<?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-5957833247597271562</id><updated>2012-03-16T12:30:07.583-07:00</updated><category term='GH'/><category term='Diabetes'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='accent hot guy'/><category term='ER'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Tula'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='Mateo'/><category term='Blake Lewis'/><category term='music'/><category term='Vent'/><category term='Type 1'/><category term='Crazy.'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Biggest Loser'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Thanksgiving cooking'/><category term='Once'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='family'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Fit'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='P.S. I Love You'/><category term='mu'/><category term='BB8'/><category term='google'/><category term='GH Dreams'/><category term='Liason'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Ordinary Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of an ordinary working mother of two and obsessive hobbyist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2669773930574750608</id><published>2010-05-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:40:59.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum Tree Studio Robot Tee Guest Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/plum-tree-studio-robot-tee-guest.html"&gt;Plum Tree Studio Robot Tee Guest Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOSH! This is the cutest shirt I have seen in forever! I am always trying to find cute shirts for Mateo and this would be perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2669773930574750608?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/plum-tree-studio-robot-tee-guest.html' title='Plum Tree Studio Robot Tee Guest Giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2669773930574750608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2669773930574750608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2669773930574750608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2669773930574750608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2010/05/plum-tree-studio-robot-tee-guest.html' title='Plum Tree Studio Robot Tee Guest Giveaway'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1098090568356188642</id><published>2010-01-06T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:09:28.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy halloweenthanksgivingChristmasandnewyear</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, so I've been absent for most of it. Just from here though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing new around these parts. We had a fun Halloween, stuffed ourselves on Thanksgiving, had a wonderful Christmas and had a blast on NYE playing with our wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all healthy and well, what more can you ask? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been in a blah mood ever since my last post. Don't know why, just blech. I did go to a retreat in August, not even sure I posted about it. But that blew up in my face with unexpected events. UGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was catching up on some blogs, and came across &lt;a href="http://www.staciesmadness.com/"&gt;Stacie's&lt;/a&gt; Urban Dictionary post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh, because I typed in my name and it was sooo right..(yeah especially the hot part! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do this. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com"&gt;www.urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; type in your name and see what comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Meaning "princess"-often leo's or cancers. Very athletic and amazingly hot.And almost everyone has bown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy#1:wow that girl was hot and a good kisser &lt;br /&gt;guy#2:do you know her name? &lt;br /&gt;guy#1: no but most likely it was andrea &lt;br /&gt;guy#2: true dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see how true, I mean, I am the epitomy of athletic!) But seriously, it totally got my Leo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1098090568356188642?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1098090568356188642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1098090568356188642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1098090568356188642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1098090568356188642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-halloweenthanksgivingchristmasand.html' title='Happy halloweenthanksgivingChristmasandnewyear'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2855959877976358030</id><published>2009-10-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:38:45.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabby Apple Dare to Design Limoncello Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>LOVE LOVE this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/shabby-apple-dare-to-design-limoncello.html"&gt;Shabby Apple Dare to Design Limoncello Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2855959877976358030?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/shabby-apple-dare-to-design-limoncello.html' title='Shabby Apple Dare to Design Limoncello Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2855959877976358030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2855959877976358030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2855959877976358030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2855959877976358030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/10/shabby-apple-dare-to-design-limoncello.html' title='Shabby Apple Dare to Design Limoncello Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6535082640435964777</id><published>2009-08-07T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:22:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>A little dissappointed with the winner. Don't get me wrong, Jeanine is really good. I was originally rooting for Jeanette.. Then Kayla or Brandon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share my favorite dance EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this dance. It touched me. The struggle to set free from something that holds you back. Plus that song. Ahh, it goes perfect. LOVES IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://d.yimg.com/ht/yep/YV_YEP.swf"  id="video1" name="video1" bgcolor="#000" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="event_function=YAHOO.yv.Player.SWFInterface&amp;forceProxy=1&amp;id=14939790&amp;vid=5701197&amp;autoPlay=1&amp;onsite=1&amp;site=video.yahoo.com&amp;page=792730258&amp;lang=en-US&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http://l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/10450/90904751.jpeg" height="415" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;      &lt;div style="font-size:0.9em;"&gt;      &lt;a href="/watch/2017472-sytycd-season-5-finale-judges-favorites-nigel-lythgoe-gravity-by-sara-bareilles-addiction-contemporary-by-mia-michaels-kayla-and-kupono"&gt;SYTYCD Season 5 Finale: Judges’ Favorites - Nigel Lythgoe: “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles (Addiction) Contemporary by Mia Michaels -  Kayla and Kupono&lt;/a&gt;- Watch more &lt;a href="http://vodpod.com/music"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://vodpod.com"&gt;Vodpod&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6535082640435964777?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6535082640435964777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6535082640435964777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6535082640435964777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6535082640435964777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/08/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5036794892213547002</id><published>2009-07-07T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:25:35.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>Mateo's new word of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh the horror!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially, like this weekend, when it was hot and and the icee machine at the movie theatre wasn't working. :?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5036794892213547002?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5036794892213547002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5036794892213547002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5036794892213547002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5036794892213547002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/07/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8320275606375942478</id><published>2009-07-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:38:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am aware it's only thr 2nd, but today is my Friday, and I am oh so excited to get this extra day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be on the CPU (except maybe facebook!) this weekend, so wanted to say Happy 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your celebrations be happy and safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8320275606375942478?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8320275606375942478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8320275606375942478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8320275606375942478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8320275606375942478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5932081716777066424</id><published>2009-06-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:18:18.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've become slightly addicted to facebook. Which has taken some time from my blogging here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These past couple weeks have been a blur. Graduations, Family drama. Just the whole enchilada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus I have what my doctors think might be gall stones. So dealing with those issues for quite a while, just not feeling myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I share some pics, for those of you &lt;em&gt;*ahemStacieahem*&lt;/em&gt; that don't have facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victor's High School Graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201961620819554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-8VmcBzmI/AAAAAAAABWY/lbGJnEte32M/s400/ry%253D495.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7-JsOIRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Y-oK81onwH0/s1600-h/ry=487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201558767116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7-JsOIRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Y-oK81onwH0/s400/ry%253D487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud momma and poppa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-793XMWgI/AAAAAAAABWI/RW85sbJJsD0/s1600-h/ry=486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201553847081474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-793XMWgI/AAAAAAAABWI/RW85sbJJsD0/s400/ry%253D486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-79qhRtLI/AAAAAAAABWA/WI_RDXSzw10/s1600-h/ry=485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201550399714482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-79qhRtLI/AAAAAAAABWA/WI_RDXSzw10/s400/ry%253D485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mateo's Promotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a ham, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7zOI1ijI/AAAAAAAABVw/DeB9KrgrlAc/s1600-h/ry=488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201370982320690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7zOI1ijI/AAAAAAAABVw/DeB9KrgrlAc/s400/ry%253D488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7y06YeCI/AAAAAAAABVo/hU6KRoZH6DY/s1600-h/ry=490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201364210808866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-7y06YeCI/AAAAAAAABVo/hU6KRoZH6DY/s400/ry%253D490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5932081716777066424?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5932081716777066424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5932081716777066424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5932081716777066424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5932081716777066424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/06/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sj-8VmcBzmI/AAAAAAAABWY/lbGJnEte32M/s72-c/ry%253D495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1421344972260661439</id><published>2009-05-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:00:28.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>Seriously every time I watch the Biggest Loser, I cry.. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is seriously the Godfather of Biggest Loser. I love his son, Mike. This week when Ron barely made the marathon, as he was approaching the finish line, flanked by previous season winners, ambulances wailing in the background, firetrucks in line waiting, because he could have easily collapsed, then watching his son on the other side of that finish line, praying, hoping that his dad would cross that finish line, tears in his eyes. oh.my.G-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are welling up in my eyes just remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1421344972260661439?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1421344972260661439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1421344972260661439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1421344972260661439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1421344972260661439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/05/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1771855796959101262</id><published>2009-05-07T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:29:03.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol is dead to me.</title><content type='html'>I am not a sore loser. I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, you are going to tell me that Danny and Kris are more talented than Allison????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can admit that Adam has a great voice, is a great performer. But he's not my cup of tea (sweet tea, hee.).  I can appreciate the guys has got talent. I'm not gonna vote for him. Allison however, IS also a great talent! She by far deserved to be in the final 2 with Adam. What a nail biter that would have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These other two, yes they can sing (and actually Kris has totally grown on me, while Danny has waned thise last couple of weeks), but I don't see them as Idol material. Kris is cute as all get out, and is humble and unique. Danny gets the symphaty vote, but that can only last so long. He is a great singer, but lacks finnesse.. Which we clearly saw on Tuesday's show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am boycotting (is this how Daughtry fans felt all those years ago?!).. I could care less who ends up in the final two. Let's face it. Adam is going to win it. So who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo dissapointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to let that out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1771855796959101262?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1771855796959101262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1771855796959101262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1771855796959101262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1771855796959101262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-is-dead-to-me.html' title='Idol is dead to me.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-422362239756563521</id><published>2009-05-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:59:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggo My Eggo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a nice day. I have a wicked case of an UTI, so really I didn't even want to move from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M loves him some legos.. Loves loves.. And now a days the only way I can get a picture of him, is if I trick him and tell him I'm really wanting a picture of whatever toy he has in hand. So I said, I really want to take a picture of your legos. Okay, mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to our carport and took some pictures, it's been a while since I've taken pictures just because.. and yes he was still in pj's at 1 p.m, and his hair wasn't brushed and his face wasn't washed, but I love him just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just hear Peter Gabriel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kdRui4I/AAAAAAAABU4/bot9iCpLoQI/s1600-h/ry%3D480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332044881838640002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kdRui4I/AAAAAAAABU4/bot9iCpLoQI/s400/ry%253D480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kTneRpI/AAAAAAAABUw/N_AAAy6Xoos/s1600-h/ry=480-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332044879245493906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kTneRpI/AAAAAAAABUw/N_AAAy6Xoos/s400/ry%253D480-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kCsttHI/AAAAAAAABUo/FMDVXUajLIY/s1600-h/ry=480-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332044874704073842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kCsttHI/AAAAAAAABUo/FMDVXUajLIY/s400/ry%253D480-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-422362239756563521?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/422362239756563521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=422362239756563521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/422362239756563521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/422362239756563521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/05/leggo-my-eggo.html' title='Leggo My Eggo'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/Sf86kdRui4I/AAAAAAAABU4/bot9iCpLoQI/s72-c/ry%253D480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1506837280888772701</id><published>2009-04-10T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:04:41.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*facebooking*</title><content type='html'>So recently I've become a little addicted to facebook.. Who knew!! I found alot of old friends from high school and beyond! It's great to reconnect with old friends, and of course, alot of my new friends too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So question. Hubs and I went to high school together. While in high school, there was ALOT of drama. ALOT! I was not a popular girl, per se, but knew alot of people. And for some reason or another, lots of people liked to make up rumors about me.. Hubs was extremely jealous and well, it wasn't really fun. Almost 20 years later, we are in a very good place right now. Have been for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I start searching out people on facebook, he tells me it starts bringing up all these things, he thought were buried. WTH? Seriously, this pisses me off to no end, cause I thought it was done and over it. I had people request me as a friend, some I didn't remember, but when he saw them, he proceeded to tell me that these were people he absolutely hated in HS, and was quite shocked and angry that I would be searching them out. I didn't do it on purpose, and I certainly didn't mean to hurt him. I guess alot of stuff went down with these people, that I didn't even realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do? Do I delete them? to appease my husband (I mean he was seriously hurt and pretty angry) Do I say fuck it, get over (which is what I feel like doing). I am not out to rekindle any sort of romantic relationships I had with any of these people. Mostly, I wanted to reconnect with old friends. High school, and even middle school, before I met him, where very fun times in life. Some of my most memorable times before baby. Of course, after having Vic at 15, my life turned completely upside down. I put on my big panties, and did what I was supposed to. Graduated a year early from high school, went to college, got a job, etc. I lost touch with alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did blame some of it on hubs. Telling him, it was his insecurities that were making him feel that way and he needed to deal with it. This is what it is, and what it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for the huge vent! kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1506837280888772701?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1506837280888772701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1506837280888772701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1506837280888772701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1506837280888772701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebooking.html' title='*facebooking*'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7756520248742556617</id><published>2009-04-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:47:12.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><title type='text'>ER</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I sat and watched 6 episodes of the FINAL season of ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this show since the beginning. Always loved Noah Wyle. Something about him. And seeing him in the last episodes made me all giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would cry more. The moment I started busting out tears was when I realized Rachel (Dr. Greene's daughter) was doing the interviews.. omigod! Those last 5-10 mins of the last eppie. Just gave me chills all over. I know it's fictional, but still I want to know what happens with Archie and Claudia, does Rachel work at County? What about Neela and Ray! omigod! That made me so happy!!!!!!!!!!!! And what about Sam and Gates??!! I have to admit, I'm gonna miss seeing Mr. John Stamos on TV for a while, he is soo hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7756520248742556617?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7756520248742556617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7756520248742556617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7756520248742556617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7756520248742556617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/er.html' title='ER'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8404462725934212926</id><published>2009-04-02T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:03:17.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap</title><content type='html'>So I am way behind on my soap watching. I have over a week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dvr'ed&lt;/span&gt;.. To many things going on. Doing scrapping for a contest on a message board I frequent called Scrap Idol.. Just like the show, someone gets kicked off every week..and I'm in the top 2 right now!