of skin from the narrative on the back~ it was so hard not to laugh at his disappointment.  Ok, so I laughed openly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On to Sunday, the kids and I went to church. I'm finally trying to get back into the routine of sunday school. I teach preschool and Kindergarten Sunday school, but due to the baby and such my friend T took pity on me and has been teaching it for me. After church we went and ate Chinese food with friends and then home to change and back to church by two for a meeting. My kids' godmother teaches this class to middle school students called W.I.S.E. U.P. it's about abstinence and everything like that and she does an adult form of it for parents and she was having it at our church so it worked out nicely. It was a good class. Loads of stuff I've missed when my oldest and I have talked, so much to do on that front. I absolutely hate that I have to burden her at 10 years old with the stuff that they shouldn't have to deal with until much later. But I would rather she heard it from me and knows she can come to me with any questions. Still sucks though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So while fixing dinner and doing the regular ~&lt;strike&gt;avoiding getting ready for Monday~&lt;/strike&gt;getting ready for the start of the week stuff. I put in &lt;a href="http://www.prideandprejudicemovie.net/splash.html"&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/a&gt;with Kiera Knightley. It was long, but I absolutely loved it.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414387/"&gt;Matthew Macfadyen&lt;/a&gt;'s portrayal of Mr. Darcy was magnanimous.  I've since looked him up and he is fairly unknown, hopefully his role in this movie will put him in line for others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well enough blabbering for now, I may however come back to blabber some more if the urge so strikes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114469747364467448?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114469747364467448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114469747364467448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114469747364467448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114469747364467448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-always-comes-so-quickly.html' title='Monday always comes so quickly!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114444290988748019</id><published>2006-04-07T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:49:47.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUestions, QUestions, QUestions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I swiped this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-OuZRG3kieKkNbFAyehieQkBODTCj8w07M8QgSZF71MST"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'s blog. It's a tag thing, but I'll just let you decide if you've been tagged. Let me know if you do it so I can read yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waitress&lt;br /&gt;2. Merchandiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. carhop&lt;br /&gt;4. Legal Assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Cold Mountain&lt;br /&gt;2. Stepmom&lt;br /&gt;3. Troy&lt;br /&gt;4. Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miami, Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;2. Buffalo, New York&lt;br /&gt;3 Jacksonville, Florida&lt;br /&gt;4. Winston Salem, North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(and the list goes on and on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Without a Trace&lt;br /&gt;4. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Branson, Missouri (quit. laughing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Cozumel, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;3. Colorado Springs, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/parks/darienlake/index.asp"&gt;Darian Lake&lt;/a&gt;, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedarlingduchess.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.thedarlingduchess.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://themommyblog.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://themommyblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://filegirl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://julia.typepad.com/"&gt;http://julia.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and several others, but shhhhh don't tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Italian (just about anything especially cannolis)&lt;br /&gt;2. Steak&lt;br /&gt;3. Thia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Colorado&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. St. Thomas (you know the Virgin Islands!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my all time favorite Bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band&lt;br /&gt;2. Tim McGraw and the Dancehall Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Friends I am sending this too that will respond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just posting this, I’m leaving this part off… If you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114444290988748019?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114444290988748019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114444290988748019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114444290988748019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114444290988748019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions-questions-questions.html' title='QUestions, QUestions, QUestions'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114425180149874348</id><published>2006-04-05T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:43:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope~Smorascope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'm listening to the radio this morning and he does the horoscopes for people on the go. I usually listen a laugh, on occasion it has been eerily on. One day it said "Your good friend will yell at you today, just let her get it out of her system." So that afternoon me and two others were setting up for some girl scout thing and T starts yelling at us all. She just went off. We were stunned because it's just not like her. As I started to say something that radio guy's voice went through me head telling me to just let her get it out, and so I did and she was fine a few minutes later. Man was she creeped out when I told her about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, my point. This morning he's doing the horoscopes and gets to cancer and says, "There is some confusion about something you've said, someone misinterpreted something you've said and it's causing grief just explain yourself and get it straightened out." So if there's anyone that reads this that I have said something that is troubling you, please let me know so we can straighten it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;superstitious? Who me? nahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114425180149874348?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114425180149874348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114425180149874348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114425180149874348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114425180149874348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/horoscopesmorascope.html' title='Horoscope~Smorascope'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114425131236505530</id><published>2006-04-05T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:35:12.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snot what you think~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This morning I got out of the shower and was trying to find something to wear when Kiersten came in to plead her case.  She had heard her dad ask about her sister staying for an after school thing and she didn't want to go to her normal after school care without big sis.  So I sat on the end of the bed and pulled her to me, we ended up laying down like that with my mouth on her cheek, this is what ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt;  Mom, you drooled on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;   I did not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt;  {as she jerks away} IT'S SNOT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  {laughing loudly} No, not snot, not drool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt;  whoo! {wipes cheek} I thought you said snot.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought you got snot on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  nope, did you want me to try&lt;br /&gt;again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt;  MOM. {done with the cuddling, fearing&lt;br /&gt;anymore contact!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So gross as it was, it stopped the whining and inevitable river of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114425131236505530?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114425131236505530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114425131236505530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114425131236505530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114425131236505530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-snot-what-you-think.html' title='It&apos;s snot what you think~~~~'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114410117710951585</id><published>2006-04-03T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:52:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Tater's questions</title><content type='html'>Ok, over on the &lt;a href="http://tatertalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tater's &lt;/a&gt;blog she asks a question and when I was answering it in the comment section (like she's instructed) I realized how long winded I can be and thought - hey, that'll make a post.  So here goes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The questions raised is: "Assuming that you are a generous person (and even&lt;br /&gt;if you're not too bad) if you had all the money you need what organization or&lt;br /&gt;cause would you want to contribute too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a hard one.  There are so many worthy organizations.  I&lt;br /&gt;think I would have to find a worthwhile one that helped homeless families. &lt;br /&gt;There is a local one, in NY I think that has a school set up for homeless kids,&lt;br /&gt;so that they have a place to go.  Since they are homeless and move from one shelter to another or live in their car, or wherever they can find they have a difficult time with school.  Another problem for them is of course clothing for school, supplies etc.  This school offers a type of 'store' that the kids can find clothes in and school supplies and other necessities.  No one there judges them, they're all in the same situation which makes it easier to face everyday.  I think that places like this could help stop the cycle.  It gives these kids an opportunity at an education and a much better chance at getting off the streets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now going to go search for this school/organization so that I can post the link. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now go visit Tater and see what else she's askin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114410117710951585?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114410117710951585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114410117710951585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114410117710951585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114410117710951585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-taters-questions.html' title='From a Tater&apos;s questions'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114410002058954532</id><published>2006-04-03T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:33:41.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the yellow brick road. . .</title><content type='html'>I sure wish someone would point me to it.  But of course there is no scarecrow or tinman to lead me on my way so maybe I'll go buy some of those sparkly red shoes and tap my freakin' heels!&lt;br /&gt;Think it'll work? Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that I am in a funk of sorts, not a bad mood, not a depressed mood, just a wanna get on the road and get something done kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to find another job.  I am spinning my wheels here.  I do enjoy my job and could not ask for a better boss.  The problem is I have to drive so far every morning and afternoon that between the money spent on fuel and the additional hour and 15 minutes drive time, it's just not financially (or emotionally) worth it.  And yet I feel so torn about finding something else.  I did take the tests and submit the application and such for the probation &amp; parole register and would jump at that, but alas I have heard nothing from them.   And so I went to school for all that time to do something I am interested in and good at only to sit and fret over what kind of job to look for while I wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll quit whining. For. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Kael is so sweet his smile just melts me.  And to watch the girls with him makes me feel so complete.  Sappy and just plain goofy I know, but watching him look at them with such awe when they are down in his face talking or holding him has to be about the best feeling I've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more pics to post so I guess I'll go work on them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114410002058954532?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114410002058954532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114410002058954532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114410002058954532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114410002058954532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/04/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow the yellow brick road. . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114384159498609139</id><published>2006-03-31T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:46:35.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A soapbox I could so easily get on . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Quote Worth Repeating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but I won't, at least not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114384159498609139?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114384159498609139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114384159498609139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114384159498609139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114384159498609139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/soapbox-i-could-so-easily-get-on.html' title='A soapbox I could so easily get on . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114384061272306684</id><published>2006-03-31T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:31:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna come out and play?</title><content type='html'>It should take 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 3:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name as it appears on you Birth Certificate? Stormie M.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any nicknames? yeah, like I need one with my original first name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Parent's names? Valerie &amp; Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Number of candles on your last birthday cake? Had I had a cake, there would have been 32 but my husband seems to think that since he doesn't like celebrating his bday I must not want to celebrate mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Date that you regularly blow them out? July 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pets? none -3 kids and a husband who has the energy for pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite animal(s)? dogs, horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How much do you love your job? enough to have been here 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Birthplace? Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite vacation spot? Colorado, Mexico &amp;amp; just about anywhere on the east coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any nicknames? again, I don't need one - really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Stolen any traffic signs? does it count if I stayed in the car while they pulled it out of the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever been in a car accident? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Croutons or Bacon bits? Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 2 Door or 4 Door car? minivan - had to have the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Salad Dressing? ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite Pie? pecan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Number? 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite Movie? Cold Mountain, Troy, Tommy Boy and many others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite Color? gray/blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. LEAST Favorite Holiday? Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite Food? just about anything Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite brand of body soap? ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite TV show? Gilmore Girls, Lost, CSI, Without a Trace, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite toothpaste? Aquafresh sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Most recently read book? Apollyon from the Left Behind series (wonderful series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Perfume/Cologne? Realities &amp;amp; Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite Smell? certain cigars, baby right after a bath, cookies baking that have almond extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you do to relax? read, play with my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Fast Food? Backyard Burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When was your last hospital visit? 12/2005 (had a baby!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many times did you fail your driver's license test? Amazingly enough, none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? oy, do I really have to think about that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you do when you are bored? things like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Furthermost place you sent this message? not sending it, posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who will respond the fastest? couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What time is it now? 3:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that you will learn alot of little known facts about your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come one, come all, play this game, and let me know you did so I can read your!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114384061272306684?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114384061272306684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114384061272306684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114384061272306684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114384061272306684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/wanna-come-out-and-play.html' title='Wanna come out and play?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114382827446505592</id><published>2006-03-31T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:46:46.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not here I come!</title><content type='html'>Well, Kael turned 3 months old the 28th! It has flown by. The little turd has been turning himself over from his back to his stomach for a couple of weeks now and I felt it was kind of early for him to be doing this, but since it's been so long I thought maybe I'd just forgotten. And several people expressed surprise at him doing this, but still. So today I am reading one of those baby updates from &lt;a href="http://pregnancyweekly.com"&gt;BabyWeekly&lt;/a&gt; and it is talking about things my baby should be doing at 13 weeks and it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This strengthens the muscles he or she will need to roll over, which could happen any time. While babies often roll from tummy to back first, doing it the other way is perfectly normal, too. However, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;may take your baby until he or she is about 5 or 6 months to roll from back to tummy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because that trick requires stronger neck and arm muscles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ok, mine is apparently backwards, because he started with the back to the belly! lol and he's been doing it for a while rather than anytime now. I hope this doesn't mean everything will come early. Since he's my last baby I want him to take his time and not grow to quickly. I know that sounds silly and selfish, but hey I get to here! The girls just went to fast for me and now they act so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies (the girls) are just killing me, because they aren't babies anymore. Katlynn is 10, almost eleven, and Kierst will be 7 next month and they both carry on like they are older. The thought of puberty hitting our house is indeed a scary one. Katlynn has always been extremely independent, since she was a baby, but here in the last six months or so she has hit that preteen stage in which I know very little and of course she has all the answers. &lt;em&gt;*Oh the fun that can be*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually wrote this the other day, but I'll post it now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114382827446505592?