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me, but seriously has kicked my butt, then I was all consumed with Twilight. I was SUPPOSED to be reading a book from my book club "The brief and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; life of Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wao&lt;/span&gt;." However right about this time was when I finished Twilight... So decisions, decisions.. Second book, New Moon or Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wao&lt;/span&gt;??? Well I tried, I really tried to do my duty and read Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wao&lt;/span&gt;, it's a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pulitzer&lt;/span&gt; winning book. It started out good, but Jacob and Edward wouldn't leave my mind, so I gave up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short (too late!) my soap watching has been hindered. Then I discovered, that after about 8-10 shows, it started deleting them!! Why?? I don't get it, have plenty of room in there. So I started watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth it's a little boring, but boy some couples have really put the soap back in soap opera.. Baby that's what I'm talking about. Shirts coming off, kissing, love making, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;.. If only Jason (not Sonny!) was the one lovemaking I could maybe watch more than one episode a day to catch up.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; doesn't hurt the eyes either, but this is soap operas, this is what it should be about. I actually turn away because I am feeling a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;voyeuristic&lt;/span&gt; when I am watching them go at it, but that's what it's about, right??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GH&lt;/span&gt; needs to do some serious revamping! It's taking up too much room in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;, and I have given up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; other shows to make room for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;GH&lt;/span&gt;.. Make it worth it damn it! I'm loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Spinelli&lt;/span&gt; and Maxie, Robin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PPD&lt;/span&gt; and well that's about it.. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;GH&lt;/span&gt; step it up! I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8404462725934212926?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8404462725934212926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8404462725934212926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8404462725934212926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8404462725934212926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/soap.html' title='Soap'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7407610391867620727</id><published>2009-04-02T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:16:49.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did I tell ya'll that I cut my hair?? Well I didn't do it myself this time, I actually had a professional do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tired of my long hair, you can see some if it &lt;a href="http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/retreat-pics.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. or heck, right here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was from phone, I won't tell you who I sent this gem of a photo to, but it was taken for a specific person ;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no it's not WHAT you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320174123554875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SdUOLYm2qPI/AAAAAAAABTs/SfvPeKva6WA/s400/0310090931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well this look lasted about an hour at work, then it's up in a pony or a braid, or something, at work, and really what fun is that? No style, just meh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here it is! It's not the greatest, it's with my camera phone, and yup, that's where I work! My new style.. It's a bit shorter than I was expecting, it's still pretty long at the back though. Looks like a long mullett! LOL! Lots and lots of layers up top. I wanted something funky. We'll see how long it lasts, it will probably grow out pretty quickly, and i probably won't cut it again for another year and they can take another 6 inches off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/0324090915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7407610391867620727?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7407610391867620727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7407610391867620727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7407610391867620727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7407610391867620727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-style.html' title='New Style.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SdUOLYm2qPI/AAAAAAAABTs/SfvPeKva6WA/s72-c/0310090931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5750143486232099812</id><published>2009-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:07:16.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SdEXFaKAJlI/AAAAAAAABTM/qdSrH6zTDVk/s1600-h/commentsaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319058016589325906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SdEXFaKAJlI/AAAAAAAABTM/qdSrH6zTDVk/s400/commentsaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Award!!! Yay, &lt;a href="http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsy&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award a while back.. I am so pleased! I am a loyal Jill of all Trades readers.. Kelsy is funny and just adore her! Plus her scrapping and jewelry is pretty awesome too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I nominate, let's see, who comments on my blog?? Lori, &lt;a href="http://www.staciesmadness.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://krazyarmstrongks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;! I know I have a couple of readers at least! It's always fun to see comments, and makes my day a little brighter :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5750143486232099812?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5750143486232099812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5750143486232099812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5750143486232099812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5750143486232099812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/award.html' title='Award!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SdEXFaKAJlI/AAAAAAAABTM/qdSrH6zTDVk/s72-c/commentsaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7390128925141478888</id><published>2009-03-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:54:27.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog-aversary Kelsy!!! Blog Candy!</title><content type='html'>My very good friend &lt;a href="http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/jill-of-all-trades-is-one-today.html"&gt;Kelsy&lt;/a&gt; is having some awesome blog candy celebrating her blog's anniversary! Go check it out! It ends April 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7390128925141478888?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7390128925141478888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7390128925141478888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7390128925141478888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7390128925141478888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-blog-aversary-kelsy-blog-candy.html' title='Happy Blog-aversary Kelsy!!! Blog Candy!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6851100564501450671</id><published>2009-03-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:30:10.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear Big Bear what do you see?</title><content type='html'>Last week we took the family to Big Bear. We rented a gorgeous cabin, and we went with my husbands 2 brothers and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gorgeous! I have never seen snow, being a local Cali girl.. Even though you can see the snow tipped mountains out in the distance from our house. I get really bad car sickness. So I've always fretted at mountain driving. I bought some wrist bands, and I was in the driver's seat, and I was good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been anywhere where the tempertures drop to the 20's. So it was quite the experience. There was still tons of snow on the mountain, and we found a little slope near us where the kids to go sledding. We loved the cool crisp air, and are planning another trp this winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our view from the bottom deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316451623470680834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUlXKEywI/AAAAAAAABSk/Mq2DehRReY8/s400/2009013697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M wrestling the snowman (more like totem pole) we built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUmK6FksI/AAAAAAAABS8/EQSd8j3rEAs/s1600-h/2009013861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316451637362266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUmK6FksI/AAAAAAAABS8/EQSd8j3rEAs/s400/2009013861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; V trekking up the slope after a sled ride. He was sweating bullets! LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUmId5C5I/AAAAAAAABS0/Ss4TAVItWgw/s1600-h/2009013736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316451636707134354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUmId5C5I/AAAAAAAABS0/Ss4TAVItWgw/s400/2009013736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little booger throwing a snow ball at his momma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUlyKz97I/AAAAAAAABSs/M0CZQLm8uic/s1600-h/2009013875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316451630721529778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUlyKz97I/AAAAAAAABSs/M0CZQLm8uic/s400/2009013875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6851100564501450671?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6851100564501450671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6851100564501450671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6851100564501450671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6851100564501450671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bear-big-bear-what-do-you-see.html' title='Big Bear Big Bear what do you see?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/ScfUlXKEywI/AAAAAAAABSk/Mq2DehRReY8/s72-c/2009013697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3035046064727562879</id><published>2009-03-10T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:03:13.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criahana Fiasco</title><content type='html'>So in soap land most couples have an acronym. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lisaon&lt;/span&gt; (Liz-Jason) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soily&lt;/span&gt; (Sonny-Emily) Scrubs (robin-Patrick)... I am calling this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Criahana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being affected by domestic abuse personally, this whole thing sickens me. Infuriating me even further is that this weekend we went to the Nevada/California state line for some gambling. As we were at the cashier to be seated, a young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; girl was standing behind the counter, with a copy of OK! Magazine with the headline something to the affect that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Riahana&lt;/span&gt; took back Chris Brown. I looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; and said, that's disgusting. This young girl looked at me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, she ain't stupid, who WOULDN'T take Chris Brown back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?? Is this what we are teaching our young girls? That statement right there really bothered me. Having personal experience with this, I know the statistics on this. Yes a majority of the girls keep going back to their abuser. They are made to feel as if it's their fault, if only they hadn't said something to unleash their rage.. All in all, after a couple of incidents like, and years of dealing with it, they do end up leaving, even if they come back a hundred times. I'm not saying that someone can't be rehabilitated. I am living proof. But it takes years for that to happen, not a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with most of the media out there, that this can help with communication out there. I've asked my 18 year old son, this very question after hearing on the news yesterday that it is speculated she is back with him, because she said she hit him first. I don't give a flying fuck if she hit him, what did she do? Slap him? He could have thrown her out of the car, told her to get the fuck out, swear at her, and take off. But to put someone in headlock and beat you until you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;? There is never a good reason for that unless you are fighting for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just recently, my 17 year old niece was living with her very much older boyfriend. He was probably hitting her before, but at one point gave her a bloodied nose and lip in the car, she ran out looking for help and found a police office. He took off. They did nothing. She went back home. About 3 weeks later, he was calling her over and over and over. Said he was sorry, it would never happen again. Well she left her home again to live with him. On a Saturday morning at 2 am the police brought her home again with a black eye, contusions on her neck, bloodied lip and scratches. They arrested him, but let him go the very next day. It's been about 3 weeks since that happened, and I hope and pray she finds the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; to not return to him. It saddens me to no end. And the reason why this whole situation just makes my stomach turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3035046064727562879?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3035046064727562879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3035046064727562879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3035046064727562879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3035046064727562879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/criahana-fiasco.html' title='Criahana Fiasco'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7541471489112295728</id><published>2009-03-09T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:38:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So just found out Twitter is blocked at work???!!! WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have figured it out. Myspace, Facebook, it's all blocked. Wah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, Kelsy, if you read this, you are GOING to have to tell me how to update through text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I think the blocking of blogger will be enevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7541471489112295728?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7541471489112295728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7541471489112295728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7541471489112295728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7541471489112295728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter-no.html' title='Twitter!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5780863012370637858</id><published>2009-03-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:47:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play more..</title><content type='html'>Have you heard or used the Durex brand Play??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see here's a little story. This is the site's description: "Play™ Tingling is a long-lasting silky lubricant that provides an exciting tingling sensation for intense pleasure-enhancement you’ll really notice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my description: "Tingling, bullshit! It's burning, it's burning!!! Hurry!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5780863012370637858?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5780863012370637858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5780863012370637858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5780863012370637858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5780863012370637858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-more.html' title='Play more..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3075250783798774394</id><published>2009-03-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:53:15.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I late to the party?</title><content type='html'>I always seem to be behind the latest trends. Always. As a 30ish woman with 2 kids (one of whom is 18!) I guess I can't be expected to be trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am just now getting into Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. I'm just starting the 3rd Chapter, but it's a fast read. My Book club reading books, got a bit boring, so I'm reading something much more fun now. Never ever have I read a vampire book.. Oh I've heard of them, I had a dear friend who was enthralled with them for a LONG time.. Oh D???!!! Where are you???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the DVD is coming out on the 21st, I hope to be done by then. I initially bought the book for my 14 year old niece. She just finished reading it. We went to Blockbuster and she saw the poster for Twilight up. She said "OMIG-D! Edward is soo hot!" I said "Um, the guy on the poster is ugly, so you must be talking about the &lt;em&gt;character,&lt;/em&gt; right?" "Right" She said. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised her we would have a Twilight viewing party when the DVD comes out. Full of pizza and popcorn. Don't know how well that will work with my 5 year old running around.. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3075250783798774394?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3075250783798774394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3075250783798774394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3075250783798774394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3075250783798774394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-late-to-party.html' title='Am I late to the party?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4745431309619849723</id><published>2009-03-03T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:35:24.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young at Heart</title><content type='html'>Don't be alarmed by my musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, in a bit of a funk. But nothing major..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are to "Fix You" by Coldplay. For some reason really thinking about my dad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Martin wrote that song for Gwyneth when her dad passed and everytime I hear it I just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds of mistakes long gone. It reminds me that I have my family and they are the light that will get me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't succeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get what you want, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not what you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, that just touches me. Sometimes I need someone to fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBO6_u6Mb6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBO6_u6Mb6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you heard of the documentary Young at Heart? It's a documentary about a New England chorus group by retirees. They covered Fix You by Coldplay. The group's performance was led by former chorus member Fred Knittle, who suffered from congestive heart failure and breathed with assistance from an oxygen tank. The performance was originally planned to be a duet between Knittle and Bob Salvini, another former chorus member, but Salvini died shortly before the show. Knittle performed it as a solo, as a tribute to his friend. Gives it a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't embed it, cause it might be disturbing to people. But if you want to see it, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZ4SIe5rVUM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4745431309619849723?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4745431309619849723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4745431309619849723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4745431309619849723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4745431309619849723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-at-heart.html' title='Young at Heart'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1261802581817387064</id><published>2009-03-03T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:03:23.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Me.</title><content type='html'>Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;You lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face {and I}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face {and I}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;and ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;and I will try to fix you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1261802581817387064?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1261802581817387064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1261802581817387064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1261802581817387064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1261802581817387064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/fix-me.html' title='Fix Me.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1669949239452663198</id><published>2009-03-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:18:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Marks the Spot</title><content type='html'>I've always had moles. Everywhere. When I was little my ma would call them beauty marks. So when people commented on my "beauty marks" I'd say only beautiful people get them. And I believed it for a long time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 or 3 weeks, I've actually seen the birth of a beauty mark! I actually thought it was a burn of some sort, like from oil (cause ya'll now I cook &lt;em&gt;SOOO&lt;/em&gt; much), but after about a week, I noticed this spot near my wrist wasn't going away like a normal small burn. But instead started turning brownish. I decided to feel it, because well a burn would usually scab over or have a bump or some texture. This feel smooth and it is starting to "melt" onto my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not good to see this "beauty marks" developing over my body, and I should really get them checked out. I do after all live in Southern California. And I was a sun worshipper (I've had first degree burns from being in the sun)... so all this could lead to something alot more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'll settle with the definition that only beautiful people get "beauty marks".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1669949239452663198?