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114382827446505592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114382827446505592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114382827446505592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114382827446505592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready or not here I come!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114365493249071305</id><published>2006-03-29T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:28:12.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!</title><content type='html'>Jeez, the am came early today! And I am out of creamer at home so there was no coffee to be had because, well I just can't stomach the stuff without my creamer! Now I'm thinking I should've stopped before I got here and made do with cappacino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little boy that has been sleeping in his own crib for a few weeks now has suddenly decided he likes snuggling up to me in my bed rather than going it alone in his! Oh crap! I know I should stop this early, but when you're tired and you know how early you have to get up sometimes it's just easier to let them sleep where you know you can sleep uninterrupted for awhile. However, our 6 yr old only recently started sleeping in her bed. She has just always either slept in our bed or in the living room, so for now my quandary is 'how to get him to sleep soundly in his crib rather than our bed and whether or not it's really a big deal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's now much later in the day and I never did get that Coffee! I did however cave and get some M&amp;M's!  Had to have 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;sitter's&lt;/a&gt; blog earlier and discovered she's drunk on cold medicine and all the bitsy's are being cared for by her friends 'duct tape and cheerios'!! I told her not to give mine any cheerios he might choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm all over the place today, I've had this open and just come back to it randomly.  So your getting a bit of this and that and not a continuous thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I was apparently certifiable when I used to buy shoes. Why, you ask.  Lemme tell you.  I like shoes, my husband says I'm obsessed with them, but hey potato/patoto - anyway I have an abundance of shoes but they all have REALLY high heels.  I mean yeah there extremely cute but come on, after wearing flat shoes during my pregnancy it's like learning to walk again! And my feet are screaming "hey idiot take these things off of me"!  So I have approximately one (1) pair of dress shoes that don't involve an inch in half worth of heel.  When I mentioned to my husband the other day that I needed to buy new shoes without heels, the eyes rolled and there was no verbal response. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will finish this for now, it's almost time to go home. . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114365493249071305?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114365493249071305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114365493249071305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114365493249071305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114365493249071305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/coffee-coffee-coffee.html' title='Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114358677803918666</id><published>2006-03-28T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:59:38.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a weather update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My boss and I were just talking and he asked me if it was supposed to rain tomorrow and it reminded me of my 6 yr old. This is due to the fact that the only time I know what the weather will be like tomorrow is when she mentions it. Odd I know. Many months ago, during our evening of trying to get things ready for morning, I asked her if she had her clothes laid out and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;her: "yes, I have my green curious george shirt, jean skirt and panties"&lt;br /&gt;me: "will you be warm enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this I received a nice sigh followed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: "Mom, it's going to be 74 degrees out tomorrow and sunny." *With that 'aren't you the mom' look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;While laughing I wondered aloud how she knew this, and was greeted with another 'aren't you the mom' look when she informed me that that's what the weatherman had said this morning on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have found it very amusing that at 6 she stops what she's doing to listen to the weather so that she knows what she can wear to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114358677803918666?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114358677803918666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114358677803918666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114358677803918666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114358677803918666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/need-weather-update.html' title='Need a weather update?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114350001735913363</id><published>2006-03-27T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:53:37.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday.  Enough said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;A list of things I need to do soon. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;go to the grocery store (my frig is so empty I actually cleaned it -it was gross- now it's shiny on the inside!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;go to walmart - we're down to very like in the cleaning supplies, tp, etc. it's not looking good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;buy my dad a bday gift &amp; card - even though he said he just wants to skip his bday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;make cupcakes for my 6 yr old's class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;clean the baseboards in my house (not likely to happen anytime to soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;paint the little kids' room, our bedroom, the living room and our bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;clean the ceiling fan in our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;etc., etc., etc., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;real excitement here, huh folks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Hey I've gotta "you might be a redneck if. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Ok, I was coming to a stop at a light and I glanced at the vehicle in front of me that was stopped and did a double take! On the ball hitch was a deer in a standing position so that you could see it's belly and the belly had a bullseye target on it and the middle blinked!! So you think they fit the redneck catagory? OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;And this is a good one, I can't hardly tell it without crying for laughing so hard, oh, and I'm fairly sure my dad won't appreciate me sharing it! oh well, what he doesn't know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Him and a friend went to a concert in OKC (I can't remember who they saw) and they got a room across the street from the concert so that they could walk and there would be no drinking and driving involved.  It was at a very nice hotel.  So before they go to the concert they get pizza to eat and bring the leftovers back to the room to eat later.  So they go to the concert and get back to the room, his friend is in the bathroom and dad decides to heat up the pizza so he opens the doors on the armoire that he had looked at earlier that had a microwave and stuff, and was going to put his pizza in the microwave only the door wouldn't open, so he puts the pizza in and tries and tries to start it, so his friend comes out and tries too.  Before (thankfully, I guess) they call downstairs to ask how to start the microwave it dawns on him that he's seen one of these before.  It was on the cruise ship in the closet.  Yeah, the closet because it was a SAFE not a microwave!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Yep, that's my dad and my moms a blonde - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Enough. Said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114350001735913363?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114350001735913363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114350001735913363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114350001735913363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114350001735913363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-monday-enough-said.html' title='It&apos;s Monday.  Enough said.'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114324010073235932</id><published>2006-03-24T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:41:40.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well maybe we should just push that on down the page~~~~</title><content type='html'>I looked back at this after having a very uplifting conversation with a friend on IM {which I thought about posting, but well I don't think I will for now}  and after she made me feel better I realized what a downer that post is and jeez, could I be a little whinier!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I didn't want to leave you with that all weekend I thought I'd get my tush over here and post away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not have noticed I have learned how to mess with the html. shut up. quit laughing. and I must say I could easily get carried away.  Can someone tell me how to make it to where you have the word pull up an extended post.  Like say at the bottom of your post you would put Read more and it would be underlined and when you click on it it would pull up your extended post.  And where exactly should you put a mood indicator? The template or each individual post.  I put it in the template, but then it went on every post and when you changed it it changed all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am trying to learn how to add some sort of tabs to but a photo blog and stuff.  And I having been looking for a different template one that fits me better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm heading for that mess we call home - going to try and cook something for the masses, fold some laundry so you can actually sit on the loveseat, and clean out the frig (it's gross) - Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114324010073235932?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114324010073235932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114324010073235932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114324010073235932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114324010073235932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-maybe-we-should-just-push-that-on.html' title='Well maybe we should just push that on down the page~~~~'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114323299380512058</id><published>2006-03-24T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:43:13.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on a limb, apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The following post is a last vestige of an illuminating spoken communication (It could by no means be called a conversation, that would imply more than one participant was talking) that I need to get out of my system. More plainly put it can be considered a WTF post! So feel free to skip my ravings and move on to more coherent posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should probably mention that I know this is one sided and completely out of context . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that you are quite upset with someone very close to you. Over a significant period of time they have developed certain habits and ways of dealing with things that you cannot in good conscience (oh screw good conscience, it's just unacceptable) ignore and you, on more than one occasion have expressed your feelings about this behavior and the need for something to be done about it. Promises to do something and apologies are made and you move on hoping for change, only to go a few months and find yourselves in the same spot having &lt;strike&gt;no surprise&lt;/strike&gt; a shocking case of deja vu. So, moving on, this pattern has repeated itself many times {sidenote: keep in mind there is a laundry list of things that this person does pretty much daily that would make most people mad and yet I just let it go} and you have just had enough and have been upset for days, but due to timing and that persons unavailability to you, you have not been able to explain what is on your mind. And then at a really crappy time, oh lets say midnight when you've been woken up, the person decides to talk about why you are mad. Saying, I know you are mad, but you haven't given up have you and you reply that you are getting worn out by it. Then they continue on to how they know why you are mad, don't blame you for being mad, tell you that you have every right to be mad etc. and then stop {this is the WTF part} these words come out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;him: "You know you really don't have any reason to be any more tired of me than I have been of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "But, I don't want to argue with you and I have been wrong, blah, blah, blah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It got hard to follow at that point, because it was sinking in that what he had been apologizing for were the things that I can deal with, the things that I have come to expect and overlook. ~You know the things that you decide you can live with because they'll work themselves out and they aren't worth bickering over continually.~ With this realization sinking in I tried to get out that he was confused and give an accurate account of those things that were making me upset, but to no avail he didn't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just wondering how I can be so far out here on this limb reaching in and he's reaching in the wrong direction to pull me back! Oh, and not to mention WHO stops in the middle of an apology to rationalize their behavior by blaming the person they are apologizing to and accepting guilt. Is it just me or does that totally negate the apology?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, this post makes no sense, the only clear thing is who I'm irritated with. Anyway, just had to let it out so that maybe it would quit festering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114323299380512058?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114323299380512058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114323299380512058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114323299380512058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114323299380512058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-on-limb-apparently.html' title='Out on a limb, apparently'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114321837935707127</id><published>2006-03-24T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:39:39.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Test #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE STRESS SCORES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 0-149&lt;/strong&gt; Low susceptibility to stress-related illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;•&lt;strong&gt; 150-299&lt;/strong&gt; Medium susceptibility to stress-related illness. Learn and practice relaxation and stress management skills and a healthy well life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• 300 and over&lt;/strong&gt; High susceptibility to stress-related illnessDaily practice of relaxation skills is very important for your wellness. Take care of it now before a serious illness erupts or an affliction becomes worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Overall Stress score is: &lt;a href="http://www.cliving.org/lifestresstestscore.htm"&gt;595&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scale shows the kind of life pressure that you are facing. Depending on your coping skills or the lack thereof, this scale can predict the likelihood that you will fall victim to a stress related illness. The illness could be mild - frequent tension headaches, acid indigestion, loss of sleep to very serious illness like ulcers, cancer, migraines and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114321837935707127?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114321837935707127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114321837935707127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114321837935707127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114321837935707127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/stress-test-2.html' title='Stress Test #2'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114315477604747324</id><published>2006-03-23T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:59:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed . . . Who Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://themommyblog.net"&gt;the Mommy Blog&lt;/a&gt; and came across a link to a stress test - ok, well two stress tests and so of course I had to take them. So since the results were &lt;strike&gt;surprising&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not surprising I thought I'd share them here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Below 150 - 35% chance of illness or accident within 2 years&lt;br /&gt;Between 150 - 300 - 51% chance of illness or accident&lt;br /&gt;Over 300 - 80% chance of illness or accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Score: &lt;em&gt;564&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;You can go &lt;a href="http://stress-management.net/stress-test.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take the test yourself. Go on it's &lt;strike&gt;painful&lt;/strike&gt; enlightening, sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll post the other one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114315477604747324?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114315477604747324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114315477604747324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114315477604747324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114315477604747324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/stressed-who-me.html' title='Stressed . . . Who Me?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114314548533684846</id><published>2006-03-23T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:24:45.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology is so amazing!</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd announce (in case you don't scroll down and see it!) that I decided to start an online photo album.  There's a photo stream on the left.  I was about to post more photos and thought it would make more sense to do it that way.  Now if I could just figure out how to underline a word and have the photo pop up . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114314548533684846?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114314548533684846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114314548533684846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114314548533684846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114314548533684846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/technology-is-so-amazing.html' title='Technology is so amazing!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114306804427490985</id><published>2006-03-22T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:54:04.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go figure</title><content type='html'>I have finished a copious amount of work today and yet my desk still has stack upon stack of things 'to do'....... aren't you generally supposed to feel something other than tired when you get so much accomplished or is that just an untruth I can't seem to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114306804427490985?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114306804427490985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114306804427490985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114306804427490985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114306804427490985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/go-figure.html' title='Go figure'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114305974278788782</id><published>2006-03-22T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:35:42.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My angel boy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Kael%2012-28-05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Kael%2012-28-05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the newborn pics, I promised I would put up. I absolutely love this picture, he is around an hour old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114305974278788782?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114305974278788782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114305974278788782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114305974278788782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114305974278788782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-angel-boy.html' title='My angel boy~'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114298121977838750</id><published>2006-03-21T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:13:32.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the questions I have to answer!</title><content type='html'>First I must say that I CANNOT believe I forgot to post this earlier!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, picture this, it is oh I don't know 45 minutes after I had Kael and everyone is in the room oohing and ahhhhing and holding him and such. And my 6 yr old is sitting on the bed next to me and her big sister is standing behind her and I'm talking with several people at once and here's the conversation that ensued . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;unknown: Did you have to have very many stitches? [why this is thought   to be an appropriate question I will never understand, and yet here I am putting up for everyone to hear!]&lt;br /&gt;me: no, none&lt;br /&gt;unknown: blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;6yr old: Momma, if you didn't have stitches how did you get him out?&lt;br /&gt;10yr old: Yeah, mom? *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. So I should have seen that one coming. Her question was followed with an earth shattering quiet while everyone waited on my reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114298121977838750?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114298121977838750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114298121977838750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114298121977838750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114298121977838750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-questions-i-have-to-answer.html' title='Oh the questions I have to answer!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114288592182202355</id><published>2006-03-20T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:18:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring, etc. etc.</title><content type='html'>This is what my 6 year old was singing repeatedly on the way from the sitters to her school.  One day we were going somewhere and it was raining and she sang that something like three or four times and lo and behold the rain stopped.  Not tapered off, or lightened up, but stopped and the sun came out.  So of course she fully believed that she had total control over stopping the rain.  And still apparently thinks that she can at will!  However, my nerves can only handle this song for a couple of miles, so I interrupt her and explain that we need the rain so that the burn ban can be lifted. That leads to the explanation of what a burn ban is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:   Well when we haven't had enough rain or moisture, they issue a burn ban.&lt;br /&gt;her:  what's that?&lt;br /&gt;me:   A burn ban is when you can't burn anything, like charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;her:  What's that? &lt;br /&gt;me:   Charcoal? you know for grilling.&lt;br /&gt;her:  oh, [giggles] duh.&lt;br /&gt;her:  So you can't grill?&lt;br /&gt;me:   nope.&lt;br /&gt;her:  that stinks.&lt;br /&gt;me:   yep, you wanna get a donut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rain song was forgotten, cuz mommy wants to grill! To just tell her to stop singing the rain won't stop because you sing a song, doesn't work.  Her sister tried that one day and the argument was on.  She's that way with most things though, you have to give her an acceptable reason why something should be done or sheesh, she can be STUBBORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the baby in the living room floor laying on his &lt;a href="http://www.boppy.com/"&gt;boppy&lt;/a&gt; .  He likes to lay on it facing up, and he scooches himself over the pillow to where his back is arched and the back of his head touching the floor.  It’s pretty comical to see and I was fixing him every time putting him back to normal, but he just does it again and seems to be very content so anyway. . . . yesterday he was lying like that happy as could be and I told his sister to keep an eye on him while I cycled the laundry.  A few minutes later she comes running hollering, “Momma, he flipped over!” My first thought was oh crap, where did I have him! And when it dawned on me that he was in the floor on his boppy I couldn’t figure out what she meant as I walked into the living room.  So there the little stink is laying on the other side of the boppy, on his belly, looking STUNNED.  I guess he just kept pushing on the floor with his feet until he somehow flipped himself over!  Yeah, the kid is 11 weeks!  Did I mention he is already rolling himself from his back to his side to his stomach!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I have carried on about the other two I’ll just continue along to my third child.  She is in fifth grade and they had a science fair a couple of weeks ago.  They had a month in a half, I think, to prepare their science project.  The teacher gave them an outline.  She did “Which is lightest? Rock, Sand, Chat or Dirt.”  She did a bang up job! She got 3rd place for her class, which I thought was great.  I was so excited for her, she tends to be quite introverted and a wee bit dramatic [the other daughter is a full fledged DRAMA.QUEEN.] so I was afraid she would be crushed if she didn’t get a place ribbon rather than a participant ribbon.  She did work hard on it, her dad and I helped her, but only with the stuff she couldn’t do on her own.  She got fairly aggravated {ok, down right pissed} a couple of times because, in her words, “you aren’t helping me at all!” *storms off rolling eyes and huffing* - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait til she’s a teenager! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dripping with sarcasm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114288592182202355?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114288592182202355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114288592182202355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114288592182202355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114288592182202355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-raining-its-pouring-old-man-is.html' title='It&apos;s raining, it&apos;s pouring, the old man is snoring, etc. etc.'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114263616647020124</id><published>2006-03-17T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:32:47.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;font-family:Calisto MT, Serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;The irritation I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my @$#%^ hubby falls asleep on the couch early (no big deal) and so after cleaning the kitchen getting the kids to bed and watching the news I go to bed around 10:15 or so. The baby is sleeping peacefully in his crib (usually til around 2am) and kierst was sleeping in her bed (a rarity until a couple of weeks ago). Oh and just to be clear on what a freak I am I have a monitor in their room [they share] and anyone who has been to our house knows how small it is, but I want to be able to hear him breathe and he won't sleep in the bassinet anymore! So anyhoo, I'm sleeping right and for whatever reason I begin hearing questions from the pain in the ass that has decided to get up and come to bed sometime between 10:30 and 2 and play 20 questions! It went something like this [however I was partially asleep so, well you know]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;font-family:Calisto MT, Serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;him: Where's the baby?&lt;br /&gt;me: In his bed.&lt;br /&gt;him: Where's kiersten?&lt;br /&gt;me: In her bed.&lt;br /&gt;him: Where's Justin? (kierst's friend that was supposed to sleep over)&lt;br /&gt;me: He went home.&lt;br /&gt;him: Why?&lt;br /&gt;me: Kiersten went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;him: grumbly something or other I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;me: silent&lt;br /&gt;him: Are you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;me: YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;font-family:Calisto MT, Serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Ok, at what point do you think it should've become apparent that I was SLEEPING - maybe before he asked me a lot of unnecessary questions. I mean really do you see anything in that exchange that would warrant waking someone up?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not so gungho on friendliness when I get woke up for something assanine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114263616647020124?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114263616647020124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114263616647020124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114263616647020124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114263616647020124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/will-it-ever-end.html' title='Will it ever end?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114261566712499020</id><published>2006-03-17T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:43:01.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!  Here's an Irish Blessing for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#228B22;Background:#FFFACD;font-family:Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;May the wind be always at your back,&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;The rains fall soft upon your fields and,&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;May God hold you in the palm of His hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114261566712499020?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114261566712499020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114261566712499020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114261566712499020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114261566712499020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day-heres-irish.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!  Here&apos;s an Irish Blessing for you!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114254678469789544</id><published>2006-03-16T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:01:08.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Bragging continues . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Katlynn%20bball%202005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Katlynn%20bball%202005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of my oldest daughter, I'm terrible this is the most recent pic I have [other than snapshots] and it was her fall basketball pic! It turned out so good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my youngest daughter, this is her fall school pic, again, bad mom who needs to have portraits done very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Kiersten%20school%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Kiersten%20school%202005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114254678469789544?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114254678469789544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114254678469789544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114254678469789544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114254678469789544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-bragging-continues.html' title='And the Bragging continues . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114235573448536765</id><published>2006-03-14T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:02:14.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My 6 year old and I were talking on Saturday while driving somewhere and she was telling me about the AR trip her class had gone on the previous day.  I asked her if everyone in the class had gotten to go and she said that they all had gotten to go except one little boy.  This is the conversation that ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:     Everyone but Levi.&lt;br /&gt;me:      why didn’t Levi get to go?&lt;br /&gt;her:     He told the teacher a lie or something.&lt;br /&gt;me:      What do you mean by that? (I’d like to point out that at this point I meant what did he lie about or what is the or something)&lt;br /&gt;her:     Well, momma, he was tellin’ the teacher somethin’ and he didn’t tell her the truth, what he said wasn’t true and so it was a lie and he didn’t get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she is finishing this sentence I look at her in the rearview and realize this isn’t sarcasm, she was contemplating the fact that she just had to explain what a lie was to her mother!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114235573448536765?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114235573448536765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114235573448536765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114235573448536765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114235573448536765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114202774942745529</id><published>2006-03-10T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:55:49.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Kael%20&amp;%20Dr.%20Swan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Kael%20%26%20Dr.%20Swan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Keal%20&amp;%20binky.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Keal%20%26%20binky.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/1st%20time%20eating%20sweet%20potatoes.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/1st%20time%20eating%20sweet%20potatoes.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Kiersten%20&amp;%20Kael.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Kiersten%20%26%20Kael.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my last post was way to lengthy so this one I will just add photos and call it good. These pics like the bathtub one are taken from 6 weeks to 10weeks, I will have to try and get the newborn ones posted on Monday. I've had them with me everyday for a week and finally get to posting and I left them in the van! So hope you enjoy these as much as I do . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114202774942745529?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114202774942745529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114202774942745529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114202774942745529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114202774942745529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-114194460291833909</id><published>2006-03-09T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:50:06.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official - Maternity leave is over and real life has began again!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/1600/Kael%203-8-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6887/969/320/Kael%203-8-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Here I am once again. It's been ages so I have much catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't realize my last post was November 17th. The end of November and ALL of December was fairly busy, to say the least. We of course couldn't travel anywhere for Thanksgiving, since the baby seemed to want to come visit early. So we celebrated at our house with family. It was nice, I had to sit on a bar stool to cook because I wasn't supposed to be in my feet and I'm sure that was a sight! But dinner was had and football was watched and everyone was happy. Then came the dreaded (by most) day after Thanksgiving. I needed to go shopping, but hubby (&amp;amp; dr.) said that didn't fit into being off my feet so ..... hubby took my list and at 4:30 a.m. headed out with my dear sister-in-law to bring home the needed purchases! He was wonderful during the pregnancy, but those last two months he made major points! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So on to December.......I muddled through my three days a week at the office and worked until the 23rd. We had Christmas at our house, my mom and her significant other stayed the night and his dad and stepmom came over around 7:30ish. We opened many gifts made way to much breakfast food and all in all had a really wonderful morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then came the day, the 27th I had my appointment and was at a 1 and having contractions regularly and all so he sent me over to be admitted - it took something like 2 and a half hours to get in a room they were so busy - they gave me some pill thing to induce the labor slowly, (slow my ---) and I had very strong very on top of each other contractions for many hours and I gave in to the nurse and she gave me 1/2 a dose of stadol(sp) and within the hour my contractions stayed as strong, but were steadily 4 minutes apart. The dr. had been previously told how well I was progressing after the pill time wore off so he ordered nothing else so I was in limbo (major discomfort) all night. Finally morning came and being at a 4 the drip was started. Things progressed from there (details I'm sure you don't want) and lets just say I'll never know how I had my first two children without any drugs!! the epidural was very helpful - except when it wore off while I was waiting on the dr. - that was when I realized how crazy not having anything for pain was!! Anyway, at 4:37 p.m. Kael Paul Cochran made his entrance! And oh what an entrance.......he wasn't breathing and had no pulse.....our WONDERFUL [who I could never properly thank or express the depths of my gratitude too] nurse Melissa took charge and bagged him, called a code and proceeded to make him better.....it was the longest 45 seconds (or however long) of my life, I don't think I've ever felt that kind of fear. But, God was there and we were blessed by getting to keep Kael. He began breathing and pinking up and all that good stuff, he did have a little triangle bruise around his mouth and nose from the bag but other than that he was perfect! He weighed 8lbs 8ozs and was 21 1/2 inches long. The nurses and the Dr. kept going on about him have an over abundance of hair, when he fully crowned the nurse said "he's got more hair than the dr.!" It was quite funny at the time. Well I guess that is enough of the details, probably more than you actually cared to know, but I could gush all day, if allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am now going to attempt to add some photos and hope all goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-114194460291833909?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114194460291833909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=114194460291833909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114194460291833909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/114194460291833909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-maternity-leave-is-over.html' title='It&apos;s official - Maternity leave is over and real life has began again!!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-113224125234220663</id><published>2005-11-17T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:27:32.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you need a good laugh read on. . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the  wordsback...or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are Testimonials  of afew women who did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY:I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband  didn'tsay a word...he knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY:I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who work at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking,  Ilooked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY:My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store th! at sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm  justlooking at ? your nuts." My sister started to laugh hysterically, the  boygrinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my  Sisterhas never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY:While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of  herafter receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I  toldher that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be  punished.To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just  asthreatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma  thatI saw you kissing Daddy's p ee-pee last night!" The silence was  deafeningafter this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what  they weredoing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of  the bankwith my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door  closedbehind me were screams of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY:?Have you ever asked your child a particular question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was  onhim constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so, of course, I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then, I realized that Danny had not asked to go pot-ty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to  go,and he said "No". I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I do n't have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied! . I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his  cheeksand yelled, "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FAR-TS!!" While 30 people nearly  chokedto death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and  satdown. An old couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best  laughthey'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TESTIMONY:This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow -- but don't get any....a true story. We had a female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman andasked:  "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?" Notonly  did HE have to l! eave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, didn't that feel good? Pass it on to someone you know who needs a laugh. You are not a human being having a spiritual experience, but a spiritual being having a human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved this in an email this morning and laughed so hard I decided I had to share it here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-113224125234220663?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113224125234220663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=113224125234220663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113224125234220663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113224125234220663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-need-good-laugh-read-on.html' title='If you need a good laugh read on. . . . . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-113200023416015635</id><published>2005-11-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:30:34.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS! already. . . .</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe that Thanksgiving is ten (10) days away! And Christmas right around that corner. We were going somewhere the other night and I glanced over to see a fully decorated (lights on and all) Christmas tree in someone's window. Talk about getting a jumpstart on something. I generally wait until the weekend after Thanksgiving to get out the decorations and convince my husband to buy a tree. (of course that usually ends with me threatening to go buy a fake tree and him suddenly bringing one home) I'm definitely not complaining this is my favorite time of year and I have actually started my shopping, I was just shocked to realize just how close it all is. Not to mention I'm totally freaked out by the thought that this baby may come way early and well, I really need to work until at least the 15th so that we have that money for bills and Christmas! We've had an exceptionally rough year and have NO money put back for Christmas and I generally get a very large bonus a couple of days before Christmas and I don't know if I'll get it this year, depending on when I have to take off with the baby and all. I am so praying that my boss will still give it to me. We've become fairly dependent on that large amount of money right then! So everyone cross your fingers and say you prayers!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much lately to report, we've had no drama's like the &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;Diva&lt;/a&gt; and her blood spurting child or yellow jacket infested closet (and boy am I ever so glad for that!) It does however seem that she is the unwilling participant in more than her share of (funny, but) odd situations!&lt;br /&gt;How is it that my loveseat is always covered in clean laundry (which I guess is better than dirty laundry) and I cannot seem to keep clothes folded and put away. My house will be fairly clean, but always looks trashed due to said laundry! Yikes, and we're adding a body that will inevitably have to be clothed thus more laundry! I guess it's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 69 degrees here today, tomorrow they're saying high 50's so it'll be more like 60's because today was supposed to have a high of 60. And I just looked at Weather Underground and Minneapolis has a 90% chance of snow tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I should get some work done. . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-113200023416015635?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113200023416015635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=113200023416015635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113200023416015635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113200023416015635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-holidays-already.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS! already. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-113157339522577309</id><published>2005-11-09T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:56:35.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy November!!!</title><content type='html'>Now if only someone would remind mother nature that it is November.  Actually, I shouldn't complain it has been beautiful out.  Just weird, 80 degrees, every window in the house open and still hot!!  But since I am still driving to and from work three days a week I don't mind the weather being good!! Since my wreck in May I have little desire to drive in the rain, so I'm just guessing but I figure the ice will make me a nervous wreck now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started Christmas shopping. I figure I had better get it done, because if the baby ends up being early that would make Christmas shopping harder.  I do plan on going early the day after Thanksgiving, do every year, crazy I know but I enjoy it and there are great sales.   I don't know what to get for our oldest daughter.  They usually get their 'Santa' gift (that's generally their big gift) and then a couple outfits and little things.  Well I am at a loss as to what her big gift should be.  Our youngest wants a karoke machine that hooks up to the tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a mess with the office Discover card I have to fix so I have to be done with the post!  Have a wonderful evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-113157339522577309?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113157339522577309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=113157339522577309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113157339522577309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113157339522577309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-november.html' title='Happy November!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-113138301372581364</id><published>2005-11-07T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:03:48.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Original, well ummmm no, not today..... I'll try again later</title><content type='html'>Here's my results to the quiz thingy initiated by &lt;a href="http://aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;APRIL&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Understanding" src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FR/FRE/FreeThePain/1128190204_Understanding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dominant Personality&lt;/b&gt;: Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Traits&lt;/b&gt;: You gravitate towards people,&lt;br /&gt;and are a shoulder to lean on. You give advice&lt;br /&gt;at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Traits&lt;/b&gt;: You aren't close with any one&lt;br /&gt;person. You immerse yourself in other people's&lt;br /&gt;problems and forget your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People see you as&lt;/b&gt;: Friendly, secretive, and&lt;br /&gt;popular. People envy you, and may try and use&lt;br /&gt;you as a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're most like&lt;/b&gt;: Grace. You both have&lt;br /&gt;positive relationships with people. Neither of&lt;br /&gt;you have close friends, but unlike graceful&lt;br /&gt;people, you try to help people out and aren't&lt;br /&gt;as arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You need more&lt;/b&gt;: Solitude. You hardly get the&lt;br /&gt;chance to breathe when you take on the world's&lt;br /&gt;problems. You can't take other's&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities or put them before your own.&lt;br /&gt;Be selfish once in a while and discover who you&lt;br /&gt;really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FreeThePain/quizzes/What"&gt;What's your dominant trait? (10 unique results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-113138301372581364?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113138301372581364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=113138301372581364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113138301372581364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113138301372581364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/11/original-well-ummmm-no-not-today-ill.html' title='Original, well ummmm no, not today..... I&apos;ll try again later'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-113077490724778288</id><published>2005-10-31T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:08:27.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest thing. . .</title><content type='html'>A part of my job is answering creditor's calls confirming bankruptcy of our clients.  So I answered one a few minutes ago (and mind you these calls are annoying, but I try really hard to be nice give the info and get on with my day) and the girl asks about the client and I tell her yes she is one of P's clients and that I do not have her information he is telling creditor's to call the BK court.  No big deal she says ok.  I say she has already filed and the girl is like "ok, well we thought she was still paying his retainer".  So she fine, I'm being nice and she goes "and, what is your name?" I reply "Stormie" and she "yeah, ok, way to be professional" and hangs up on me.  I'm thinking, now what did I say that was rude or uncalled for and then I realize she didn't believe me that that was my name!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-113077490724778288?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113077490724778288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=113077490724778288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113077490724778288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/113077490724778288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/funniest-thing.html' title='The funniest thing. . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112992494490122921</id><published>2005-10-21T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:02:24.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Stranger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;How is everyone? My apologies for not being a better blogger. My only excuses are being swamped and being boring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yes, swamped at work. The bankruptcy law change caused a major surge of business and since my boss has me take care of pretty much everything bankruptcy, my life was HELL! I ended up working a few hours on the 8th (Saturday) and the 9th (Sunday) and then again on the 15th (Saturday) just to get everything done!! It was insanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hey, well looky there I got my whining in and it's not even Wednesday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We're having an Octoberfest at our church tomorrow. It's a really big thing. It's at Mt. Olive Lutheran Church from 11 - 5. There are all of the blow up rides (the large blow up slides, moonwalk, boxing ring, bungy run, fighting thing) , cakewalk, games, live entertainment, bratwurst, brisket, lots of other foods, bake sale, craft booths, and a car show. I've probably forgotten something, but you get the gist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My sweet little 6 year old won the coloring contest and so she gets her bracelet ($8) for free and I only have to pay 1/2 price for her sister! She was so excited, really thought it was a big deal! You should've seen her pretty little head expanding!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As for my boring status, well I guess that's the life of a pregnant woman! I've been swelling ALOT and I had to do that 3hr test for gestational diabetes Tuesday and they've notified me that it was positive - which sucks on many levels, mostly the whole sugar being bad issue! I have to go next Wednesday to the nutritionist to get a diet plan, meter, and such! Right before Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas! geez I've got some good timing!! I didn't have it with either of my other two pregnancies so I'm a little weirded out by it. My other two were large babies without it and I keep reading that the main concern with gestational diabetes is the baby being overly large!!! and that's with women that otherwise have small or normal sized babies and my last was 9 lbs 1 oz. 22 inches so what does that mean for me!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I've also been told they might have me have him early do to this so that might mean a December baby rather than a New Year's baby. I have a lot of questions for my ob come Wednesday!!! I will be 30 weeks and 3 days on that visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have some really great pics of my kids in their Halloween costumes - the oldest is a corpse bride and the youngest cat woman. They had a dress up party last Sunday and they looked soooo cute! My bf's kids went to and they were wonderwoman and spiderman - you should've seen how cute the four of them were! I am planning on going to get some prints tonight so I'll try and post some on Monday. I can't find my cord to hook my digital to the computer so I'll have to scan them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On a funny note, last night my 6 year old climbed into my bed (she was way over tired and wanted to sleep in my bed) and she says "momma, could you please not snore tonight?" and I was like I would love to be able to control it hon, but mommy can't breathe through her nose right now so it's kinda hard. Her reply was "well could ya try and sleep with you mouth closed or maybe snore quieter!" and then she must've thought she made me feel bad because she patted my shoulder and said "at least dad's sleeping on the couch, he snores louder than you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112992494490122921?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112992494490122921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112992494490122921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112992494490122921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112992494490122921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/howdy-stranger.html' title='Howdy Stranger!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112863433544952517</id><published>2005-10-06T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:32:15.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you mend a broken heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not mine. Worse. My oldest daughter (she's only 10) had asked me a month or so ago if she could have a boyfriend. I said yes, but no kissing. I didn't think to much of it, thought it was cute and then put it to the back of my mind thinking it wouldn't be something that happened soon. Well, I was wrong. She's had this boyfriend now for a few weeks. No big deal. He even asked her to go to the Valentine's dance. Crazy I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well she comes home yesterday and tells me her boyfriend broke up with her and she is trying to keep the tears at bay. He didn't give her a reason, just did it. (I didn't have the heart to tell her that that part won't change much even as she gets older, they never want to give a reason!) She was so upset and said, but mom he asked me to the Valentine's Dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know it isn't a big deal and she'll be past it before I realize it, but me issue is that if at 10 she takes it this hard that her first boyfriend broke up with her imagine her reaction at 14 or 16 will be. Because come on you know as well as I do that at 14 &amp;amp; 16 you think that things are unquestionably life altering and you'll never recover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, I feel that so I am prepared in the future I must know how to mend her broken heart, how to be sympathetic with out egging on her poor me status, how not to say mean things about all boys, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In typing this I just realized I'm pregnant with a boy (ok so I've actually known this, lol, but I mean it hit me in the context I was writing) and I have to say this kid doesn't have a chance! He will be required to tell any girl he dumps why he's doing it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now my youngest daughter she'll be the dumper, I'll probably have to institute the "at least give them a reason" clause with her too. The little diva. She should be fairly amusing to watch torment the boys. I know, I know, I can laugh now but she'll be my biggest fears realized when she's a teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I'm off for now, have a good evening.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;p.s. if you know me and/or my daughter lets keep it between us that I wrote about it here, she would die a thousand deaths and hate me forever if she knew about this blog containing her stuff (she doesn't even know about the blog)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112863433544952517?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112863433544952517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112863433544952517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112863433544952517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112863433544952517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-do-you-mend-broken-heart.html' title='How do you mend a broken heart?'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112854734743838596</id><published>2005-10-05T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:22:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OY VEY, (what does that really mean anyway?)</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned lately how much STUPID people annoy me?!?!?  If not, or even if so, I must reiterate this today. &lt;br /&gt;It is probably a sign of burnout in your job when at least 3 to 4 times a day you want to slap someone and say "shut up, stupid".  And I'm really not a mean person, but sheesh.  Some people, it's a wonder they can dress themselves and utterly amazing that they figured out how to leave their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well now that I have sounded like a real bitch maybe I should move on!  It's a good thing maternity leave is imminent, I really need some time away from work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112854734743838596?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112854734743838596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112854734743838596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112854734743838596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112854734743838596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/oy-vey-what-does-that-really-mean.html' title='OY VEY, (what does that really mean anyway?)'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112844418035039581</id><published>2005-10-05T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:59:53.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time in a far, far away land . . . .</title><content type='html'>Kidding, just kidding. I don't have anything that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in ages, just haven't felt like it. I went to a seminar Friday and during the excruciatingly boring section on Chapter 11's I decided to write in long hand a blog. Did it, it's boring, but I'll type it in here anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here in a room full of attorneys and paralegals at a legal seminar concerning the new bankruptcy laws. Oh such fun you say -- yeah that's what you're thinking I'm sure. We are at the 10:50 section on Chapter 11 Small business bk's. This in no way pertains to my work so I thought I'd write this instead. This thing began at 8:15 am and goes til 4:20 pm - so bets on how long before I fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we came to KC yesterday evening. My boss decided to be extra nice and pay for a room here at the Hyatt for me so I could just go down to the conference. So we get here and parking is $15.50 per night! Ok, we were in the middle of downtown and so you have no choice you park and you pay. Well the only eating options were room service, their choice of 3 restaurants (fancy &amp; pricey) or the restaurant on the top floor that well, was too freakin' expensive to walk into little lone eat! So we opted for room service (cheaper of the choices and that isn't saying much) you wouldn't believe what we paid for nachos and salad! I have learned from this hotel that apparently I am cheap!! There I've said it! Laugh if you will, but really when you consider the cost of the room (my boss paid for I would not have paid that much for a room!), parking cost, eating costs etc. it was just way too high. I could've paid for a normal hotel room for what I spent on room service &amp; parking!!  Ok, there's my gripe for this blog!&lt;br /&gt;and my confession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the seminar Mr. Divinity to our girls to his cousin's house and his aunt's house, they had a great time. Then he picked me up and we went to his aunt's and just relaxed and visited. Saturday I got around and while he went to help his aunt and uncle move their daughter's stuff out of her house (it sold) I stayed and helped his other aunt clean house because they were having an open house (their's is on the market - oh how I wish I had $300,000 to blow!) and then we drove to my sister's for my nephew's bday party! Then drove home, I just didn't feel like staying another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you aren't sufficiently bored, I will type my whiney Wednesday blog later!!! so for now enjoy you day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. looks like fall/winter might actually be on it's way!!!! Did you see that snow in Montana!!!!! Snow and cowboys aren't those women lucky!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112844418035039581?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112844418035039581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112844418035039581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112844418035039581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112844418035039581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/once-upon-time-in-far-far-away-land.html' title='Once upon a time in a far, far away land . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112750313036901170</id><published>2005-09-23T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:18:50.