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1669949239452663198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1669949239452663198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1669949239452663198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1669949239452663198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-marks-spot.html' title='Beauty Marks the Spot'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4706698218694298994</id><published>2009-02-28T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:48:29.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward!</title><content type='html'>So I saw this on my friend &lt;a href="http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsy's&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://thehandsakers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aynie's&lt;/a&gt; blog. I think it's a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first five people to post a comment on this post will get something handmade from me sometime this year. It could be anything you will just have to see. BUT, there is a catch, in order for you to receive this item you have to post this same thing on your blog, give away five things, and remember anyone can play I think we all know how to make cookies (or earrings, or mini-scrapbooks, or brooches, or...)or something like that. So just have fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! That's it!! I think from me it will come sooner rather than later (A whole year, I'll likely forget!) and it could be (and probably will be) something scrappy.. a little embellishment or something..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4706698218694298994?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4706698218694298994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4706698218694298994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4706698218694298994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4706698218694298994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it Forward!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2668998156027371973</id><published>2009-02-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:20:37.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been having some weird ass dreams.. Like weird... I am not even sure I can talk about them here {shock!}. Not that I don't want to. It's that I can't even explain, they are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have sensations when you dream?? Like I had a dream I was driving looking for a daycare I wanted to take M to, and I kept feeling around my mouth with my tongue. I could feel something near my wisdom teeth. Like a mass and it was bothering me a WHOLE LOT. Not painful, just weird sensation. So I stop my car, look in my rear view mirror, open my mouth, and see some hideous tumor looking thing in my mouth, kinda hanging from my gums near my wisdom tooth. I am pushing it out with my tongue, and finally free it by pulling on it.. I could feel every thread of skin being ripped in mouth, but I still pulled. It looked like a little brain. It was weird. And what did I do with that strange thing in my hand...I smelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2668998156027371973?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2668998156027371973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2668998156027371973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2668998156027371973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2668998156027371973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1822050888206381750</id><published>2009-02-24T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:13:29.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love looking at M's baby pictures!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 533px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 1/2 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At 5 months at his baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/BAP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/6mo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months with his brother {love this pic!!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 519px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/brosclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months learning to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/P1010030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/dinotoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 568px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/dinotoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/8mosmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/8mosmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 months {look at those eyelashes!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/7m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/7m2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1822050888206381750?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1822050888206381750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1822050888206381750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1822050888206381750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1822050888206381750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-trip.html' title='Another Trip?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2957743159168819693</id><published>2009-02-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:00:02.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip down {that} lane - HAPPY BIRTHDAY M!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be sharing some pics of my sweet baby.. You know so that I can cry me some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 672px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/RCA_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 672px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/RCA_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite photos. Damn photobucket, why is it so SMALL! M @ 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't these just make you smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was SUCH a happy baby! M @ 2 1/2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;@ 3 1/2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/502041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 527px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/502041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One my favorite pics.&lt;br /&gt;M @ 4 mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/3mos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;M@ 4 months.. Isn't he soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 552px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/gaona1fam/DCP_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2957743159168819693?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2957743159168819693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2957743159168819693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2957743159168819693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2957743159168819693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-down-that-lane-happy-birthday-m.html' title='Trip down {that} lane - HAPPY BIRTHDAY M!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2127330991842595230</id><published>2009-02-18T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:48:57.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Legos</title><content type='html'>My baby, my little sweet lil boy will be turning 5 tomorrow??!! How the hell did that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice subtle changes in him. First. His voice. That high pitched 'momeeee' voice.. we thought it was because he was sick, but that was 3 months ago, and is voice hasn't changed. It's kinda got this raspiness thing going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is soo smart! I am not saying he is a genius (though I let him believe he is) but I can tell he is growing by leaps and bounds. He is very inquisitive, to the point where it's kinda annoying. {don't snicker, I know, you know, what I'm talking about}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not an early learner, but once he starts a skill he masters it pretty fast. I know it is kinda late for him to be learning how to write his name. He just wasn't into it for a LONG time. So I never pushed. In a weeks time, he's perfected his name. He writes it everywhere. He wrote his name on all 24 valentines cards by himself (a deed he was very proud of - and he wrote them on cards AND on candy boxes, so really 48!) His teachers praised him, because out of his entire pre-k class, he was the only one that did it. They asked the Kindergartners to do it, and less than half did it. So I'm very proud of my munchkin, cause he did it all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a baker, but tonight I'm braviing making some cupcakes for M's class. I am also taking some pizza's for their lunch. Then on Friday we are going to &lt;a href="http://www.legoland.com/california.htm"&gt;Lego Land!!&lt;/a&gt; The weather should stay nice and crisp for our trip.. So excited for him. He's gonna have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the flipside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2127330991842595230?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2127330991842595230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2127330991842595230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2127330991842595230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2127330991842595230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/land-of-legos.html' title='Land of Legos'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2162325988899098820</id><published>2009-02-11T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:04:53.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>LMAO! I guess my post about the worm in a ladies brain made google ads think I need my colon cleansed.. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, maybe I could get my colon cleansed, you know wouldn't be a bad idea ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google knows it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of google, did you know there is a 1800 number you can call that gives you 411 info...yep.. Instead of dialing 411 from your cell phone, and being charged $1.75 to get the info call google.. 1-800-goog411 (or 1-800-466-4411) ask for the information, and it connects you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2162325988899098820?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2162325988899098820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2162325988899098820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2162325988899098820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2162325988899098820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1441672282323313622</id><published>2009-02-10T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:53:49.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lord of Dance</title><content type='html'>M is such a ham. He started doing this 'fast dance'. It looks absolutely hilarious. Watch his little feet, I bet they could rival Michael Flately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has other dance 'names'. The backwards dance, the pengiun dance, the SUPER fast dance..they have been elusive to my phone video recorder though..I'll get them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad quality, like I said before, they were on my phone :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i137.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ahh having issues showing you the video from my phone...if you can't see it and really want.. click on this link and tell me if it works for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1231082121.flv"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord of Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1441672282323313622?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1441672282323313622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1441672282323313622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1441672282323313622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1441672282323313622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-lord-of-dance.html' title='My Lord of Dance'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1733282922634261523</id><published>2009-02-05T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:25:56.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other White Meat</title><content type='html'>On the way to work this morning I was listening to Ryan Seacrest on KIIS FM. So you know as I am stuffing my mouth with a SAUSAGE McMuffin, they start talking about a clip on E News where they show dr's removing a FREAKING worm from this lady's brain. They thought it was a tumor. Turns out, nope, it was a worm.. Now they go on to explain how this worm got into her brain.. Well from a parasite from eating uncooked/undercooked PORK.. oh it gets better... If that person carrying the parasite is walking around and they use the restroom without washing their hands, guess what. Yeah, you can get it that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start thinking to myself, wow that is pretty disgusting..Then I start thinking, I have been getting lots of 'signs' lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was eating my drive thru breakfast (yes, again, damn that diet never works!)  with ham AND (yes, and) bacon, a truck pulls up next to me on the freeway carrying a truckload of pigs (probably on their way to become my bacon) but still. That was kinda gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today. Really is it a sign? Should I stop eating pork? I guess I could, but us Mexicans love pork. Chile Verde (which I was planning to cook in the crock pot this weekend!), Pozole, carnitas, tacos al pastor??!! WTH?? Why??! I am still pretty grossed out about the whole thing, and it seems the universe is trying to tell me something. Needless to say I had tortilla soup for lunch today (walked in the pouring rain to get it too :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1733282922634261523?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1733282922634261523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1733282922634261523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1733282922634261523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1733282922634261523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/other-white-meat.html' title='The Other White Meat'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2782408929112540539</id><published>2009-02-01T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:18:03.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Photo Tagged!</title><content type='html'>So I was 'photo tagged' by &lt;a href="http://scrappysketches.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanna&lt;/a&gt; a while back. My bad, just getting around to doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the  &lt;em&gt;Rules: You've been photo tagged! Go to My Pictures, and pick the 4th folder, the 4th picture in that folder and blog it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYZUwCBh3rI/AAAAAAAABLo/TpyqeSxQTys/s1600-h/2009013237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298015195801706162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYZUwCBh3rI/AAAAAAAABLo/TpyqeSxQTys/s400/2009013237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has me seriously LMAO!!! See I occassionally have issues with my computer. So every couple of months I back em up and put them on DVD's. In October I had to reformat my computer. So, My Picture albums start from October till current.. October, November, December, and my fourth January! LMAO! I guess I hadn't taken pictures this month until the retreat, and well Shanna is the 4th picture... Ha-ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me blog about Shanna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her accent!! I was not expecting it, but it was a nice suprise. She is also very funny, or at least I saw her laugh alot that weekend (mostly at my expense, but I regress). It felt like we had known each other forever! It was so comfortable. I hope our friendship lasts forever and forever! Lova ya Shanna!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see, I'm gonna tag &lt;a href="http://isthismylifewellthenbringiton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dodgeawrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jovi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.staciesmadness.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://applepiequeen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melany&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a href="http://krazyarmstrongks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2782408929112540539?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2782408929112540539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2782408929112540539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2782408929112540539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2782408929112540539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-tagged.html' title='Photo Tagged!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYZUwCBh3rI/AAAAAAAABLo/TpyqeSxQTys/s72-c/2009013237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1631471233437294776</id><published>2009-01-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:25:47.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>Thank you Stacie for making me even look at toys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm much of a prude, but I have never ventured into the "toy" area.. But doesn't &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/clitoral-stimulators/lily-vibrating-massager"&gt;Lily&lt;/a&gt; look interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do with one. And I think my husband would think himself less manly. So I don't think I'll be entering &lt;a href="http://www.fromtheplanetofjanet.com/2009/01/dream-little-dream-and-fantasize-little.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; contest, but if that is your fancy, I am spreading the news here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not interested, but still, you know? Let me know if you enter the contest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1631471233437294776?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1631471233437294776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1631471233437294776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1631471233437294776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1631471233437294776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6933201515760031965</id><published>2009-01-29T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:17:16.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 lbs. {tmi}</title><content type='html'>See I put the warning right in the title... be forewarned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this weight loss challenge on my scrapbooking board... It was 8 weeks. I didn't win, but I did lose 7 lbs. Yay. And I am not specifically doing a "diet", I am moreso, being more cognizant of the food I'm eating. Trying to eat smaller portions, moving a little bit more, and drinking lots and lots of water. It helps that every week, I have to announce to a group of friends that I have failed or not. It's a bit of accountability. That helps. Cause you know at home, I can always just lie to myself. Pretend that the numbers just don't keep going up, and then throw the scale under the bed. Only for 2 months later show up at the doctor and be shocked at the number on their scale. Really?? Like I didn't know it was coming. But I am thankful for this challenge and it has really helped me be less in denial about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the below retreat, I was sure I'd be WAY up. I was up, not much, {those walks on the beach must have helped burn the Kahlua Fudge cupcakes and magic bars ;) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the TMI stuff. I get up this morning, because a new challenge begins this week, and weigh myself. Well crap! I'm up 2 lbs. from last week. Literally CRAP! I told DH, well I haven't peed or shit yet. He said go do that business and come back and weigh yourself with a snicker {we laughed}..mkay... so I did.. Get back on the scale, and no shitting you, I was 2 lbs. less!!!! OMIGOD! 2 LBS. of fricking SHIT!.........No really!!! I got on the scale like 5 times!! So glad to say, I am still down 7 lbs. Now I'll leave the really TMI stuff to a select few friends that can handle it, but I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go enjoy your lunch :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6933201515760031965?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6933201515760031965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6933201515760031965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6933201515760031965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6933201515760031965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-lbs-tmi.html' title='2 lbs. {tmi}'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2319507664845444568</id><published>2009-01-28T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:30:28.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><title type='text'>Retreat Pics</title><content type='html'>Some group shots, beautiful Pismo Beach! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441600663696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kvUpMuI/AAAAAAAABKQ/2o_HY3n5n4I/s400/2009013322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441882637444962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC91JwbJ2I/AAAAAAAABKY/jRLA5l26TJs/s400/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyarmstrongks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; and I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC91I-0gGI/AAAAAAAABKg/BDsvCyFwCtY/s1600-h/IMG_6290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441882429390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC91I-0gGI/AAAAAAAABKg/BDsvCyFwCtY/s400/IMG_6290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bootylicious Beach Shadow.. Guess who!!&lt;br /&gt;(and the reason my arms are that way is cause I was holding the camera trying to get a potrait shot ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kZzWyfI/AAAAAAAABKI/dsGIwswgGc4/s1600-h/2009013313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441594886932978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kZzWyfI/AAAAAAAABKI/dsGIwswgGc4/s400/2009013313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovefest with &lt;a href="http://scrappysketches.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanna&lt;/a&gt; (I think I was choking her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kF1NLFI/AAAAAAAABKA/oxzoVcXw_a0/s1600-h/2009013287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441589525982290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kF1NLFI/AAAAAAAABKA/oxzoVcXw_a0/s400/2009013287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296443136214797522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC--HsjjNI/AAAAAAAABKo/Z4PqGop05Xw/s400/2009013276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some more lovin' from &lt;a href="http://kristiscreativeramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296443431279763010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC_PS5hnkI/AAAAAAAABKw/wjlZFF5ZvL0/s400/2009013286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful view!