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, I have a new stressor. Not really a stressor, I just feel torn. Everyone is so adamant about breastfeeding. I think it's wonderful, I know it's good for the baby, I know it's highly recommended, and all the other stuff. I just don't think it's for me and herein lies my problem. The guilt I am feeling for not being a 100% I'm going to breastfeed person. I didn't with my first two, I smoked etc. and feared harming them by not doing something right and yet breastfeeding so I didn't. Now I haven't smoked in 6 1/2 years, and I keep telling myself I should really want to do this, I'm being selfish for not wanting to do it and all. And yet I can't convince myself that it's the route I want to take. Am I horrible? Ok, that was rhetorical (if you're going to be mean) I've met with a lactation consultant and we discussed how I feel about it and she said that choosing to bottle feed is ok, they have formulas now that are a very good remake of breastmilk. She said that lots of mothers don't choose to breastfeed, etc. so how come I still feel guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well I guess I still have around 14 weeks to stew over it......all things come in do time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112750313036901170?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112750313036901170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112750313036901170&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112750313036901170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112750313036901170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-day-in-my-world.html' title='Another day in my world'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112742611697440949</id><published>2005-09-22T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:55:16.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to blog, I really do</title><content type='html'>I've just been so stinking busy, that I can't seem to get the words on the screen!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby shower is this weekend!! Yeah, Tamara has planned it for me and I am excited to get to visit with everyone! Oh, and it's inevitable that you will receive DIAPERS at a shower!!! Considering the cost of gas and the cost of diapers, free diapers are very exciting!!!!   She's made cute little bath salt party favors and is having a wonderful 3 tier cupcake cake made for the shower.  And a lot of other planning party stuff has gone into it too.  Adult conversation will be wonderful!! (even if it has alot to do with babies)  If any of my friends that read this haven't gotten their invitation yet feel free to come and visit!!  Diva said she'd come so we'll even have a comedian!!  (no bra wars though, sorry.)  My sister and her kids are coming in for the weekend -yay haven't seen them in ages!! and my SIL is also coming in, we've gotten a lot closer and I'm really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Friday night we're having a youth sleepover at the church.  I however do NOT have to stay the night!!! They took pity on the pregnant lady and said I can just come back in the am and help make breakfast!!(which I love to do)  At first my youngest was upset that she didn't get to stay the night, she said "I AM TOO A YOUTH!"  well explaining that she didn't meet the age requirement was getting me no where so I hopefully threw in that we got to go to the church at 7am to make breakfast!! You should have seen her happy dance!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad will be back from CO and WY in a day or so, he's been gone hunting for a month.  And he always gets the young one cowboy boots, the oldest not so interested.  So anyhoo, he calls today for a size and then says "any particular color, they have some crazy colors!" and I reply "pink" he starts laughing and is like "are you serious? she'll want pink?" I said "dad, she wears her pink crocs with everything, has pink flipflops and tried all summer to wear her ballet shoes because, (yep you guessed it) they're pink" - He laughs again and says he was going to get black, but he'd go back and look for the right size in pink. She will be over-the-moon happy!! I can kiss getting any other shoe on her foot for as long as these fit her!!! And let me tell you this will cause her sister to be increasingly stressed from the embarrassment of me letting her little sister wear PINK cowboy boots with everything!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to go home so I will stop my babble session and try and resume tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to talk about so little time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112742611697440949?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112742611697440949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112742611697440949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112742611697440949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112742611697440949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-blog-i-really-do.html' title='I want to blog, I really do'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112690194609234862</id><published>2005-09-16T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:19:06.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST FOR DEMENTIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Test for Dementia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year to take our annual senior citizen test.  Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles.  So, take the following test presented here and determine if you are losing it or are still "with it."  The spaces below are so you don't see the answers until you have given your answer.  OK, relax, clear your mind and... begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you put in a toaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "bread." If you said "toast," then give up now and go do something else. Try not to hurt yourself. If you said, " bread," go to Question 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk." What do cows drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Cows drink water. If you said "milk," please do not attempt the next question. Your brain is obviously over stressed and may even overheat. It may be that you need to content yourself with reading something more appropriate such as Children's World. If you said "water" then proceed to question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you! said "green bricks," hat the devil are you still doing here reading these questions?????  If you said "glass," then go on to Question 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's twenty years ago, and a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany (If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany.) Anyway, during the flight, TWO of the engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he has time and the plane fatally crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany.  Where would you bury the survivors? East Germany or West Germany or in "no man's land"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You don't, of course, bury survivors. If you said ANYTHING else, you are a real dunce and you must NEVER try to rescue anyone from a plane crash. Your efforts would not be appreciated. If you said, "Don't bury the survivors", then proceed to the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus fro m London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus. In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Swindon, two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In&lt;/span&gt; Swansea, three people get off and five people get on In Carmathen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. What was the name of the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Oh, for crying out loud! Don't you remember your own name?  It was YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pass this along to all your "smart friends" and hope they do better than you did.   PS: 95% of people fail in most of the questions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112690194609234862?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112690194609234862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112690194609234862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112690194609234862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112690194609234862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/test-for-dementia.html' title='TEST FOR DEMENTIA'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112682103793786525</id><published>2005-09-15T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:50:37.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado about nothing. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I have not posted since Monday, I have been way busy here at the office. Everyone is in a panic that the bankruptcy laws are changing soon. I had a lady call today that said she needed to talk to the attorney about bankruptcy, I said ok, I'll have him call you, her reply was "I need to do this asap, the bankruptcy laws are changing and there is a deadline" I thought NO SH-- lady, I would not have had any idea had you not so enlightened me. Thanks for the update. And you really gotta wonder how often people think before they speak. I have people call and get really catty with my and the whole while (that is if I don't hang up on them) I'm thinking "You know the only way the attorneys here are getting a message is if I give it to them, so you would think that you would realize that if you want your message passed along you'd be nicer to me!" People are stupid. SO MANY people are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enough job rants, I guess, unless of course I remember some other stupid comment made comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This weekend should be fun. My SIL invited me and my daughters on a girls weekend at her sister's lake house. So it will be us three, my SIL and her daughter and her sister and her daughter. We are going to go outlet shopping (I am broke so will not be buying anything-which bites) and then if it is warm enough we will let the children swim and then just hang out. No men allowed. I can not wait, my niece has started walking since we saw them the first part of August and she is really little so it is inevitable that it will be the cutest thing ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My 6 year olds bf is a boy, he is also my bf's son. They have went to school together since 3yr old preschool. I take them both to school in the mornings and drop them off. Well for those of you that do not know my child, it doesn't occur to her that she is not the center of the universe and a full blown diva she is! So anyway, she gets out of the car in the morning and either 'lets' him close the door for her or she demands that it is her turn and he is to wait on her. This morning she flipped when he turned and stepped away from the van, she thought he was going in without her!! BIG no-no! And the good little man he is he just waits on her. She hollers "JUSTIN" and he stops and waits, granted he does huff and roll his eyes, but he waits just the same. I've tried to curb this with her, and she isn't mean, she adores him, but I'm thinking she is going to be the biggest pain in the but to her future boyfriends if she already understands the ordering thing, and in turn he will be the sweetest boyfriend to someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I am ready to go home so ta for now. Have a wonderful evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112682103793786525?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112682103793786525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112682103793786525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112682103793786525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112682103793786525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much ado about nothing. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112653611481266979</id><published>2005-09-12T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:41:54.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redo, redo</title><content type='html'>Ok, so on the redneck horoscopes I made a mistake - my oldest daughter and I are actually Collards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112653611481266979?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112653611481266979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112653611481266979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112653611481266979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112653611481266979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/redo-redo.html' title='Redo, redo'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112629191520054793</id><published>2005-09-09T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:51:55.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I took these from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aproka's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.  They are pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mr. Divinity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLL WEEVIL (Feb 20 - March 20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You have an overwhelming curiosity. You're unsatisfied with the surface of things, and you feel the need to bore deep into the interior of everything. Needless to say, you are very intense and driven as if you had some inner hunger. You love to stay busy and tend to work too much. Nobody in their right mind is going to marry you, so don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me &amp; Daughter #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CATFISH (July 24 - Aug 23)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Catfish are traditionalists in matters of the heart, although one's whiskers may cause problems for loved ones. You Catfish are never easy people to understand. You run fast. You work and play hard. Eventhough you prefer the muddy bottoms to the clear surface of life, you are liked by most. Above all else, Catfish should stay away from Moon Pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Daughter #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSSUM (April 21 - May 21)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When confronted with life's difficulties, possums have a marked tendency to withdraw and develop a don't-bother-me-about-it attitude. Sometimes you become so withdrawn, people actually think you're dead. This strategy is probably not psychologically healthy but seems to work for you. You are a rare breed. Most folks love to watch you work and play. You are a night person and mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will be Baby Divinity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKRA (Dec 22 - Jan 20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Are tough on the outside but tender on the inside. Okras have tremendous influence. An older Okra can look back over his life and see the seeds of his influence everywhere. You can do something good each day if you try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To live with this house full of critters, baby divinity will HAVE to be an Okra!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112629191520054793?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112629191520054793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112629191520054793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112629191520054793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112629191520054793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/redneck-horoscopes.html' title='Redneck Horoscopes'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112621574527432877</id><published>2005-09-08T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:42:25.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go outside and play!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok, so I''m really way to round in the waist to go outside and play, but I could sit in my yard swing and watch the girls play! That is if I wasn't stuck in the office for another 55 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I've hit the 6 month mark! Whooooo! People are still randomly telling my things like "Oh my gawd your huge!" Yep, strangers even! Oh well, I'm enjoying being pregnant and I've decided that since this will probably be my last pregnancy I don't care if people want to continue to be rude, I'm going to enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The other day I was out under the carport going through totes of clothes getting rid of stuff and such and I went in for something and found my sweet (sometimes) husband had Comet on the sink, the bathroom sink, the tub, etc. and had cleaned the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher and was scrubbing stuff!! and he was doing so I didn't have to, he didn't even remember that being pregnant I'm not supposed to use the bleach stuff.  He was just doing it for me not because he thought it wasn't going to get done.  Awwwwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I need to start jotting down notes of the things my kids say and do, because they are all the time saying things and I think, oohhhh I have to put that on the blog! Only to finally get to blog and not remember the story!! SUCKS losing you memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We have Girl Scout sign ups tonight, and it's my night to work it.  Hopefully we'll have a good turn out and not waste our evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I watched Monster-in-Law last night, it was funny.  Not as good as it could have been, but good.  Boy Jane Fonda can through one heck-of-a fit.  It kinda reminded me of where the relationship between me and my mother-in-law was and would've continued to go had she not passed away. (without the sappy ending of course - we would've been like the two that didn't quit) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I have to go now. More later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112621574527432877?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112621574527432877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112621574527432877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112621574527432877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112621574527432877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-go-outside-and-play.html' title='I want to go outside and play!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112611212161595749</id><published>2005-09-07T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:06:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really do not have anything to whine about today. I guess I could list the usual suspects, but I really do not feel like it. With everything that is going on with the aftermath of the hurricane, reading about people having troubles having babies, friends being called to active duty etc., I'm feeling pretty blessed and way to humble to whine today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SOOOOOO, I will be frivolous in another way. I am so looking forward to fall/winter. Not only because I am hoping the cooling off and freezing will put a hold on my miseries of allergies and no nasal decongestants, but I am wanting the smells and the colors and the ooey gooey ness of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My daughter's best friend's bday is this weekend, so we have his party to go to on Saturday. Then Sunday I've been invited to spend money (that I do not have) at a Home &amp; Garden Party. Then next weekend, my mom wants us to go to the State Fair in Tulsa with her, she said she'd pay for the kids' bracelets so I said I'd drive them there. Then the following weekend my bf is having a baby shower for me!! (I'm very excited) Then the weekend of the 1st I'll be going to my nephew's bday party in KC. and the weekend of the 15th we are planning a family outing to Silver Dollar City. Busy, Busy. Fun though. Then of course it's Halloween time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My youngest is already planning her Halloween costume, she is so torn on what she wants to be. She has been mulling this over for a month. lol. We will be going to a costume party for family night at our church. We usually let them trick or treat a little and then head over to the church. My oldest daughter (and yes I said daughter) wants to be a pirate - sword and all!! She cracks me up. That of course leads us into November which will start my 8th month!!! and November is getting ready for Thanksgiving and the school programs and all! I want to take the kids on the Christmas Train again this year in Dry Gulch. I think it starts the last weekend of November. Last year we got there late and had to leave early so this year I want to go on time and let them enjoy it. We usually go to the city for Thanksgiving, but with me only having 4 weeks left then I guess we will have to see what the Dr. says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have started my Christmas shopping.  Granted I have only actually bought 3 gifts, but it is 3 less that I have to purchase now.  I absolutely love Christmas shopping.  Our girls recieve gifts on their birthdays and Christmas, we do not buy toys and such throughout the year.  If they want something they have to save their birthday money or chore money.  So come Christmas time I enjoy buying them things and in turn they enjoying recieving things and hopefully appreciate things more since they do not get things constantly throughout the year.  And I have 4 nieces and 2 nephews that are all younger so it is fun getting to buy toys for them.  Used to I would have my Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving.  Gradually it got to where I go shopping the day after Thanksgiving while in KC and finish up a week or so before Christmas.   Either way I'm sure I spend to much.  Last year, or maybe the year before our family and my bf's family sponsored a single mother w/4 kids, who worked and was a good mom and trying had, but didn't have much and we took her a bunch of gifts, my girls picked a couple of their presents each and then I bought some other stuff.  I would really like to be able to do that again this year, but with the baby coming it's going to be a little tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Red Eye is on at the movies and I really want to go see it.  However, I really don't think I should see it with my daughters, so I guess I will wait til it is out on DVD and rent it.  Yesterday I was going to watch Monster In Law and Katlynn said but mom I can't watch it, it's PG-13.  I said K it's alright if you watch it with me and she acted like I was crazy for saying she could watch a PG-13 movie.  Here's the funny part - she then took the remote and turned it to CSI, her favorite show.  Now if you do not watch CSI I am pretty sure that it more than beats a PG-13 movie in content!  And I probably shouldn't allow her to watch it, but she loves it and I guess it can be considered kind of educational.  A little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well I have probably babbled on long enough, I have been writing this in spurts and should probably call it a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a wonderful evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112611212161595749?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112611212161595749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112611212161595749&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112611212161595749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112611212161595749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/whiney-wednesday.html' title='Whiney Wednesday'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112567891812449666</id><published>2005-09-02T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:31:35.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is of the essence . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well not really, but it sounded intriguing! I am way swamped here at work and should by no means be taking the time to do this, but I am ready to throttle my boss so I figured maybe a quickie (kidding, just kidding) a quick release of pent up anger onto my ever so understanding blog would help. And if not well I might be looking for a new employer, due to my mouth overriding my brain everytime here lately and my snitty replies ooozing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I have mentioned previously, but I work in a law office and we do a LOT of bankruptcy. Well since certain people who get paid entirely too much money to make really asinine decisions and put them into law have now decided to turn the bankruptcy laws upside down as of October 17 my job has become a real pain in the a--! Everyone has heard of these changes for months, but suddenly it is September and they have all realized that "hey, maybe I should go ahead and take bankruptcy now since later it might not be an option". Which is good for my boss because let me tell you it is not cheap to file, but sucks for me because guess who does the actual work?!?!?! If it takes you more than one guess you are soooo outta here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well it is now a couple of hours later than when I posted above and I am no closer to being caught up than I was then. But, hey there's always Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I found this new drink it sounds pretty gross, but it is SOOOOOOOOOO good. We went to eat at this awesome burger place in Belton, MO a couple of weeks ago and the only none caffeine drink they had was SoBe Lean Cranberry Grapefruit so I tried it. I loved it. So since then I have been looking for it everywhere that carries the Sobe drinks, but to no avail. Finally, today I go to a convenience store on 4th street that I never go to and guess what - they had it!!!!! I bought 2 bottles, would've bought more, but they only had 2!! I also ran into a friend of my husband and I's that I haven't seen in ages, he lives in KS (only about 30minutes away) but we never see him anymore. So we visited and it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My mom had to go have her Gallbladder removed this morning, apparently she went to the ER two nights ago in total pain and then went back last night and they said they were taking it out today. She was done with surgery by 10 am and it was the laproscopy(sp?) and they are sending her home tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My boss just came in and I said "so we are closing early tonight right?" and he laughed and goes "Did I say that?" I said "yeah, since I've had a week with a crap load full of your crazy clients" and his reply was "boy I don't know with 10 bk's to do" and then laughs and says "we'll think about it" and I said "yeah you will think about it as you are on your way to take a nap" because he actually was on his way to lay down for a bit (I am so paying for a law degree!!!). So I was right he has a split personality, or maybe there's a mouse in his pocket. I asked him that one day cuz he is always saying we rather than I. You should have seen the look of confusion when I said "what you have a mouse in your pocket?" I had to explain and he laughed really hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well I really must get busy on those files they will be screaming soon! Have a wonderful holiday weekend and fill those boots (the firemen on the street corners collecting for charity), or call those hotlines (not the sexlines the charity lines) or donate in someway to those in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Speaking of, a friend of ours is in the National Guard and his unit was called to active duty yesterday morning and he was supposed to be finding out where they were sending him. Last year he had just gotten back from Afghanistan after being there quite awhile. He's been in the guard for years and never called to duty more than to deal with the flooding in Miami and in the past couple of years he's been called active to major places three times. Well anyway keep him in your prayers, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112567891812449666?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112567891812449666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112567891812449666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112567891812449666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112567891812449666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-is-of-essence.html' title='Time is of the essence . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112543764321134182</id><published>2005-08-30T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:34:03.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I almost forgot T3 - and well I have no enlightening ideas for a top ten soooooooooo I'll go with my top ten favorite foods in no particular order - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.     Krispy Kreme donuts - especially the blueberry glazed ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.     chimichangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.     Manicotti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4.     Frosted Mini Wheat cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5.     Subs from the Deli on the west side in Buffalo NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6.     Sweet homemade Italian Canolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7.     cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8.     cheese &amp; garlic biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9.     cheesecake brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10.    Chicken fried steak w/gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So aren't you thrilled you know my weaknesses!!!  Can you tell I'm hungry!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway have a good Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112543764321134182?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112543764321134182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112543764321134182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112543764321134182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112543764321134182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/t3.html' title='T3'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112534869647895780</id><published>2005-08-29T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:52:24.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM BIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am listening to the best song. It's called, you guessed it, "Dream Big". If you haven't heard it you should go to yahoo music videos and listen to it. You'll feel better. I absolutely love this song. It's by Ryan Shupe &amp; The Rubber Band. A friend of ours' son had a form of MD and passed away not long ago and right after I received the call that he was gone I heard this song for the first time and it just fills my heart and head with Tyler everytime I hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We went camping this weekend. I took my two girls and there were 6 other adults and 14 other girls there. It was a girl scout thing. We all stayed in what is called the C.I.T. house. Bunk beds, fans and spiders oh my. It was on a hill that had to be climbed everytime you wanted to use the latrine (yes, I just said Latrine! No flushies) or go to your vehicle to get something out. It was way to hot, but other than that it was a fun time. We got to go swimming for around an hour on Friday, til the lifeguard saw lightening and made everyone get out (no sense of humor there, she said no games of chance in her pool!) It was ok to get out though they were all freezing, the water was oh, I don't know 30 below!!! My husband informed me this is probably because it is well water. Anyway it was COLD. So we had hot dogs over the fire for dinner and sat around and visited. I apparently miss spoke when during a conversation that I had been 6 months pregnant when I got married (there were three 11 yr olds in the room - all of which I have known for ages and know their parents in some fashion) oops. Then Saturday we had a late breakfast (not by choice - it just seemed to take ummm-forever) It was good though. Then some of the girls went for a hike and some of us drove to look around the camp grounds (we got out and walked some).  Some of us played yatzee and visited etc. we had lunch and started to get ready to go.  We got all vehicles packed, cleaned the place up, then realized we had to take all of the trashwith us!! (if you bring it in you take it out)  So we then had to figure out who was taking what in our already full cars.  Fun Fun.  One leader had left early on to go get coffee only to come back and have her car die on her, completely.  So she got her husband down there and he said "Yep, it's dead" so they were going to go get a new one!! Must be nice!!  So anyway, I am totally ready to go when I get in and try to start my van - the operative word here is try.  It won't start, so we try jumping it, nothing, we tried everything we could think of, nothing!! So me and my two girls jump in with someone else and decide Mr. Divinity can come back later and figure it our!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OHOHOHOH - I had to take my girls to the fair Saturday night after our camping extravaganza and holy crap was it HOT!!!! Jenifer that had given me a ride home took her kids too so I had someone to visit with and the girls had someone other than each other to ride with.  They had such a good time!! Jenifer totally saved me!!! So we visited and the kids rode rides.  Luckily we got there at 6pm so they rode most everything without having to wait in line long.  We saw &lt;a href="http://aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt; she was covertly following MWH.  And after 2 in a half hours, a slice of pizza and a funnel cake to share we headed home!!! I have to say I am so glad the fair is only once a year!! I spent $60!! and they didn't play the games, just bracelets, drinks and food!! CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I have much to ramble on about, but it is time to go home so I will finish at a later date!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112534869647895780?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112534869647895780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112534869647895780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112534869647895780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112534869647895780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-big.html' title='DREAM BIG'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112490208418661139</id><published>2005-08-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:48:04.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In answer to the CONCERT question . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Saturday night I took my oldest daughter, Katlynn, to see Keith Anderson, Blake Shelton and Rascal Flatts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As it turned out some friends of ours that we were going with got VIP tickets, parking passes and such.  So Katlynn and I got to ride with them and didn't have to go through the parking hell.  We went in and found a spot, oh I don't know a football field away from the stage!! and our friends went off to the VIP section.  Some other people we know were coming and going to meet up with us so there we sat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At about 6:30 my cell rings and it's a friend of mine that was working the beer tent for her sister, (her girls and my girls play together often so she knew that I had taken K for her bday) so anyway she says does Katlynn want to meet Rascal Flatts!! I'm like "OF COURSE" so she has us meet her at the OU tent and off we went.  We followed them to the casino and in the concert room there were a couple hundred people waiting in line for a 'Meet &amp; Greet'  we were seated and told that we would get in at the end of the line and a pic would be taken and put in these Coors Light autographed cards etc.  Katlynn's palms were sweating sooooo badly and she kept saying "Mom I am soooo nervous and excited" So RASCAL FLATTS finally come through the door !! Wow -(oh and I got to meet their tour manager and he was SO hot)  Then the line goes really quick and it's our turn!! Katlynn wanted us in the pic together and I had to push her towards Joe Don who was talking to her and Gary and Jay also spoke, she just grinned ear to ear and says she said hi, but I didn't hear it! So I tell them that we're there as her bday gift and she's super nervous and they were unbelievably sweet! So we got our picture. I'd post it, but it's a polaroid and kind of dark. I may try later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then on the way back to the concert area, my friend tells me she has 2 VIP passes for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So not only did we get to do the Meet &amp; Greet, but we got to sit really close to the stage!! in the VIP section!!!!!!! I SO OWE THIS GIRL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We missed Keith Anderson's first few songs, and got there right before he did 'Pickin' Wildflowers' he was great.  Then Blake Shelton came out and - oh man- just don't even get me started!!! (next time I want to meet him!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Katlynn got a t-shirt - she's so sweet she got a bigger size so that after I have the baby I can wear it too! (isn't she a sweety).  We danced and sang and just had a really great time.  It was hot, but it didn't rain and it wasn't nearly as hot as it was supposed to be!!!  The poor kid was so tired that by 11ish she was sitting down with her head in her hand almost asleep! And we were really close to the stage so it was way loud!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since we parked in the VIP parking pass section getting out was easy and didn't take long.  LOTS of drunk people walking to their cars!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll try and bring my stuff and scan pics tomorrow or the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, and I know I am old and all that but "JOE DON ROONEY HAD HIS ARM AROUND ME!!" silly I know, but hey in person he is hot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All in all those three guys are so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess I'll quit gushing now.  One more thing, all night that night Katlynn kept looking at me going "Mom, we got to meet Rascal Flatts!" and then the next Monday she wore her shirt and was the talk of the class!! So I made her week. She thinks I rock!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112490208418661139?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112490208418661139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112490208418661139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112490208418661139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112490208418661139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-answer-to-concert-question.html' title='In answer to the CONCERT question . . . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112490264777586242</id><published>2005-08-24T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:57:27.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this in an email so I thought I'd SHARE -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Answer the Questions by copying this e-mail and pasting it into a new one, only answer if you have the time, if you don't I wont take it personal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. First name? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stormie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Do you wish on stars? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. When did you last cry? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the other night while watching some sappy tv show - I have an excuse, I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5  Do you like your handwriting?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite lunch meat? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;salty ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. If you were another person would you be friends with you?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a journal? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Would you bungee jump? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;NO WAY - I like me feet on the ground!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. What is your favorite cereal?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;frosted mini wheats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think that you are strong?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; in most ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's CHunky Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Shoe Size? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8 - 81/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. Red or Pink? Pink&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; I cry too easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you miss most?   &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If they have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tan capris and white sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;string cheese&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;24.  What are you listening to right now?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25.  If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you married, divorced, seperated, eternally engaged, or single? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;married 10 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. Any children?  (Names and ages please) &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Katlynn 10, Kiersten 6, and one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Any grandchildren?  (Names and ages please)  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Who is LEAST LIKELY to respond to this? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is MOST LIKELY to respond to this? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When is your birthday?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;July 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. What is your favorite kind of food?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your favorite restaurant?  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Little Italy in Buffalo NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 34. Favorite fast food?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Charlie's Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What is your MIDDLE name?  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. What kind of jewelry are you wearing NOW? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wedding ring &amp; earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you left handed or right handed?  right&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the weather like where you live? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I live in Oklahoma so it changes hourly - right now it is 77 degrees and is supposed to be 90 today w/chance of thunderstorms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 39. What city and state do you live in? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you pray?&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any tattoos? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; 2 -a four leaf clover and a sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Any piercings? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So now I think that the following should participate, and anyone else that wants to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Redneck Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MrsCoach2U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Smalltown Starlit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112490264777586242?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112490264777586242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112490264777586242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112490264777586242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112490264777586242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-got-this-in-email-so-i-thought-id.html' title='I got this in an email so I thought I&apos;d SHARE -'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112482543784547359</id><published>2005-08-23T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:30:37.