&lt;br /&gt;Sunsent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9WOogDGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-2rqOA_2aAM/s1600-h/2009013370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441351370443874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9WOogDGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-2rqOA_2aAM/s400/2009013370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9VqGsLgI/AAAAAAAABJw/P2QTaGLnAGo/s1600-h/2009013273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441341564956162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9VqGsLgI/AAAAAAAABJw/P2QTaGLnAGo/s400/2009013273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441329770744946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9U-KuzHI/AAAAAAAABJg/aR2VmSMmiE8/s400/2009013259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9VtSFZZI/AAAAAAAABJo/k-p_tHhZn8o/s1600-h/2009013261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441342418052498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9VtSFZZI/AAAAAAAABJo/k-p_tHhZn8o/s400/2009013261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9TiyJV8I/AAAAAAAABJY/6VWdBDO5lqs/s1600-h/2009013246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441305240000450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9TiyJV8I/AAAAAAAABJY/6VWdBDO5lqs/s400/2009013246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know there is more. I'll try to upload some more tonight with the other girls! I had blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2319507664845444568?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2319507664845444568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2319507664845444568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2319507664845444568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2319507664845444568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/retreat-pics.html' title='Retreat Pics'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SYC9kvUpMuI/AAAAAAAABKQ/2o_HY3n5n4I/s72-c/2009013322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6100237999762261220</id><published>2009-01-27T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:38:53.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><title type='text'>Hello Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm back. The retreat was wondeful!! It was amazing and beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;Truly a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet some wonderful friends. Shanna, Shana, Keels, and Kristi. I hope you enjoyed your time as much as I did. I had blast with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I had a blast as well with Kelci, Jen, Kat and Eva too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't downloaded any of my pics yet, but I stole this one from a little birdie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva, myself and Kat! As soon as I get them off my camera I'll share the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could tell, it was a *little* cold for us Californians (and Texans :D), but it was so spectacular and so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SX-alNAoiOI/AAAAAAAABJQ/rcaceDt1rTk/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296121650749147362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SX-alNAoiOI/AAAAAAAABJQ/rcaceDt1rTk/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6100237999762261220?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6100237999762261220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6100237999762261220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6100237999762261220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6100237999762261220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-tuesday.html' title='Hello Tuesday'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SX-alNAoiOI/AAAAAAAABJQ/rcaceDt1rTk/s72-c/IMG_2667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4000779622833774796</id><published>2009-01-22T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:19:01.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!</title><content type='html'>Well not really, but it feels like Friday to me cause tomorrow I'm going to a retreat up the California coast with a bunch of online friends!! I cannot wait!! This day is going to drag on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meant to mention, that my crazy dreams didn't stop. I really can't go into particulars, cause that would take a really long time. But I think I found an answer as to why I was having those very vivid dreams... and no it's not what you think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing new or interesting to add just felt like blogging a bit about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4000779622833774796?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4000779622833774796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4000779622833774796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4000779622833774796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4000779622833774796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2406957373670868849</id><published>2009-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:29:26.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Kelsy over at Jill of all Trades is having an awesome blog giveaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's giving away these awesome earrings and page charm (wouldn't it look so cute on your scrapbook page??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go give her some LUV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-free-stuff.html"&gt;http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-free-stuff.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SW-OWTBDyUI/AAAAAAAABI4/vTtRLlySy7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291604600896604482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SW-OWTBDyUI/AAAAAAAABI4/vTtRLlySy7Y/s400/DSC_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2406957373670868849?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2406957373670868849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2406957373670868849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2406957373670868849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2406957373670868849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-stuff.html' title='Free Stuff!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SW-OWTBDyUI/AAAAAAAABI4/vTtRLlySy7Y/s72-c/DSC_0896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7693686176072046788</id><published>2009-01-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:50:59.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GH Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>I'll preface this post by saying I truly love my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had the craziest dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I dreamt I was baptizing someone's baby. Can't remember whose baby it was, but I was in a hurry to get dressed. I had this baby doll pink lacey dress, like the kind little girls wear. I went into a public restroom to change, but it was a shower, and I closed the curtain, and I was trying not to get wet. Well I peek out the shower curtain, and there are beds lined up barrack style in the big room.. Then there were men shackled to the beds. Like in a jail. So my pink dress goes away, and I go to lay down on my cot. It was all gray and dark. Well apparently the jail you are able to do whatever you want. There were some men in there and they were friendly enough for me. We talk at night like friends. Whatever. Then there is this secret wedding in the chapel, all the inmates go, women, men, we all go.. Well it gets loud as the singing get's louder, the council members in the chapel next door, head on over to investigate, so of course we disperse. I grab on to some guys arm, and we walk away arm in arm. His biceps are large, and I look up and it's a young Jasper Jax!!! (Ingo Rademacher from GH)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are walking, then I feel awkward, and say I can't do this. Then I see Victor walking towards us. It was Victor, but I turn away to avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I walk to my barrack, I'm alone with some guy, and he starts showing me his penis, then unlocks his cuffs and starts after me. I yell at him to stop and he won't, so I run, run as fast as I can. Of course, there is no one around, and all of a sudden the guy has a knife and is making motions across his neck. You know like he is gonna slit mine. So I start banging on some bungalow windows (bungalows in a jail?? hmmm.) and people start coming out and the guy following me disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's my turn to leave jail, and I realize, I really love Jax. And I want to go find him, but he's gone. So my friend (Debi) comes for me and tells me Jason (it went from Victor to Jason) is not there, but she brought Sonny with her. I told her I loved Jason, but couldn't be with him anymore. And I realized how much I loved Jax and I had to go after him. Sonny goes ballistic and I start running from him, hiding in aisles of a supermarket! Then he finds me crouching and grabs me and tells me he is taking my to Jason. (Jason is one of my hotties (below a couple of posts)) I finally stand up to him and tell him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go off to city hall, where they find this guy that was going to kill me. There is a huge crowd, they shoot the guy, but he sees me and starts to get up and come after me. The crowd brings him to the floor, and out of the corner of my eye I see Jax. I run and hug him, and he tells me he loves softly in my ear. I melt. Then I see Jason and Sonny. Sonny trip Jax and is saying a whole bunch of nasty things to him. Jason then tells Sonny to leave him alone, you know in his "Jason" style. It's my choice, and he respects that. So I look at him as I turn around, and my heart starts pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I choose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7693686176072046788?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7693686176072046788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7693686176072046788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7693686176072046788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7693686176072046788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7344414945031049473</id><published>2009-01-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:33:57.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, etc., etc..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I missed them all. Well on blogosphere world at least. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a vacay from work, and just lazied it at home. Doing really nothing. Slept alot.&lt;br /&gt;For all my grand plans of stuff to do on my vacation, I did nothing. I was supposed to visit my Lucky Charm friend Maryse, didn't happen. Supposed to get together with the Krazy K's. Didn't happen either. Supposed to scrap, really didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make you smile though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435330786484210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6f0nX_I/AAAAAAAABHw/YKN_UetC3dk/s320/200812-2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you, it was torture for poor Tula.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is about how much decorating we did. Not much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL7UNgZfI/AAAAAAAABII/mBLAjO224c4/s1600-h/200812-2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435344849528306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL7UNgZfI/AAAAAAAABII/mBLAjO224c4/s320/200812-2833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6xjiSwI/AAAAAAAABIA/axDpP-GWRM8/s1600-h/200812-2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435335546686210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6xjiSwI/AAAAAAAABIA/axDpP-GWRM8/s320/200812-2814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is for fun.. Notice anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6h0Z-FI/AAAAAAAABH4/jieysIzbqJ4/s1600-h/200812-2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435331322476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6h0Z-FI/AAAAAAAABH4/jieysIzbqJ4/s320/200812-2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello, farewell, see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7344414945031049473?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7344414945031049473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7344414945031049473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7344414945031049473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7344414945031049473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-holidays-happy-new-year-etc-etc.html' title='Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, etc., etc..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SWRL6f0nX_I/AAAAAAAABHw/YKN_UetC3dk/s72-c/200812-2864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4631817384725678052</id><published>2008-12-13T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:29:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Boys</title><content type='html'>Just some random pictures. My boys. I love them so much. And to see them in these moments, makes my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see they are on the same track mind right here?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrqK1j2aI/AAAAAAAABHo/yYB-vTxqdwA/s1600-h/200812-2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463035392743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrqK1j2aI/AAAAAAAABHo/yYB-vTxqdwA/s320/200812-2724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpxZVKxI/AAAAAAAABHg/WxrV1LCAKMI/s1600-h/200812-2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463028563454738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpxZVKxI/AAAAAAAABHg/WxrV1LCAKMI/s320/200812-2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpfgymZI/AAAAAAAABHY/PWJB_ZPInEY/s1600-h/200812-2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463023762905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpfgymZI/AAAAAAAABHY/PWJB_ZPInEY/s320/200812-2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpA_zUJI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nY2zGVipxO8/s1600-h/200810-2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463015571476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrpA_zUJI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nY2zGVipxO8/s320/200810-2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURro0qYdPI/AAAAAAAABHI/_asEVq7b5LM/s1600-h/200810-2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463012260410610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURro0qYdPI/AAAAAAAABHI/_asEVq7b5LM/s320/200810-2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4631817384725678052?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4631817384725678052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4631817384725678052&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4631817384725678052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4631817384725678052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-with-boys.html' title='Life with Boys'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SURrqK1j2aI/AAAAAAAABHo/yYB-vTxqdwA/s72-c/200812-2724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1454769575136646417</id><published>2008-12-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are cows pets?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to some of my "lucky" friends about being vegeterian, and reasons to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this post isn't about being a vegetarian, but moreso it brought up a conversation from a LONG time ago with lil V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil V must have been about 9 or 10 years old. We were eating at a Mexican restaurant. My husbad got some fried fish meal, Lil V a hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Mexican fried fish is different from like fish N chips, you know. It's the whole fish, like the whole thing. So my husband starts eating and little V says, DAD!!! How can you eat that fish like that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband says, because it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil V says, but it was alive and now you are eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kindly remind him, that hamburger you are eating was once a cow. It was alive and now you are eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil V says, but I'm not eating a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start cracking up... (Maybe you'll get it better if you can imagine we had a 100 gallon fish tank, with BIG fish, cat fish, turtles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, now I miss our turtles!! We had this one! It was lovely.. But we had to get rid of our huge fish tank when M was little, because we didn't have a cover for the top, and it was special made tank, and I was afraid M would try to reach in and fall in. It was deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290866852226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SUBBk-vqZxI/AAAAAAAABGY/-hVYuC42KtU/s400/softshelled_turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1454769575136646417?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1454769575136646417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1454769575136646417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1454769575136646417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1454769575136646417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-cows-pets.html' title='Are cows pets?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SUBBk-vqZxI/AAAAAAAABGY/-hVYuC42KtU/s72-c/softshelled_turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5827354941386814742</id><published>2008-12-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:03:39.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F U!!! Vent</title><content type='html'>Warning: Vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to be so rude. I don't care if you puff on your cancer sticks all day long. But don't blow your smoke in my direction. Are you so inconsiderate of other peoples lives? I mean I guess if you don't care about your own, you wouldn't care about anyone else. They should give people tickets who walk around blowing cancer into my face. I admit, when I am walking and someone is smoking in front of me, I gag, cough, and generally make a HUGE deal, as if I'm choking. You know waving my hands in my face furiously, making faces. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or those people outside my office building who stand near the door and smoke. You know, people, regular non-smoker people pass through those doors, and have to inhale the fumes. And it's funny cause no matter how many tiems I complain to the building or how many times they are told not to stand there (it's against the law in CA), they still do it. So what they are immune to the rules?? Or it's cold and raining out there and they need to take shelter by the door to stay warm and dry. Well FUCK YOU! Go out in the rain and get your fucking ass wet. DO NOT stand there and expect everyone else to inhale your cancerous fumes. You know? Fuck You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5827354941386814742?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5827354941386814742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5827354941386814742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5827354941386814742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5827354941386814742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/f-u-vent.html' title='F U!!! Vent'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5829251923340849637</id><published>2008-12-09T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:55:54.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got gifts?</title><content type='html'>I'm practically done doing my holiday shopping. Unheard of this early in the game. But it could be I'm scaling down my shopping list dramatically this year also. Sad, but needs to be done. I can't continue to kill myself like this. It's been a rough year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my friend Dre over at &lt;a href="http://bluegeckocandles.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlueGecko Candles&lt;/a&gt; is having a fabulous sale on her &lt;a href="http://bluegeckocandles.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;!! You can get up to 6 free tarts!! I'm telling you, they are the best things you have ever sniffed!! They fill your home.. I bought a bunch of stuff for gifts, so if you are in need of any more gifts, I highly recommend tart warmers, tarts, candles, shoot anything in her store is just marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go over and get a couple more things. And who doesn't love a great smelling home over the holidays?? Try the seasonal scents. TO. DIE. FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you head on over there, let her know I sent you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5829251923340849637?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5829251923340849637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5829251923340849637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5829251923340849637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5829251923340849637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-gifts.html' title='Got gifts?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7703669631030573080</id><published>2008-12-04T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:43:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother time</title><content type='html'>It sucks being old (no offense!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know you are getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 - Your son is turning 18 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 - You pluck out a gray hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3 - You have nose hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4 - Your boobs are defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5 - Your husband says "When is the peak of your sexuality happening? Shouldn't it have happened by now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check, check, check, check and check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:insert crying smiley here:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7703669631030573080?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7703669631030573080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7703669631030573080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7703669631030573080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7703669631030573080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-time.html' title='Mother time'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6477311621709440000</id><published>2008-12-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:27:29.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accent hot guy'/><title type='text'>Hot Dayum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcUcpIMnsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qWWjUlvuHAs/s1600-h/aus202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275707970796953282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcUcpIMnsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qWWjUlvuHAs/s320/aus202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a new favorite accent Hot Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he made People's Sexiest Man!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it wasn't till I saw him in Australia, that I really swooned. Omigosh!! Hugh Jackman is soo hot. I've really only seen him as wolverine, and never thought much about him, but dang, in Australia he is totally  lickable (not that's not a typo). Now if only Nicole Kidman were a better actress, the movie could have been really good. I could really not focus on anything more than her lack of expression. The movie had a chance to be a GRAND movie. That little boy. ADORABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcTkohScII/AAAAAAAABGA/nSDFbnkc6qY/s1600-h/australia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275707008561082498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcTkohScII/AAAAAAAABGA/nSDFbnkc6qY/s320/australia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is it with me and totally hot guys, especially with an accent. And if they are dirty and gritty. MMM.. I just don't wanna smell them, cause then I'll get grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcTkohScII/AAAAAAAABGA/nSDFbnkc6qY/s1600-h/australia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6477311621709440000?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6477311621709440000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6477311621709440000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6477311621709440000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6477311621709440000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-dayum.html' title='Hot Dayum!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/STcUcpIMnsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qWWjUlvuHAs/s72-c/aus202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7650091828957037288</id><published>2008-12-02T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:26:35.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies For Mom</title><content type='html'>Another great giveaway at Goodies for Mom! Land's End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodiesformom.blogspot.com/2008/11/giveawayproduct-review-lands-end-for.html"&gt;http://goodiesformom.blogspot.com/2008/11/giveawayproduct-review-lands-end-for.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7650091828957037288?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7650091828957037288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7650091828957037288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7650091828957037288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7650091828957037288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodies-for-mom.html' title='Goodies For Mom'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3585455789851982514</id><published>2008-12-02T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:51:22.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again!</title><content type='html'>I cut some more off my hair. It's like an addiciton. I just keep cutting. I cut more bangs, because, the other way made me look as if I was going bald.  Now I have a mullet. :sad:sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your Thanksgiving day? Ours was a little different this year. I didn't want to cook, and didn't want to host at my house. I would have to clean up all my scrapping mess, since I scrap on our dining room table, and that wouldn't go over well with the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was weird, cause I only cooked 3 or 4 things. It wasn't all hurried, I had time to shower and put on some makeup. We went to my sister in laws house where drama ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I will probably be having Thanksgiving dinner at my house next year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was giddy, this week, yeah, not so much. Don't know what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3585455789851982514?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3585455789851982514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3585455789851982514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3585455789851982514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3585455789851982514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6940849638576286937</id><published>2008-12-02T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:30:16.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribble It GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Check out this giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lusiting after these vinyl wall decals for a while now. So awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/12/scribble-it-giveaway.html"&gt;Scribble It GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6940849638576286937?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/12/scribble-it-giveaway.html' title='Scribble It GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6940849638576286937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6940849638576286937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6940849638576286937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6940849638576286937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/scribble-it-giveaway.html' title='Scribble It GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1738137625332655631</id><published>2008-11-26T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:27:58.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accent hot guy'/><title type='text'>Tube time</title><content type='html'>Ohmygosh! I can't beleive I forgot to mention tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWTS: Eh. Over it. I actually never really watched it this season. Cause, Gossip Girl is on Mondays. And my husband's Monday Night Football. This week no GG, so I watched the finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay really. Was there even a competition? I mean Brooke Blew them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Loser: I CANNOT believe Amy did not vote out Vicky. WTF?!!! She was all I have to think of myself. Well didn't she know she was soo on Vicky's short list. I was so upset, last week and this week. I thought Amy could have gone all the way, and I liked her. That blue team. Grrrr. Just piss me off. And Vicky.. I mean way to go on tricking everyone else. But that's not the point, you know. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Heba. I think she is gorgeous, but they've done some shady stuff. So I'm still rooting for Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GH is eh. I keep fast forwarding anything Sonny, Kate, Claudia, Olivia, Carly or Jax. I love to watch Jason in anything. Oh and Spinelli and Maxie are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Burton aka Come here bab... er Jason Morgan on GH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N-gkF0kI/AAAAAAAABFI/PvXUiD_6Ky0/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273097212497613378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N-gkF0kI/AAAAAAAABFI/PvXUiD_6Ky0/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other TV hottie. Bob Harper. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N-NZCyTI/AAAAAAAABFA/6z9qENRDsLc/s1600-h/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273097207351003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N-NZCyTI/AAAAAAAABFA/6z9qENRDsLc/s320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other scruffy dirty man with accent hottie. Bear Gryllis. Serious hotness.&lt;br /&gt;I mean he does some pretty gross stuff on his show Man vs. Wild. Like seriously, it will make your stomach turn, hell it makes my husbands stomach turn. But I can't stop watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N96oSMpI/AAAAAAAABE4/s6H14v7novo/s1600-h/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273097202314654354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N96oSMpI/AAAAAAAABE4/s6H14v7novo/s320/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Or right, this just turned into one big rambling post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1738137625332655631?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1738137625332655631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1738137625332655631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1738137625332655631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1738137625332655631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/tube-time.html' title='Tube time'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SS3N-gkF0kI/AAAAAAAABFI/PvXUiD_6Ky0/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6032178648322504414</id><published>2008-11-26T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:02:32.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble, Gobblidity</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday! May it be filled with love and family and feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note from &lt;a href="http://staciesmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;, every holiday has the opportunity to make wonderful family memories. I suggest you do not leave gramma in the bathroom though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever squabbles or worries we may have, let's put those in the corner somewhere and enjoy this wonderful time with our families. We will have tomorrow (or well the day after Thanksgiving) to worry about those. I'm sure they'll still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be busy tomorrow and probably be in food induced coma on Friday, so I don't plan on doing much. Maybe some scrapbooking and maybe a movie on Friday. I want to take M to see Bolt. While all those other crazies (no offense!) are fighting crowds, we'll be leisurely kicking back with popcorn enjoying a movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6032178648322504414?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6032178648322504414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6032178648322504414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6032178648322504414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6032178648322504414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble-gobblidity.html' title='Gobble, Gobble, Gobblidity'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2534309574584620226</id><published>2008-11-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:32:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattering</title><content type='html'>Why are all the self portraits I try to take so UN-Flattering??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to show that my hair ain't as fucked up as you think. So after about 50 shots of double chin, shiny cheeks, big nostril pics. I decided, I'm gonna stick my tongue out and make bunny ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you can still see the hair.. See the profile pic over there &lt;- - - - yeah, over on your left hand side, that was basically the same hair I had last week.. Now me... The bangs kinda irk me, but it's different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7vG8EBtI/AAAAAAAABEo/SqkonxcaMi4/s1600-h/200810-2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795681734788818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7vG8EBtI/AAAAAAAABEo/SqkonxcaMi4/s320/200810-2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7u1OzPaI/AAAAAAAABEg/cz2W_ixQ6ec/s1600-h/200810-2545-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795676981542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7u1OzPaI/AAAAAAAABEg/cz2W_ixQ6ec/s320/200810-2545-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for it.... wait for it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's my "Hey babay" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795688353568050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7vfmGlTI/AAAAAAAABEw/MtUyEZ-7LAk/s320/200810-2542-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey, at least I'm not wearing black ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2534309574584620226?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2534309574584620226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2534309574584620226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2534309574584620226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2534309574584620226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/flattering.html' title='Flattering'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SSy7vG8EBtI/AAAAAAAABEo/SqkonxcaMi4/s72-c/200810-2546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6357965729783731257</id><published>2008-11-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:42:10.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today, gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>It all started Friday. I was brushing my hair, and it was just so limp, no body, just there. I couldn't find my hair shears, so I grabbed my fine scrapbooking scissors and choped my bangs off. I intentionally went for that crooked to the side look. It looks fine. I had bangs before, but I hate when they get in my eyes. So I let them grow out. I must have cut about 6 inches of bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Sunday. My hair again limp, just there. Now pay attention, DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME!! See my hair is kinda wavy and so I can get away with alot of stuff to it. So I had layers in my hair, but it was all kinda even now. So I parted my hair, grabbed at the crown at it and started cutting. I didn't cut too much. But I did it. So I went to the sides of my hair and did the slanted cut, to get some layering in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I did an awful job, you really can't tell, cause you can't see big old chomps of hair missing. The only thing is I can't cut the length in the back. So it kinda looks like a really long mullet. The front looks great, I mean at least I think so. But the back needs a trim.... How can I trim the back without it being all crooked??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do this. Well, lack of time and lack of money. I don't go get my hair cut very often and when I do, it's expensive. So this is the next best thing. It will grow out, and maybe by then, I can go get it professionally done, you know like at Supercuts. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6357965729783731257?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6357965729783731257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6357965729783731257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6357965729783731257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6357965729783731257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today, gone tomorrow'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1822151261496431965</id><published>2008-11-21T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:53:35.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice</title><content type='html'>and everything nice. Why do they only use this for girls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy is soo sweet. I hugged him last night and told him "You are my baby, and I'm sad because you are getting so big, I always want you to be little"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and said, while hugging me "Mommy, all babies have to grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I know" and hugged him even tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Mommy, when I get big, like Victor, I'm still going to be a good guy, I promise mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just melt your heart?? My husband was getting M's pj's ready and we both tried so hard not to shed tears. I mean my eyes were all misty and stuff, and he looked at me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy don't be sad, okay, I'm just getting big now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1822151261496431965?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1822151261496431965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1822151261496431965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1822151261496431965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1822151261496431965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sugar-and-spice.html' title='Sugar and Spice'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1257492109514530394</id><published>2008-11-19T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:42:30.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html"&gt;Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1257492109514530394?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html' title='Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1257492109514530394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1257492109514530394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1257492109514530394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1257492109514530394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html' title='Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2388816179345590666</id><published>2008-11-17T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:31:53.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crude</title><content type='html'>My 17 year old and I were watching a movie not long ago. It was one of those teen crude movies. I don't recall the name. Well M never really pays attention and he was busy playing with his cars and soldiers. I mean when else am I supposed to see "mature" movies, right.. So there comes this part where all the guys jump up with glee.. "We're gonna go get laid!!" Of course me and my oldest start cracking up, then M comes in and screams "We're gonna go get klalldid" I look at my oldest in disbelief, WHAT did he just say??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then M, surely thinking he said something hysterical, repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're gonna go get KOOL-AID!!! Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2388816179345590666?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2388816179345590666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2388816179345590666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2388816179345590666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2388816179345590666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/crude.html' title='Crude'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8508082621977935823</id><published>2008-11-16T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:38:53.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapy drama</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've talked about General Hospital. Yes I am still DVRing it. I watched the eppies this weekend. So when I watched Thursday's episode, I had hope for my couple. Liz and Jason. I had real hope, but as all soaps go, I knew that it was too good to last.. :sigh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the mob war ever end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband finally explained why he doesn't like my soaps or dramas, ie chick flicks. He told me yesterday, after I told him I watched La Vie en Rose. I kinda told him what it was about, starting with the little girl living in a brothel and living in the streets singing for money. He's like that's it.. I've lived with enough drama in real life, and hear real stories on the news. It's too sad. I don't wanna hear about it. That's why I like Sci-Fi. It's not real, and cannot really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!! The secret of chick-flicks revealed by my husband. It's only taken 19 years to realize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8508082621977935823?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8508082621977935823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8508082621977935823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8508082621977935823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8508082621977935823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/soapy-drama.html' title='Soapy drama'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6059676773071045531</id><published>2008-11-16T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:21:14.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biggest Loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Loser club</title><content type='html'>So I finally saw the Biggest Loser yesterday. I love this show, because it's inspiring. I mean, it hasn't gotten me to get off my ass and lose some serious weight, but it's inspiring to see people do it. The struggles, the tears, Bob, the happiness, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sooo turned off. I have NEVER in all the years watching this show, saw someone be so mean and evil spirited as  Vicky. My heart broke for Phillip and his wife. They seem like geniune nice people. Everyone has always been so supportive in their same struggle. Then next week's preview. Oh my.  I really do hope Vicky is turned on, because it's not nice being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even all my love for Bob, upsets me because, though they are on his team, he's cheering them on, and knows what a bitch she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really cheering for Michelle and Renee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6059676773071045531?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6059676773071045531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6059676773071045531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6059676773071045531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6059676773071045531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/loser-club.html' title='Loser club'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8955099313091752445</id><published>2008-11-14T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:06:27.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy</title><content type='html'>I know I have a slight case of paranoia, but at times I can't help but feel unworthy. Unworthy of what you may ask. Well, maybe unworthy isn't the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you are hip and get to hang out with the cool kids. Then someone says something that makes you realize you were never really in the cool club. Maybe they tolerate you because you are a nice person, but never wanted you in their club. And it isn't something that person or group of people did or say that was mean. They probably didn't even realize it. It could be as simple as someone saying "Oh did you see those pictures so and so sent" and you think to yourself, hmmm, I never saw those? Am I that forgetable or unworthy of their friendship, they didn't think I'd like to see whatever they were sharing with everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so hate to be ONE of those people. You know the kind that are needy and need everything to be about them. The one who needs their friendships qualified. Cause honestly I'm quite happy with my friends, online and in real life, it's just those moments sometimes, that make me feel that maybe the connections I thought were there, really aren't. Like an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make friends easily. The one issue I have, is that I am an open book. You wanna talk about my "bald eagle", I'll tell you all about it, and I think that's my problem. I put too much out there. I can't help it. It's my personality. I don't have a filter, and in the first 20 minutes of meeting me, you'll know all about my diabetes, my teenage pregnancy and issues with my husband. Is it a turn off?? I dunno, but I can't stop being me. Issues and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8955099313091752445?