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T3 - TOP TEN TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TOP TEN THINGS PEOPLE DO TO IRRITATE THE CRAP OUT OF ME!! (Today anyway, it may change tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. When asked for their phone # when they are leaving a message they reply "you have my #" (like I have all day to go hunt down everyone that calls' ###).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. My boss calling 3,000 times on his cell phone while away from the office - (i.e., on his way to the office, he'll be 10 minutes away and call and talk all the way here - or be on his way to Carthage or neosho, having just left the office and call and talk forever or on his way back from somewhere he'll be 10 minutes from here and call and talk the entire way!!! so I spend many wasted minutes on the phone so that he can feel like he's doing something productive - which it isn't productive!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Faxing me stupid "take a vacation for $159.99" flyers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. People calling repeatedly saying "he hasn't returned my call yet, did YOU give him the message" (No I hide them from him and until he finds them he can't return his calls!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. knock on the door to the office rather than just walking in, it's not a home, it's a business why would you knock - I'm not a hostess that needs to greet you at the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. When I finally find a pen I love and someone swipes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Clients that call every 20 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. People telling me how huge I am for only being 5 1/2 months pregnant - like I don't look in the mirror everyday and have to try and find something to wear, I need them to tell me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. People that don't put handsoap in their bathroom - what are you supposed to wash your hands with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. People that make things much harder than they need to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112482543784547359?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112482543784547359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112482543784547359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112482543784547359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112482543784547359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/t3-top-ten-tuesday.html' title='T3 - TOP TEN TUESDAY'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112448010553293989</id><published>2005-08-19T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:35:05.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout the happy dance, IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I can't begin to tell you how pleased I am that it is Friday! Of course, my lazy dream of doing absolutely nothing all weekend won't happen - but, hey, I am ok with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;a href="http://www.rascalflatts.com/"&gt;RASCAL FLATTS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.keithanderson.com/"&gt;KEITH ANDERSON &lt;/a&gt;&amp; &lt;a href="http://www.blakeshelton.com/"&gt;BLAKE SHELTON &lt;/a&gt;concert at the big fancy casino!! My daughter is beside herself she's so excited! I am crossing my fingers it doesn't rain and ruin it!!! It is supposed to be 100 degrees, but raining!!!! Oy, Oklahoma weather definitely leaves something to be desired!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ok, I'm sure you all are aware that Joe Don Rooney is a Picher native, if you're not from here Picher is honestly one of those towns that if you blink you'll miss it. When I was in high school we all chased the guys from Picher, something in the water - they were hot. (granted we were 16-17 and from looking at pictures, didn't have the greatest taste!) But hey look at Joe Don, he's hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;As for Keith Anderson, he is a Miami native. My husband went to high school with him. I don't remember him from school, he is around 5 years older than me. Oh, and his aunt lives down the road from one of my best friends and was there last Thanksgiving! of course I was in KC so I didn't get to gawk. And last time he was in concert here it was test night for my self-defense class so I didn't get to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Now Blake Shelton, I don't know where he's from but he still looks good and has a great voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;This will be my first totally sober concert. I probably shouldn't admit that, kinda makes me sound like a lush!! OOPS. My first concert ever was &lt;a href="http://www.motley.com/index.php"&gt;Motley Crue &lt;/a&gt;and yes I was sooooo infatuated with Tommy Lee! It was the Girls, Girls, Girls tour. Isn't that just pathetic!!! I think my favorite concert ever was and will always be &lt;a href="http://www.bobseger.com/news.aspx"&gt;Bob Seger&lt;/a&gt;! A bunch of us went and we had the best time. It was a great concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Well maybe I'll just list the concerts I've seen, right here and now, in no particular order, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;1. Motley Crue (in North Carolina when I was 14 and in Dallas when I was 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;2. Oz fest - OZZY rocks! (been a few times in KC-oddly enough this was after marriage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;3. AC/DC - (in KC -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;4. Bob Seger (KC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;5. Steve Miller Band (KC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;6. Alabama (in Tulsa, I was 16 - hey wait I was sober at this one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.traceadkins.com/main/"&gt;TRACE ADKINS&lt;/a&gt; (here in Miami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;8. Bad Company (more times than I can count- in Tulsa &amp;amp; Dallas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.lynyrdskynyrd.com/"&gt;Lynyrd Skynyrd &lt;/a&gt;(just about as many times as Bad Company)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;10. and I went to some boy band that was popular when I was 17 in Buffalo, I went to chaperone my bfriends little sister, I can't even remember who it was!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;11.  Guns -n-Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;and that is all I can think of right now - it seems like I am forgetting some - oh and as of tomorrow I can add -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;12.  Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;13.  Keith Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;14.  Blake Shelton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;So I guess I'll quit playing remember when! and get back to work!  hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112448010553293989?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112448010553293989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112448010553293989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112448010553293989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112448010553293989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/breakout-happy-dance-its-friday.html' title='Breakout the happy dance, IT&apos;S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112440077087583023</id><published>2005-08-18T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:32:50.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISSED whiney Wednesday!! oops</title><content type='html'>I had to leave work early to go to some appointments and didn't get my post done before I left. And I don't have any pictures with me to take part in HNT soooo I'll just babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dr. yesterday for my monthly appointment. Heard the baby's heartbeat (it's so cool to hear it, even though I've heard it numerous times!). They measured my belly and weighed me (that part sucks) and told me everything looked good. I do however have to go have a full retinal exam at the eye doctors. I have been seeing stars (every now and then) and I can't wear my contacts over a couple of hours and my eyes get foggy, and even wearing my glasses all day my eyes get foggy. So she wants me to go have this done. Just what I needed another bill to pay!! Oh well, I like being able to see so I guess I'll go. Oh yeah, she also grinned and said looks like you'll probably be our New Year's baby. It left me wondering If I was their only patient with a January 1st due date?!?!? It would be cool to have the New Year Baby. Hopefully it will involve free diapers! That'd be terrific!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to our Girl Scout Service Unit meeting the other day and I guess we are going to go camping as a unit sometime soon. It should be fun. If you read the &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diva&lt;/a&gt; then you've read her story about calling our Service Unit Manager's daughter a nazi to the manager's face in her home, granted the diva didn't yet know she was speaking of the woman's daughter! Yeah, it was hysterical! Anyway the 'nazi' as she was so labeled by the &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com"&gt;Diva&lt;/a&gt; will be on this camping trip, so it should be interesting to see who she blasts this time! (Sherry if by chance you're reading this I am soooooooo kidding here!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it should be fun. I haven't told my husband yet, he'll probably tell me I'm nuts considering I'm 5 1/2 months pregnant! Oh well I know how to inflate the blowup mattress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad tomorrow is Friday. This has been a long week, with school starting and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't you should go look at &lt;a href="http://aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;April's&lt;/a&gt; Half Nekkid Thursday post! It's almost frightening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll find some work to do before I leave for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112440077087583023?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112440077087583023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112440077087583023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112440077087583023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112440077087583023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-missed-whiney-wednesday-oops.html' title='I MISSED whiney Wednesday!! oops'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112412446332886062</id><published>2005-08-15T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:39:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring.. . . . ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;We went to Clinton, Friday evening and it started raining late that evening. Saturday it rained pretty much all day, we came home very late Saturday night and it rained most of the way home. Sunday it rained off and on all day. And now as if Monday isn't bad enough on its own, it's been raining all morning. I don't mind the rain, it just makes me want to crawl into bed or on the couch and snooze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;After the birthday party Saturday my sister-in-law drove us to Belton to go to Kohl's. My oldest has been seeing the kohl's commercial with the new Candie's line and such and wanted to go for school clothes. They were having a one day sale (I know all the stores have them routinely) and oh man did I ever get off cheaper due to this sale!! She got the cutest pair of reeboks (Black/pink) for $30, her foot has grown soooo much, she's wearing my size!! She's only 10. They both got backpacks and a couple of outfits so their good for now. I wait til September when it starts cooling off to take them for fall/winter clothes. It alleviates the 2 months of wanting to wear clothes that it is entirely too hot for. And considering all the money I had to shell out for spring/summer clothes, they can get a little more wear outta them since there's no way they'll wear them next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well I start my 21st week tomorrow, so I've made it past that halfway point! The baby is moving ALOT only not so drastic as others can feel it yet, but I image that will come soon. The girls keep asking if they can feel it yet. It's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am so tired today, I guess it's just the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112412446332886062?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112412446332886062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112412446332886062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112412446332886062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112412446332886062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-raining-its-pouring-old-man-is.html' title='It&apos;s raining, it&apos;s pouring, the old man is snoring.. . . . ..'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112387434979077050</id><published>2005-08-12T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:25:40.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things keep hitting my window.  . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ok, maybe I should explain. In my office there are these three windows and outside fairly close to the building are a lot of trees. Well things randomly fall and/or collide with my windows, tree limbs, acorns, birds, and yesterday a squirrel fell off and hit it too!! I am so not kidding it was a gray squirrel and he hit hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Now that your all excited by my amazing squirrel story I'll move on to something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Last night my daughters were doing chores. The elder one was unloading the dishwasher and the younger one was mopping (water mopping) and they were of course bickering about who knows what. So it becomes physical. Now mind you it is almost always the littler one that throws the first punch/slap/kick whatever so I listened for a while and threw in the occasional could you two quit please. So after this goes on for a bit, (shorty had been crying for several minutes) she comes in bawling about her sister having hit her. I casually asked if she had hit her big sister first and her reply was "(through tears and all) yes, but she hit me harder and more times!!!" I know it's twisted that I think this is funny, but the kid tells on herself everytime!! I just hope it continues (the tattling on herself, not the hitting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Well &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diva's&lt;/a&gt; post on offering her husband a blow job for his troubles had me rolling on the floor and it reminded me of a similar conversation I had with Mr. Divinity a few weeks ago. I was asking him when he was going to put the pool up, and he said he didn't know. I told him that it wasn't for the kids I really, really wanted the pool up for me! He smiles and says something about if he had the time the next day or maybe by the end of the week. Well I pop off with I really want the pool up, I'd even consider giving him sexual favors in return (he's grinning like you wouldn't believe) and then (here's the funny part) I finish with saying "I don't even have to be involved" - ok as he is falling off the couching laughing at this final remark I am trying to explain what I meant, etc. - he was laughing to hard to so I gave up and realized just what I had said. Sometimes I should just open my mouth and insert my foot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;And if he ever found out I wrote about that on here he'd have a fit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, we went and saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. It was good, both my daughters liked it, the younger one didn't get all of it, but she liked it. My older one loved it! I am apparently the sappiest person on earth cause I cried (ok maybe not the sappiest my aunt went too and she cried - at least I have the excuse that I'm pregnant!) It isn't a sad movie, it's upbeat and a 'this is how we got through by helping each other' movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;You should see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Well I should be working, so I guess I'll go for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112387434979077050?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112387434979077050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112387434979077050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112387434979077050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112387434979077050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-keep-hitting-my-window.html' title='Things keep hitting my window.  . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112370378597542059</id><published>2005-08-10T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:58:11.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope For Henry Foundation</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was floating through some blogs and came across this old blog and couldn't quit reading it. It was written by a woman that had given birth to a beautiful little boy named Henry only find out he had a birth defect and then to make matters worse they discovered that the defect was due to him having Fanconi anemia. He had a weak heart and needed surgery, but even if he received the surgeries and they went well he would have to have a bone marrow transplant if there was going to be any chance for him to live. And the transplant needed to be from a sibling, because unrelated donors didn't work. So this blog chronicled the steps these parents took to try and save their son. Through a specialist they sought to have a child through IVF and determine before conception whether or not this child would genetically match Henry and whether or not it would also have the disease. It didn't work, they did however end up having to more sons, Jack and Joe. And Henry passed away in 2002. They created this foundation "Hope for Henry" in hopes of helping other children and families with this horrible disease. I wanted to post the link to this blog, but accidentally lost it so I am posting the link to the Foundation's website, it's an incredible story.  &lt;a href="http://www.hopeforhenry.org/index.html"&gt;http://www.hopeforhenry.org/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112370378597542059?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112370378597542059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112370378597542059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112370378597542059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112370378597542059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/hope-for-henry-foundation.html' title='Hope For Henry Foundation'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112370244759637041</id><published>2005-08-10T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:34:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHINEY WEDNESDAY!</title><content type='html'>I had almost forgotten what day of the week it was.  My list is a short one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My feet are apparently swelling, stretching whatever they just don't want to go into my shoes. (said shoes being heels, which I shouldn't be wearing anyway)&lt;br /&gt;*Almost all of my shoes are heels (and I like the 2" heels) the others are flipflops and sneakers, I am expected to 'dress up' for work so flipflops and sneakers aren't going to work! Mr. Divinity is just going to love that I have to get new shoes! He already gives me a hard time about having 50 pairs!&lt;br /&gt;*I have no desire to work today, but I'm stuck here til 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;*I want to go to ladies' night tomorrow, but am having no luck finding a sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, however, I do reserve the right to come back and add to this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112370244759637041?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112370244759637041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112370244759637041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112370244759637041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112370244759637041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/whiney-wednesday_10.html' title='WHINEY WEDNESDAY!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112362459879993941</id><published>2005-08-09T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:56:38.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are so stupid. . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well if thats not a nice way to start off a blog I don't know what is.  Kidding, only kidding.  No really I work in an attorney's office and boy let me tell you some days I wonder if stupid people out rank us like '10 to 1'!! I mean really.  I'm not going to give my, oh I don't know 10 examples from today, but believe me you'd agree.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe it's hormones, I don't know, but generally I am an EXTREMELY patient person.  It takes quite a bit to unnerve me, this is something I worked at for years because I watched my parents' tempers flare all throughout my childhood and decided I wouldn't be like that.  I have a raging temper once I'm past 'that point' and all hell will break loose and I hate that feeling. Not to mention I can hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe! It has been pointed out to me on many occasions how people assume I have a hellofa temper due to my red hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Well, I have a decent amount of Irish blood in me (hence the red hair) and boy that expression "make my blood boil" must've been coined by an irishman!! So my point being, here lately know matter what I do to squelch my temper it keeps rising and rising for really small things!  