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8955099313091752445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8955099313091752445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8955099313091752445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8955099313091752445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/worthy.html' title='Worthy'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8734305899349447855</id><published>2008-11-13T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:03:33.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thrifty</title><content type='html'>I think now more than ever alot of families are trying to save money. I know I am. I have bought generic stuff for most everything we eat. There are some exceptions. We love hot dogs, but only Hebrew Nationals. Also no generic diet cola. NEVER. The rest. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to save some money buy pre-planning meals. It's never thought out though. It's more like we'll be at the store, and be pass by something and say. Oh, I can make chicken mole. Then buy the ingriedients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered how to cook in my crock pot. I've usually reserved the crock pot for heating up nacho cheese for nachos. But the other day I made chile verde. It wasn't as fantastic as my regular one is, but it was easy. Not too expensive, and I didn't have to stand over the stove all day. Now I bought some beef to do the same thing with. Plus there are always plenty of leftovers to bring for lunch the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky my oldest really loves to experiment with food. He will try anything once. He also loves all things spicy. Him and his dad like to see who is "manest" and see who can withstand the most chile. This usually involves a habanero chile and a couple of other's we have growing in our backyard. Let me tell you, the crying, jumping around and 'hooo-hoo-hot' is all worth it my friends.. hee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my youngest isn't adventurous at all. He's only 4, but still my oldest at that age was into everything. I think he was 3 when he tried octopus for the first time. So we will have to work with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see today is Thursday. Maybe spaghetti with a fabulous sauce from Fresh &amp; Easy (It's the best I tell ya!) or hamburgers. Whatever will require less work for me, because my oldest won't be cooking tonight. :sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can watch, Survivor and ER. Because alot of other shows I've deleted from my DVR schedule. That's another topic at another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8734305899349447855?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8734305899349447855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8734305899349447855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8734305899349447855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8734305899349447855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thrifty.html' title='Being thrifty'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3595651758775355723</id><published>2008-11-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:58:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Di Da</title><content type='html'>So after my meltdown yesterday, I feel better today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. Hmmm, maybe I should have actually blogged, when I had a thought in my head, but seriously, I'm just drawing a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know for weeks, months, it was all about the presidential campaign. After Sarah Pallin was chosen for VP pick, there was so much nastiness going both ways (well before that too!). It was ugly, and yes I tuned in every day to read all about it. All the blogs, stories, pictures. Now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3595651758775355723?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3595651758775355723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3595651758775355723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3595651758775355723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3595651758775355723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-di-da.html' title='La Di Da'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4378573648344005594</id><published>2008-11-11T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:38:10.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day, go away.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days? You know you think you are doing well, but you have this very dull headache that gradually gets worse? Then someone says or does one tiny thing, and it all goes to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm in one of those days. It is probably because I haven't taken my meds in 4 days, and today I realize how much I need them, err they help me. Don't worry I'm taking one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a bitch, and I just can't help myself. Please don't let anyone pass by my desk today and ask me about that fucking fire drill. I shouldn't be so mad, and normally, my meds help me keep that under control. So please let the day be over, so I can go home and put my head under covers and sleep until the meds kick in. I don't need to be on anyone's bad side today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4378573648344005594?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4378573648344005594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4378573648344005594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4378573648344005594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4378573648344005594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-day-go-away.html' title='Bad day, go away.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2954223473791653229</id><published>2008-11-11T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:42:46.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordic Bo Peep and Long Lost Sheep Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/nordic-bo-peep-and-long-lost-sheep.html"&gt;Nordic Bo Peep and Long Lost Sheep Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2954223473791653229?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/nordic-bo-peep-and-long-lost-sheep.html' title='Nordic Bo Peep and Long Lost Sheep Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2954223473791653229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2954223473791653229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2954223473791653229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2954223473791653229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/nordic-bo-peep-and-long-lost-sheep.html' title='Nordic Bo Peep and Long Lost Sheep Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7056490008951631706</id><published>2008-11-11T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:01:30.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with boys</title><content type='html'>My oldest boy will be 18 in 3 weeks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with M, I was hoping for a girl. My husband has always wanted a girl. When they told us it was a boy, of course I was a little sad, but realized, my baby is healthy, and that's all I can ask for (considering my health issues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before he was born, I knew he would be special and I loved him before he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is filled with boys, smelly feet, cars, burps &amp; farts &amp; most important of all laughter and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so completely content with my boys. It makes my heart completely swell, to have my 18 year come to my room out of the blue, hug his 4 year old brother, and tell him he loves him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy has brought so much joy to our lives. First never did I imagine 13 years after my oldest was born, I would hear the pitter patter of little ones feet running down the hall. Or the gut splitting laughter coming from the room, where still an 18 year old and 4 year old can play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with a teenager is hard. Really hard. Can you remember the stuff you did at that age? Yeah, now your kid is doing it. But I think the fact that he has M has calmed his wayward ways. M completely adores him. He realizes what he does will affect his brother, and though he is very far from perfect (believe me!) the look of adoration from his brother, I believe has helped him from completely stepping over to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life at home with all boys is hard. But I never get tired of being queen of my roost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7056490008951631706?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7056490008951631706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7056490008951631706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7056490008951631706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7056490008951631706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-with-boys.html' title='Life with boys'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6143061131510958699</id><published>2008-11-10T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:47:13.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crop!</title><content type='html'>I went to an all day crop this weekend with &lt;a href="http://krazyarmstrongks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; and it was hosted by &lt;a href="http://socalscrap.us/"&gt;SoCalScrap&lt;/a&gt;. I had so much fun. I got 9 layouts done, and I worked on those dreaded Disney pictures. You know those pictures that you just keep skipping over. I just wanted to get them done, you know, so not the best, and after a while, I was pretty sick of Disney. 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I had 4 on my DVR and then I watched last night. I just love that show. It makes me laugh, cry and gives an overall ahh feeling.  Although Rachel Griffiths character bugs me a bit. I think it's sometimes she tries to hard with her accent. But overall I love all the characters.  Such a good show :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2954343990900155490?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2954343990900155490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2954343990900155490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2954343990900155490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2954343990900155490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/brothers-sisters.html' title='Brothers &amp; Sisters'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2174170297684559158</id><published>2008-11-07T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:10:32.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday November 4th, we made history America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole day I was a jungle of nerves. Do you know what happens when I get nervous. I poop. I don't know what it is. It's like my stomach gets crampy and I have to poop... So that was most of my day at work on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home, there was a scene that summed it all up for me. Up the hill before my house is a major intersection. People trying to get out of town and go to the "mall" or the big gorgeous park. We are always in a hurry. That left turn signal is always long. I was coming the opposite way, going towards where everyone was leaving. As I was waiting to make my turn on light right. I saw the cars lined up making a left across from me. There was a homeless man with a sign. Suddenly the first car rolled down their window and offered the man money. I'm not talking pocket change, they were bills. As the man rose up from the ground to the car, the next car rolled down his window, and offered him money, and the next car did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hope people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2174170297684559158?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2174170297684559158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2174170297684559158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2174170297684559158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2174170297684559158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1637957182362395024</id><published>2008-11-07T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:37:17.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-anges</title><content type='html'>I felt it was time for my blog to have a mini makeover. Do you like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are thinking what the hell is up with all those blinkies! Well, I wanted some flash! I tried to keep it down, but I am trying to pretty up my blog.. I forgot what I was going to say, but I got to get going to a celebratory lunch.. Go Obama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1637957182362395024?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1637957182362395024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1637957182362395024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1637957182362395024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1637957182362395024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/ch-ch-anges.html' title='Ch-ch-anges'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3555203412626925952</id><published>2008-11-04T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:59:49.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRE2NnkyJPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TdxFuXU6lLQ/s1600-h/slide_600_12437_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265049046962283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRE2NnkyJPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TdxFuXU6lLQ/s400/slide_600_12437_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this historic election, we finally have hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3555203412626925952?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3555203412626925952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3555203412626925952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3555203412626925952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3555203412626925952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-family.html' title='The First Family....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRE2NnkyJPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TdxFuXU6lLQ/s72-c/slide_600_12437_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8330648445829573365</id><published>2008-11-04T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:13:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRCQec3ya5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/FswnFvTk4DU/s1600-h/vote.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866817216768914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRCQec3ya5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/FswnFvTk4DU/s400/vote.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter who you vote for, go out and vote! Exercise your right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8330648445829573365?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8330648445829573365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8330648445829573365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8330648445829573365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8330648445829573365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRCQec3ya5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/FswnFvTk4DU/s72-c/vote.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8382949065220035543</id><published>2008-11-02T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:12:21.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Power Rangers, Batman!</title><content type='html'>Mateo as Black Power Ranger! Check out his heaving chest and 6 pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing about this costume was that yes it was black, but it glowed in the dark! If you're 4, that's very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, side note. Characters that are violent or scary, i.e. power rangers, ninjas, vampires, were not suggested for school. Last year Mateo did Diego, but all his buddies, were super heroes. So this year I thought f*&amp;amp;k it. My kid want's to be a power ranger, he's gonna be a power ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only power ranger, but there were wolverines, iron mans, so all was good. Hope you all had a wonderful halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5AndqlazI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KAWFuCSPvxc/s1600-h/200810-2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216061165005618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5AndqlazI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KAWFuCSPvxc/s400/200810-2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5AnMs01mI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TfPtpfBe3Y8/s1600-h/200810-1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216056611001954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5AnMs01mI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TfPtpfBe3Y8/s400/200810-1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5Am-EbdVI/AAAAAAAAA98/7hnaYNA7hQI/s1600-h/200810-1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216052683470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5Am-EbdVI/AAAAAAAAA98/7hnaYNA7hQI/s400/200810-1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8382949065220035543?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8382949065220035543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8382949065220035543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8382949065220035543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8382949065220035543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-power-rangers-batman.html' title='Holy Power Rangers, Batman!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQ5AndqlazI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KAWFuCSPvxc/s72-c/200810-2266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-9198275222010369669</id><published>2008-10-31T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:08:31.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRDS!!!!!!! They're commmiiinnngggg!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263441992195826226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAmuC04jI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3A8QmB3u-_k/s400/200810-1938e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAnbiUO4I/AAAAAAAAA90/DbjRNPLM6Ew/s1600-h/200810-2126-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263442004407499650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAnbiUO4I/AAAAAAAAA90/DbjRNPLM6Ew/s400/200810-2126-w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAnBp5gkI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0QgDI2yZ3jU/s1600-h/200810-2116-W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263441997459980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAnBp5gkI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0QgDI2yZ3jU/s400/200810-2116-W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the scenes everyday as I drive home at about dusk. It's right over the hill less than a mile from my house. It's like the movie "Birds". Once a friend and I were driving by and she totally freaked. Literally the sky was black with crows. I couldn't get a great picture, because they were flying so fast and it was dark and I was in my car and I had to pull over to the shoulder and so a bunch are just blurry. Phew, run on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect for Halloween, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-9198275222010369669?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/9198275222010369669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=9198275222010369669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/9198275222010369669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/9198275222010369669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/birds-theyre-commmiiinnngggg.html' title='BIRDS!!!!!!! They&apos;re commmiiinnngggg!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SQuAmuC04jI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3A8QmB3u-_k/s72-c/200810-1938e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3359273279473648803</id><published>2008-10-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:25:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grossgrain!</title><content type='html'>Amazing site! If you have little girls, and they like to dress up, you HAVE to visit this site. She sews little girl outfits, then GIVES them away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been browsing. And it's simply amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3359273279473648803?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3359273279473648803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3359273279473648803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3359273279473648803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3359273279473648803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/grossgrain.html' title='Grossgrain!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5224310990752957496</id><published>2008-10-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:54:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Exit -- 2 miles</title><content type='html'>Those 2 miles were the longest 2 miles evah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it though. As soon as I jumped on the freeway to head home late last night. There it was...the grumble in my tummy. It's a 12 mile drive home. But in LA, that could be a 1 hour drive. Thankfully it was later at night (there was a Laker game so there was traffice getting out of my office) but as soon as I jumped on the freeway there wasn't any traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grumble started producing toots, I knew it was time. But the signs said, next exit (MY exit) 2 miles... The longest 2 miles home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of Stacie as I wrote that cause we all know her famous toots...he-hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I barely made it home, though I was crowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the disgusting potty humor.  I won't promise it will be the last though. Your welcome for those thoughts of me leaving my car half way acorss the street running for safety in my restroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5224310990752957496?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5224310990752957496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5224310990752957496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5224310990752957496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5224310990752957496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/next-exit-2-miles.html' title='Next Exit -- 2 miles'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5792336986389554727</id><published>2008-10-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:00:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch...kinda..</title><content type='html'>We went to the LA Boo Zoo this weekend. Mainly cause they were gonna have a pumpkin patch, but you couldn't buy pumpkins. I guess it was just the photo op. But M had never been to the zoo. It's under construction and I thought he would enjoy it alot more than he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite thing at the zoo: the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2085-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2085-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/200810-2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5792336986389554727?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5792336986389554727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5792336986389554727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5792336986389554727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5792336986389554727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patchkinda.html' title='Pumpkin Patch...kinda..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2504990223977388952</id><published>2008-10-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:39:06.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream Sample!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nutritionaltree.com/samples/sample-giveaway.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Free Eye Cream Sample&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free 1 oz Sample Tube of Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream ($19.95 value)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to prevent an overwhelming response, NutritionalTree is limiting the number of samples available every day. The daily batch becomes available at 10:00 AM EST and runs until the daily limit is reached. Because of the large number of requests, the limit is often reached within a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the product: The ingredients in Revitacil are especially selected to support the health of your skin and improve the appearance of wrinkles around the eyes. Revitacil is a great and inexpensive alternative to skin surgery or painful injections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2504990223977388952?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2504990223977388952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2504990223977388952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2504990223977388952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2504990223977388952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/revitacil-wrinkle-and-eye-cream-sample.html' title='Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream Sample!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5524810944302146</id><published>2008-10-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:11:17.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Freshness..</title><content type='html'>After all the craziness in Xzenia's first week of life, we have seemed to come to a schedule. Last week she was at my house, and we did her first photo shoot. It was time to take out those rusty lessons I tried to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some from the mini shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the by, Xzenia is just way to long to say in baby talk, so we decided to either call her Zini or Trini (Trinie is her middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3Sl6R-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/VTYyWY2qVMI/s1600-h/200810-1804-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702270606297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3Sl6R-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/VTYyWY2qVMI/s400/200810-1804-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3nfqUeI/AAAAAAAAAss/-iACfqHz_5E/s1600-h/200810-1764-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702276217229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3nfqUeI/AAAAAAAAAss/-iACfqHz_5E/s400/200810-1764-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3jjNDkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/fGAlOqmVvyI/s1600-h/200810-1766-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702275158347330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3jjNDkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/fGAlOqmVvyI/s400/200810-1766-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5524810944302146?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5524810944302146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5524810944302146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5524810944302146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5524810944302146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-freshness.html' title='Baby Freshness..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SPOO3Sl6R-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/VTYyWY2qVMI/s72-c/200810-1804-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8100433663616214547</id><published>2008-10-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:30:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey see</title><content type='html'>I need to take more pictures. I need to drag my camera out more. I am missing so much time. How did little M get this big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really does not like to take pictures and pose for me so much anymore. But, he was wearing this really cute shirt with a monkey on it and I told him to act like a monkey, and I got some cute ones, I think. I told him I wanted to take a picture of his shirt only cause he refused to take pics...I can just see the scrapbook layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254852017980488594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz8Eab4u5I/AAAAAAAAAsc/oD3vc0-EBYs/s400/Imported+Photos+00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7b_qiDEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OMtzcTJmlfI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254851323599391810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7b_qiDEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OMtzcTJmlfI/s400/Imported+Photos+00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7cGCvlEI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-iUI35CWJ6Q/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254851325311554626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7cGCvlEI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-iUI35CWJ6Q/s400/Imported+Photos+00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7cstWQyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/fJ5xJ74DBtk/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254851335690797858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz7cstWQyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/fJ5xJ74DBtk/s400/Imported+Photos+00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8100433663616214547?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8100433663616214547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8100433663616214547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8100433663616214547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8100433663616214547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/monkey-see.html' title='Monkey see'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOz8Eab4u5I/AAAAAAAAAsc/oD3vc0-EBYs/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-1282967530125420737</id><published>2008-10-06T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:38:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>What happened to those posts I promised? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda crazy round these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a while ago I posted about my nephew who ran away, and we found them (him and his girlfriend) in Texas? Remember. Well, they had a baby. It's a whole convoluted story and issues going about all that, being that she lives in a foster home, and for a while we were unsure of what was gonna happen the baby.. Anywho. Yeah, baby is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is happy couple (sorry for white out) I know picture isn't perfect, and is kinda blurry, but I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157891505453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOqEw7z_emI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vGKTuSMX2RY/s320/200809-1698-E.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is baby Xzenia (Ex-Zee-knee-ah) Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOqDGXYAPpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zfoJwnhkXxo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156060658253458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOqDGXYAPpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zfoJwnhkXxo/s320/Imported+Photos+00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-1282967530125420737?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1282967530125420737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=1282967530125420737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1282967530125420737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/1282967530125420737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SOqEw7z_emI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vGKTuSMX2RY/s72-c/200809-1698-E.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2404158562411620063</id><published>2008-08-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:38:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all Skull...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SLhP-m43PAI/AAAAAAAAArk/OwSfmEjSWiQ/s1600-h/ry%3D320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240026103455104002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SLhP-m43PAI/AAAAAAAAArk/OwSfmEjSWiQ/s400/ry%253D320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may know, I LOVE scrapbooking! It's my passion, so of course I'm always taking pictures that will just go with all those papers I just bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inspiration comes backwards sometimes. So anyway, I'm fascinated (well that was soooo last season) with skulls. I bought everything skulls. I never thought how I would use it, just knew I liked them. So when we went to my firms picnic this year, they were doing face painting. Little M picked a skull!!!! I was able to take a couple of pictures before my camera died. And you know the first thing I thought? It wasn't how cute my little boy looked with a skull painted on his face, but more, whew I can finally use that skull paper I've been hoarding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2404158562411620063?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2404158562411620063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2404158562411620063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2404158562411620063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2404158562411620063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-all-skull.html' title='We all Skull...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SLhP-m43PAI/AAAAAAAAArk/OwSfmEjSWiQ/s72-c/ry%253D320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5972808725382097111</id><published>2008-08-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:28:40.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles..</title><content type='html'>Most times I have a great little model. He is such a ham. But there are times, when it's hard to get that picture. I'm sure you all know what I am talking about. It's like 100 pictures and you get once decent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love photography. But for me it's more than getting that perfect picture or pose. You know it maybe blurry or a bit underexposed, but sometimes if you worry too much about that, you miss your shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of little M. It's not perfect, but it makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239683403279060722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SLcYS1P1TvI/AAAAAAAAArc/7r_xwradNME/s400/bigsmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5972808725382097111?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5972808725382097111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5972808725382097111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5972808725382097111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5972808725382097111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiles.html' title='Smiles..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SLcYS1P1TvI/AAAAAAAAArc/7r_xwradNME/s72-c/bigsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-5827820390327029649</id><published>2008-08-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:16:38.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr. Kindergarten {sniff}</title><content type='html'>At Mateo's school they have the baby class (2-3 year olds) the Toddler Class (3-4 year olds) and Jr./Sr. Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week they put Mateo in Jr. Kindergarten...sniff...sniff... I am so sad, only because it means he is growing up. The class is more structured so he'll have some adjusting to do. He's used to alot of playtime, story time, naps... Now they just rest their heads on the table. I keep telling him, I am so proud that he is in the BIG kids class. I just cannot believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year he'll be Sr. Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest will be graduating this year (well 09) from High School!! And then we are starting the old wheel all over again.. Tell me again, why this was a good idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-5827820390327029649?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5827820390327029649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=5827820390327029649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5827820390327029649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/5827820390327029649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/jr-kindergarten-sniff.html' title='Jr. Kindergarten {sniff}'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-6641641769621981153</id><published>2008-08-26T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:35:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental dance!!</title><content type='html'>Yipee.. Doing a happy dance.. We had Mateo's second dental visit yesterday. It went well. NO CAVATIES.. Hear that??? NO CAVATIES... So to celebrate that he did such a great job at the dentist, what did we do? We went to have ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiggled and squirmed as they polished his teeth. It was really funny to look at..hee, such a bad mommy I am. AND I did take pictures. With my crappy p&amp;amp;s. But I will scrap the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist during her exam asked DH if Mateo grinded his teeth at night, he answers no. I took second shift at the dentist, because they took so long and I was out of work already, so when DH told me that's what the dentist said, I was like, duh.. Remember when he grinds his teeth at night, and we can hear him, and we wonder why? And he's like, Oh yeah... Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the dentist said that his teeth are really wasted. Next time we go, I'm gonna have to ask how to prevent it, because she said he can lose his teeth early because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-6641641769621981153?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6641641769621981153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=6641641769621981153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6641641769621981153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/6641641769621981153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/dental-dance.html' title='Dental dance!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3607485380246555870</id><published>2008-08-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:54:27.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><title type='text'>Retreat, issue 2</title><content type='html'>So I'll slowly pick some favorite pics from the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is soo funny to me! Dude I'm throwing up signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace! I was gonna make rabbit ears on Kelci, but she was so daggone tall, I couldn't reach. So I decided for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SJzOScnMy3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VDk8zwsYt_U/s1600-h/2737616074_0244274a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232283683411250034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SJzOScnMy3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VDk8zwsYt_U/s400/2737616074_0244274a10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3607485380246555870?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3607485380246555870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3607485380246555870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3607485380246555870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3607485380246555870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/retreat-issue-2.html' title='Retreat, issue 2'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SJzOScnMy3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VDk8zwsYt_U/s72-c/2737616074_0244274a10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3293481836115313249</id><published>2008-08-08T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:39:20.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once'/><title type='text'>Once.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've noticed, I have a shitload of music from the soundtrack Once. If you haven't seen this movie, see it. I saw it way back when, but it was bit slow at the beginning, so it was good, but eh. Then I watched it again, and I fell in love. It's a bittersweet lovestory. It still left me with a smile when it finished. And the music. My goodness the music is fabulous. I have been obsessed with it for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my copy into the office for my friend to watch, and she is out "sick" ;) SOO I may have to take it home and watch it a 10th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen, it's Glen Hassard and Marteka on the playlist. Like I said previously and retreat someone put on some country music, and it got me so out of the mood. But this music, though it does not appeal to everyone, gives me inspiration. It's when these songs are in my head, that my heartstrings get tugged and all the lovey dovey journaling comes out. Take a second....gagged enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee-hee, I just like to share what excites me the most, and if you haven't been able to tell by reading my blog, it's music, art and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go take a listen, and tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3293481836115313249?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3293481836115313249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3293481836115313249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3293481836115313249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3293481836115313249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/once.html' title='Once.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3794506141934349126</id><published>2008-08-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:28:06.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>I'm Baack!!</title><content type='html'>So I've been out of the loop lately. Lots of stuff going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I just got back from a scrappin retreat near Big Bear. I had a fantastic time. I got to meet some girls I've talked to for years, but never met in person. Thankfully none were 60 year old dirty men weilding a knife and a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have memories that will last a lifetime, and hopefully we'll get to do it again in the future. But no crazy people next time {sorry inside joke}. I mean some might consider me crazy, but I'm not talking Andrea crazy. You know weird people crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out, I really despise country music;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is in love with Coldplay or Chris Martin {huh?};&lt;br /&gt;Stickles, high elevation, not a good combo;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a procrastinator and slowwww scrapper;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so much a late night stayer upper as I thought I was;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anything that's gonna make me work a little harder than I think I should be working;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was good times. I'll be back to post pictures. Sadly, I didn't take as many as I thought I would. See I mostly sat back and chatted, scrapped a little here and there. But I am happy to say through all my chatter, at least I wasn't disruptive as most of the girls got over 20 layouts done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3794506141934349126?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3794506141934349126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3794506141934349126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3794506141934349126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3794506141934349126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-baack.html' title='I&apos;m Baack!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-2412703003061825907</id><published>2008-05-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:56:38.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Kiddos</title><content type='html'>I have to type this out before I forget it. Since I'm not in the mood to scrap, I have to preserve it for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always tell Mateo how much we love him. I tell him "I love you soo much!" he says "I love you so soo much mommy!" I ask him, how much do you love me Mateo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taps his chin and looks at me with the biggest smile and his arms spread open and says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you up to 12!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aww, see at that point they were learning to count up to 12, so since that was the higest number he knew, that's how much he loved me, ain't it stinking sweet!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-2412703003061825907?