Mr. Divinity thinks it's kind of amusing.  And sitting here writing this I just laughed at myself.  Right now the main contributors to my wanting to physical harm someone seems to be 1) My boss (can't hurt him he signs my checks -ok well I sign my check, but he puts the money in the bank) 2) the vast majority of our clients 3) potential clients, that don't really need a lawyer, have any money, but just feel the need to call me during my work day and, 4) those wonderful strangers that like to tell me how HUGE I am for only being 5 months pregnant (oh and w/my second child at 5 months I looked more like 81/2 months, so I'm thinkin' I'm doin' pretty good).  And truth be told I'm not walking around in a bad mood, I'm most usually in a good mood (kinda of tired, but happy).  So that tee-shirt I go from 0 to Bitch in 1.9 seconds well apparently that is me in a nutshell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let's just all pray I make it through without physically assaulting anyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I'm going to take the girls to see "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" tonight. I actually need to clean my home, but I said I would so there it is.  I'll let you know how it is later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you haven't read it &lt;a href="http://aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;april&lt;/a&gt; has this great double meaning dictionary thing up, you should go check it out, it's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well I'm going to go it's 5PM and I can leave now!! Have a wonderful evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112362459879993941?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112362459879993941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112362459879993941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112362459879993941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112362459879993941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-people-are-so-stupid.html' title='Some people are so stupid. . . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112317288903622074</id><published>2005-08-04T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:30:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is from Smalltown Starlit's page . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Name a television theme song that describes you.I looked and looked and well if you know me you’ll see this as fitting, if not, well it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Day at a Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Theme by John and Nancy Barry)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is it. This is it.&lt;br /&gt;This is life, the one you get&lt;br /&gt;So go and have a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. This is it&lt;br /&gt;Straight ahead and rest assured&lt;br /&gt;You can’t be sure at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you’re here enjoy the view&lt;br /&gt;Keep on doing what you do&lt;br /&gt;So hold on tight we'll muddle through&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up on your feet. Up on your feet&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there’s music playing.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry none&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just take it like it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you more Katie, Matt, Ann, or Al?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am more like I don’t know I guess a mix of Ann and Katie? I’m really not sure. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What type of house pet would you be?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Probably a cat. I like to come and go as I please, can handle petting, but prefer it when I want it not on demand. And I like to be fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Most embarrassing moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Geez, I could name a dozen or more of these, let me think the best I guess would be…..when I waited tables in a country bar (r&amp;amp;b) and I had a tray full of drinks some cowboy (or girl) thought it would be humorous to trip me and I went sailing all that beer landed on me and of course it's dark in there so I just looked like a clutz that couldn't walk! Everyone clapped for me as I sat in the floor dripping beer! And let me tell you those pitchers hold a lot of beer! So I looked like a drowned rat with a very wet tshirt!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The age old first of school question: What did you do over summer vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Worked. Took the kids swimming. Went to my sister’s in Paola. Went to Cabela’s. Went to the lake. Nothing to exciting really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112317288903622074?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112317288903622074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112317288903622074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112317288903622074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112317288903622074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-from-smalltown-starlits-page.html' title='This is from Smalltown Starlit&apos;s page . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112308872441550256</id><published>2005-08-03T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:05:24.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't really have any whines today other than the STUPID Office Depot site and my computer won't play nice and let me order the things I need to order!!! and I have forgotten to order all week so I am down to like 2 envelopes!! oops!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Good things this weeks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*I am going to the hospital today for my ultrasound the one that is supposed to make sure everything is ok and tell me the sex (I wasn't actually supposed to have the one done 2 weeks ago that he did).  So this is ok cuz I get to leave work in a few minutes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*I got the loan(well my nanny did) for my van yesterday, and I am going to go pay for it today!! Hooray!! - I have been having to drive my dad's truck since I totalled my car on May 24th! Now don't get me wrong I completely appreciate my dad loaning me his truck otherwise I'd have been on foot!! I will just be glad to have my own vehicle and even though I love a 4wd truck, I have learned that I HATE having to be the one that pays for the gas that goes into it!! I went from spending around $100 a month on gas (I drive 30 minutes to and from work) to spending around $200 to $250 (that's if I only go to work and home)!!!!!!!!!! So I digress - I'm happy to be getting a vehicle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*My sister is coming to visit this weekend with her two kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And probably a few other things, but I have to leave now so see ya or type ya I guess, later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Have an wonderful whiney wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112308872441550256?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112308872441550256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112308872441550256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112308872441550256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112308872441550256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/whiney-wednesday.html' title='Whiney Wednesday'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112291531581281350</id><published>2005-08-01T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:55:15.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope this doesn't bore you to tears. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;1. Ten years ago – I had just had Katlynn on July 12th and was recovering;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five years ago – I was enrolling for my 3rd semester at Missouri Southern State University, and starting my internship with a lawyer in Miami;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One year ago – I was working at my same job, Katlynn had just turned 9, I was starting my 2nd to last semester at Missouri Southern and trying to talk my hubby into trying for a 3rd baby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yesterday-We had spent the weekend with family at the lake and I didn’t get home it around 6, so I was being lazy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Today – work – eewww Monday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tomorrow – eewww work;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Five snacks I enjoy – choc. Chip cookies, Gelato, sundae toppers pudding, oatmeal concrete, pb &amp; j;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Five bands I know the lyrics of most of their songs: Rascal Flatts, Bad Company, Bob Seger, Motley Crue (I know I shouldn’t admit that, but hey once upon a time . . .. . ), Tim McGraw;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Five things I would do with $100,000,000 – Donate or start a charity for homeless children, donate to my church &amp; school, pay off my bills, pay off my parents bills, build a large home in the country, take a trip to Ireland, take everyone on a family vacation, and well the list just keeps on going;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Five locations I'd like to run away to: New Zealand, Colorado, Alaska, Cancun, Nantucket;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Five Bad Habits: popping my knuckles, eating junk food, worrying about things I can’t fix, cracking my gum, avoiding the dentist; (geez, a few years ago I could’ve really get that list going!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Five things I like doing: watching movies, cooking, doing stuff with my kids, reading, shopping;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Five T.V. shows I like: Lost, Medium, CSI, Desperate Housewives and Gilmore Girls;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Famous People I’d like to meet: Tim McGraw, Angelina Jolie, John Edwards (the almost VP), the plumber on Desperate Housewives, Eric Bana (Prince Hector in Troy);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Biggest joys at the moment: my kids, its almost fall, I’m pregnant, we’re making headway on redoing our house, I’m pregnant;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite toys: digital camera, computer, palm and I can’t think of any other toys I have!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Five people to tag: any five that would like to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112291531581281350?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112291531581281350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112291531581281350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112291531581281350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112291531581281350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hope-this-doesnt-bore-you-to-tears.html' title='I hope this doesn&apos;t bore you to tears. . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112249929977035239</id><published>2005-07-27T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:21:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHINEY WEDNESDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;OK, I was going to post earlier and all I could come up with was whiney stuff and I told myself that I would have to wait cause Whiney Wednesday was tomorrow! Well then I opened the &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diva's&lt;/a&gt; blog and realized I'm a day behind and it's already Wednesday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;So here goes nothin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* my feet are throbbing, because apparently 4:00pmish is their time to be put up due to the impending swelling! Oh and I had to lose my shoes an hour or so ago, due to the marks the straps were CUTTING into my feet! another pair of shoes bites the dust!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* the vast majority of my clothes are not fitting, and I'm having a time finding things to wear to work - I only have a few maternity things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* My body has decided that since I'm now 32, pregnant and such it is a good time to get zits!!! Never had them much in high school -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* My eyes are itchy &amp; dry - a combination of pregnancy &amp;amp; contacts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* My boss has decided to become a nit picker - periodically!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* We're going to the lake this weekend and that means a bathing &lt;a href="mailto:suit!!@!Ugh"&gt;suit!!@!Ugh&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* My house is a complete mess! We are moving katlynn into her own room and so stuff is strung from here to Alaska - I'm not supposed to be lifting anything to heavy and we need to move 2 dressers and her bed (my husband is in KC working - don't stalk me I was the best shot in my firearms class!!) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* I realized last night the the dust is so thick on my ceiling fans they're actually a different color!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* My oven has decided to strike and just about everything I have in the freezer needs to be baked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* It's almost time for school to start again and I haven't been able to take vacation days to spend with my kids, cuz I was off when I was in the hospital, and the wreck, etc. and it doesn't look like I'll be able to before they start back to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* Again my clothes aren't fitting!! My shoes are too tight (I've been wearing flip flops to work!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* JcPenneys is having a great sale on maternity clothes and Shoe carnival is having a big sale and I'm soooooooooooooo broke!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;* I haven't gotten a vehicle yet - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ok, well that went on a lot longer than I meant for it to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;But I do feel better, cuz now I'm laughing at myself for being such a whiner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112249929977035239?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112249929977035239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112249929977035239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112249929977035239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112249929977035239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/07/whiney-wednesday.html' title='WHINEY WEDNESDAY!!!'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112231755571915226</id><published>2005-07-25T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:52:36.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila makes her clothes fall off. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;well, I'm not entirely sure what the name of this song really is, but it was playing and I don't know about anyone else but I can relate! I know I shouldn't admit that to the masses, but (when not pregnant) I have to avoid tequila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Last night I was sitting on the couch eating cereal [I am currently having cereal for at least 2 meals a day!] with Mr. Divinity and watching TV. We could here our two lovely daughters in the kitchen fighting and I calmly requested he make them stop. So he hollers something at them (big help!!) and a few minutes later our oldest walks into the living room completely disgusted and says "Mom! I took a perfectly clean new spoon out of the drawer and sat it on the counter beside my bowl and she 'LICKED IT', 'LICKED IT'!!!" Now mind you I had just taken a rather large bite of corn pops w/milk and at the end of her sentence all I could do was try desperately not to laugh and spit my mouthful out all over the living room! My husband is looking at me trying really hard not to laugh at me, and our precious daughter is looking (and rightfully so I must say) quite disgusted with me - and also trying not to laugh at me. She realizes it will be a bit before I can compose myself and her father isn't going to help her so she stomps out. As I finally get it under control from the other room Katlynn (the oldest) yells, "Mom aren't you at least going to get her in trouble!!!" Ok, luckily I did not have another mouthful of cereal yet, because the laughing was only reignited with this plea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I know I'm terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So I holler for the little miss to hightail her little tush into the living room and explain herself. You'll love her defense [Always remember a good defense is a better offense] she says "but mom, she licked MY spoon first". Ok, so lets just leave it at this, neither of my children actually got into trouble for the spoon licking - their mother found it too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;After they both had walked off I looked at Mr. Divinity and said "that little one gets those things from you!" He then starts laughing and says, "Oh no, I can totally see you doing that to your sister when you were little!!" Ok, so maybe he's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Have you heard, the &lt;a href="http://redneckdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redneck Diva &lt;/a&gt;has made it to the finals in the &lt;a href="http://samjohnson2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss RSJS pageant&lt;/a&gt; the final voting begins Wednesday at midnight so everyone should remember to go and vote for her, she really, really, really wants this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I had to go to the store at lunch to buy a birthday present for my friend's little boy whose party is tonight [can you spell procrastinator - actually I was just broke until today!] and my point is I had to go ahead and by the new Harry Potter book. Ok I could try and tell you that it was only for my daughter, but it'd be a lie! Yes she does like the books and does want this one to complete her hardback collection (she used her own money to buy at least 2 of them and received the others from us at Christmas and/or bday) but I just couldn't wait to read it. Isn't that silly? Oh well, there's my confession for the week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well apparently I am long winded today, but I have a rearload of work to do so I had better get to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112231755571915226?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112231755571915226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112231755571915226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112231755571915226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112231755571915226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/07/tequila-makes-her-clothes-fall-off.html' title='Tequila makes her clothes fall off. . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920407.post-112206843759819116</id><published>2005-07-22T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:40:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the yellow brick road. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So I'm not sure where that came from, but anyway. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I truly lack any form of motivation today (where my work is concerned).  I got here this morning and the air conditioner would not kick on!! It was so stinking hot I was sweating (Pregnant here!!)  my boss was in Carthage in a dissolution trial so I couldn't call him to ok my calling the heat &amp; air guy.  So I went upstairs to PC's office (there is a window unit up there) turned on his air and came back downstairs to wait until it was cool enough up there to take refuge!!  So during my eternal wait my boss calls and I tell him what's going on.  He agrees that I take shelter upstairs and says he'll call the air guy.  So 30 minutes later or so he makes it to the office about the same time PC does and low and behold they determine that since only one of us can work in the office upstairs it should be me and they should go and play golf!! Those to are so hopeless.  So we head downstairs to leave for lunch only to discover the air has mysteriously kicked on! Guess what, they headed to the golf course anyway!  It has however made for a wonderfully peaceful afternoon. I can see the allure of being outside in 106* weather hitting a tiny white ball and sweating my rear off!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I think I mentioned in my last post that we were told the baby is a boy!  This is shocking considering I have 2 girls and there are only two boys on my side of the family!  I tried to put this baby count down thing on here, but couldn't get it to work and was irritable so I gave up.  Maybe I'll try again later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well I'm off for the weekend, I'm hoping to get my husband to put our pool up this weekend! He is the king of excuses, although they are running thin his last response was "I'm not putting it up tonight!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920407-112206843759819116?l=irishdivinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112206843759819116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920407&amp;postID=112206843759819116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112206843759819116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920407/posts/default/112206843759819116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishdivinity.blogspot.com/2005/07/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow the yellow brick road. . . . .'/><author><name>Irish Divinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228172435996065554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