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2412703003061825907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=2412703003061825907&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2412703003061825907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/2412703003061825907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/speaking-of-kiddos.html' title='Speaking of Kiddos'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7828061946346310646</id><published>2008-05-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:50:27.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>Sooo, it's been a while my friends. I've been having some rough times, emotionally. I'm on track to get things better, then hopefully I can focus on other areas of my life I would like to improve. &lt;a href="http://www.staciesmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; has really inspired me. I know one are in my life that needs improving, major overhaul is my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a first step. Maybe not such a bold step as Stacie and announcing my weight (a girl has to keep certain things private) but I've started a Zumba class. What is Zumba? Zumba is a style of intense dance-aerobics workout with pulsating latin music. (description take from &lt;a href="http://www.diet-blog.com/archives/2007/01/31/what_is_zumba.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) It is exactly that. The first 2 weeks, I was stiff and couldn't shake my caboose. But now after 4 weeks (twice a week) I can shake my ass with the rest of them.. It gives me an intense workout.  I have to admit, the first two weeks, I've never done so much pelvic thrusts in my life. I think it must have loosened things up in there, cause as my hips were swaying, my gut was flatulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to cute kiddo story. I guess we are really giving Mateo a sense that he is special. The other day he was building his block, and see he plays with his dad, and they build "monsters" or whatever and they have to be exactly alike. So his dad built his, and Mateo copied it. I told him "Wow, Mateo, you did so good. How in the world did you figure it out?? Good job!" and he responds with "See mama, I told you, it's because I'm a genius!" awww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7828061946346310646?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7828061946346310646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7828061946346310646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7828061946346310646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7828061946346310646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3225188558813360231</id><published>2008-05-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:25:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>I was 'tagged' by the incredibly talented &lt;a href="http://scrappysketches.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.   Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2.   Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;3.   Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as&lt;br /&gt;       links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their&lt;br /&gt;       blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 'Fantastic' Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I not only bite my nails, I bite my cuticles.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to pick my son's nose. (Hell I like to pick my own too!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I am quite flexible ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. I should be working and not playing along&lt;br /&gt;5. I have worn the same work shoes for a year.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have not scrapped in 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to cuss, alot. Really, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isthismylifewellthenbringiton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcia&lt;/a&gt; - Mom of 4, super scrapper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dodgeawrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jovi&lt;/a&gt; - Deliciously food &amp;amp; knit diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://staciesmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; - Super friend, weight loss guru, mom of 2 living in her tornado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelaughingdoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debi&lt;/a&gt; - Talented and creative artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krazyarmstrongks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; - Scrapper superb mom of 2 in the IE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jillofalltrades-acraftymomsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsy&lt;/a&gt; - Talented and creative scrapper of a goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; - #1 photographer momma canuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3225188558813360231?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3225188558813360231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3225188558813360231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3225188558813360231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3225188558813360231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been TAGGED!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3196447068451629032</id><published>2008-05-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:21:33.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>Mateo is totally into everything being funny right now.  Everything is "You are funny Mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I told him the bannana/orange knock knock joke. Wow. That started a tilly of a day. He wanted his own knock knock jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;M: Window&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Window who?&lt;br /&gt;M: Red!!! {burst of laughter}&lt;br /&gt;so of course the hubs and I laugh, cause while the joke is not funny or even make sense, him thinking it was, was funny. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on and on until he goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;Melea (?) Melea who? Melea outside! {burst of laughter}&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Mommy who? Orange {fits of laughter}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet SIL picked up Mateo after school and I met her at the park. I asked her, did Mateo tell you any jokes today. She starts cracking up and said "omig-d! He kept telling us knock knock jokes that didn't make sense" Apparently he started making up words because he couldn't think of any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha-ha.. That's my funny for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3196447068451629032?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3196447068451629032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3196447068451629032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3196447068451629032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3196447068451629032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-4538443297409659382</id><published>2008-05-01T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:46:12.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>Thank to Stacie for hooking me up with my new look! Shout out to &lt;a href="http://www.simplyfabulousbloggertemplates.com/"&gt;http://www.simplyfabulousbloggertemplates.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new look!! Thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've neglected you my poor blog. I'll be back. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-4538443297409659382?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4538443297409659382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=4538443297409659382&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4538443297409659382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/4538443297409659382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7086168156484271469</id><published>2008-04-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:06:28.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Blogospere</title><content type='html'>You know how when your kids a shiny new toy, they oohh and ahh and play with it till it's dead. Then fast forward 3 months later, you can find said shiny new toy at the bottom of the toy box? Yeah, that's what happened with my delicious blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is addicting and it was taking over my life. Reading everyone's blog everyday, then clicking on their links and reading those blogs, you get lost in blogosphere. So I took some time off. I just got burned out. It was so much fun sharing with you all, but I find that I can't come up with anything funny or witty all the time :D   Hmm, not saying my blog was funny or witty, cause I almost always lack those desired qualities, and only myself thinks me funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you tune in to listen to my music (I know your out there!!) I've changed it a bit (alot!) We are going to a club (I know what is a 30ish woman doing at a fucking club??) BUT they are having what I call "Old Skool" bands playing. Yes it's in a club, not in a huge venue, but I grew up (well not really, most are before my time, but hanging out with "older" friends I came to appreciate the music!).... I'm so excited. The hubs and I have not been out fore-evah! And we are going with his brother and my best friend. So I have chosen music from the groups playing in anticipation of the concert. If you remember or like any of the music, let me know. I love to hear what people think of it! Buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7086168156484271469?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7086168156484271469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7086168156484271469&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7086168156484271469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7086168156484271469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-in-blogospere.html' title='Lost in Blogospere'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-8771693200042970137</id><published>2008-03-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:57:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity ... Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have not been very productive lately. Seems I have no energy. I finally checked my sugar {listen mom, I don't wanna hear it, k} and it's not *that* high, so can't be why I'm so tired. I sleep lot's and just can't even move my body I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only other thing I have been doing differently is I've been taking allergy medication, Zyrtec. It makes me drowsy an hour after I take it, but I wonder if it could affect me all day. I usually take it at night and zonks me right out. hmmm, anyone have any theories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did manage to get this completed a couple of weeks ago. It's for a friend in a swap I'm in. I liked it so much, I really was thinking about keeping it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q203/bcscrapper/frame2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-8771693200042970137?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8771693200042970137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=8771693200042970137&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8771693200042970137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/8771693200042970137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/03/productivity-low.html' title='Productivity ... Low'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-925270876904381220</id><published>2008-03-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:12:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrrrmph....</title><content type='html'>Since I'm on a roll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/R88utVDx13I/AAAAAAAAAnk/RTlaRpdnVtE/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174405853153974130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/R88utVDx13I/AAAAAAAAAnk/RTlaRpdnVtE/s400/tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-925270876904381220?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/925270876904381220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=925270876904381220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/925270876904381220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/925270876904381220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/03/thrrrmph.html' title='Thrrrmph....'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/R88utVDx13I/AAAAAAAAAnk/RTlaRpdnVtE/s72-c/tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-544738362904733986</id><published>2008-02-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:12:35.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm a Good Kisser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry I've been MIA. I've been in a slump. I've been sick. The teenager has been on my nerves, or I've been scrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my little one is so cute! He turned 4 two weeks ago. We went to Chuck E. Cheese, and I realized that he is such a young 4 year old. I like it that way! Alot of those other kids are so rough and tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in response to him acting naughty)&lt;br /&gt;Mateo: Mommy can I give you a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No, Mateo you have to pick up those toys you threw first.&lt;br /&gt;Mateo: Aw, but Mommy, I'm a good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he plants one of my cheek. I mean who can resist that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174402258266347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/R88rcFDx12I/AAAAAAAAAnc/-Ybjqx5TVKA/s400/starMateo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-544738362904733986?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/544738362904733986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=544738362904733986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/544738362904733986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/544738362904733986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-im-good-kisser.html' title='But I&apos;m a Good Kisser.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/R88rcFDx12I/AAAAAAAAAnc/-Ybjqx5TVKA/s72-c/starMateo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-998984459603395284</id><published>2008-02-15T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:03:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp my contest!</title><content type='html'>My contest on &lt;a href="http://www.blueprintsketches.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.blueprintsketches.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been around. I've totally been consumed by scrapping. That's what scrapping does to me. Oh and the life of a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentines Day! Mine was good. It was nice to have my family with me. Especially with all the shit my 17 year old has given me in the past weeks. It was nice to be together, no smart ass, no whiney toddler. Everyone was on good behavior. I bought the kids little heart candies. Mateo a monster truck heart shaped box with candy and Victor a heart shaped boxed filled with skittles. He gave me a hug, a really good tight one, and that made me feel warm inside. I'm telling you we've had a rough couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for hanging out with friends and letting him go out. Yeah, cause that's his thing. All he wants to do is go out. That's fine and dandy, as long as you follow my rules. Once you start breaking them, and I start putting you in punishment, you need to follow my punishment rules. Which for the past month he hasn't. What am I supposed to do? I tell him no, he can't go, but by the time I get home he's gone. Then he doesn't come home till way past curfew... So he's punished. He has to do all his chores, plus some around the house, which he does, but with whining and arguing to no end. Then the weekday comes, and he's at it again. No phone calls no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His phone, gone. Taken away. His Ipod, gone too. All he has left is his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I about had it. Yes, I'll admit it, he came home at 11 p.m. on a weeknight! I gave him a good slap in the face. I gave him a couple of lectures at the top of my lungs and told him it was it. He wants to be treated like an adult, but doesn't act like one. An adult should be responsible, and taking off without a phone call home until 11 p.m. is NOT responsible. Hanging out when he is on punishment is NOT responsible. These are his choices, and being responsible means putting up and shutting up about the consquences. I told him if he wasn't ready to live up to my rules and consequences, he might as well get his shit, and see if his friends and their families would welcome him, cause I was D-O-N-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure, he knew I was serious. Because when I got home yesterday he was home. And I could hear the phone ringing and ringing. His friends. All I could hear on his end was "Dude, I can't. I just can't right now. I've got to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad came home, and said c'mon we're going to dinner for Valentines Day. This is the moment the teenager usually cringes and throws a fit, cause he doesn't want to go anywhere with us. Never. But he got up got ready and asked me where we were going. So last night good. Day before, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, for a week I've been dizzy. Like drunk dizzy. It's not my sugar, and I don't what it is. Plus I must have slept wrong, because my neck is killing me. Like I don't have full range of motion, and it's making get headaches. So not in the best of moods to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you heard me complain enough already?? It's been that kind of week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm going to the Scrapbook Expo in Orange County this weekend with a friend! It should be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my great excuse is scrapbooking, I'm gonna share what I've done recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564255426893&amp;site=widget-4d.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=ph&amp;id=432345564255426893&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4d.slide.com/p1/432345564255426893/un_t024_v000_s0ph_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=ph&amp;id=432345564255426893&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4d.slide.com/p2/432345564255426893/un_t024_v000_s0ph_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-998984459603395284?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/998984459603395284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=998984459603395284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/998984459603395284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/998984459603395284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/02/pimp-my-contest.html' title='Pimp my contest!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-7573415492862858745</id><published>2008-02-07T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:06:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Gecko Candles!!!</title><content type='html'>Dierdre at &lt;a href="http://www.bluegeckocandles.com/store/Default.asp"&gt;Blue Gecko candles&lt;/a&gt;, has the best EVER wax tarts!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore them! You have to try Jelly Berry Butter Cookie! It smells like home! And the scents last a really long time. I love coming home and have it still smelling nice and warm from the previous evening. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Dr. Dre is fabulous! I had no idea she made her own scents and tarts. I guarantee you will love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-7573415492862858745?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7573415492862858745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=7573415492862858745&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7573415492862858745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/7573415492862858745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-gecko-candles.html' title='Blue Gecko Candles!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3772731778251592484</id><published>2008-02-05T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:49:16.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better..</title><content type='html'>I was sick. Really sick. See I've been coughing for like 2 months. I went to the DR and they said I had a cold. I was sick over New Years, and just gor progressively sicker. Finally last Monday, I was hacking with every breath. I could not exhale fully and I was tired from not sleeping. I went to the ER. They gave me a puffer and some cough medicine. Stayed home Tuesday and came to work Wednesday, not feeling any better. I was sent home from work, because I was coughing even worse, had glassy eyes, and had the chills. I went to the DR... He gave me some strong antibiotics, steroids and different cough medicine, PLUS I had a fever..102.1. Wow. I didn't even know. It took until Monday morning to feel remotely better. I'm still sick, but at least I can breathe. I'm still coughing though. If I'm still coughing next week, I will go back to the DR. Hopefully they will do an x-ray or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that going on, I haven't had any energy and I've been sleeping lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll have to get back to you with my oh so inquisitive posts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3772731778251592484?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3772731778251592484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3772731778251592484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3772731778251592484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3772731778251592484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better..'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957833247597271562.post-3986563908709177442</id><published>2008-01-31T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:08:48.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling well.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm not feeling well. ER. cough. upset stomach. runny nose. chills. dr. appt. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957833247597271562-3986563908709177442?l=ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3986563908709177442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957833247597271562&amp;postID=3986563908709177442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3986563908709177442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957833247597271562/posts/default/3986563908709177442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-feeling-well.html' title='Not feeling well.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478628137032056085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXpDqh08uvg/SRTtT-4ZSZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MKUYe422Kc8/S220/DSC00245.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
