<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267</id><updated>2009-11-08T16:34:16.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MDx3Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Just trying to figure it all out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-8239114021934264602</id><published>2009-11-06T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:18:07.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I See New Appliances in My Future</title><content type='html'>As I sit here writing this my dishwasher is making to most awful noises. The sad thing is, is that the darn thing is only 6 years old. I wish builders would put reliable appliances in the house when they build them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we aren't paying ridiculous amounts for a new home in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just refuse to go buy another until this one absolutely quits working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the joys of owning a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-8239114021934264602?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8239114021934264602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=8239114021934264602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8239114021934264602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8239114021934264602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-new-appliances-in-my-future.html' title='I See New Appliances in My Future'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-6637772634118966377</id><published>2009-11-05T06:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:50:09.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After ready my last couple of posts I feel, well I feel bad. Yes I am extremely glad that Dexter is not with us. I believe that he needs to be at home with his mom. But the main reason for that is that she knows his illnesses. The boy had some serious issues. And I think that is what scared &amp;amp; stressed me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not up front with us about them. he mom explained a little when I saw here. But when I went to the school, well they scared to crap out of me. The boy was in the hospital for 6 months and missed an entire year of school because of the seizures. In that 6 months at the hospital a good portion of that was in a coma. He had not idea who what and when, when he came out of the coma. And from what the nurses stated there was a whole lot more going on with Dexter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when I said anything to Dexter he started spinning his stories. Everyone else did not know what they were talking about. And I was wrong for listening to them. I think that is what bothered me most because I could see he had no intentions on following what MD and I would request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second and most important reason for wanting him out was Mikayla. She was extremely uncomfortable with him here and did not like being alone with him. I did not want to be uncomfortable in her own home. My responsibility is to her first she is my child not Dexter. This was not conveyed to him as I did not believe he needed to know. But this is her home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD said Dexter came by yesterday afternoon to pick up his medicine that he forgot. MD said that he seemed like he was on drugs or "stoned". I explained that he seemed like that before he left. I asked who brought him here, was it his mom? He said no and he did not know who it was. Dexter said everything was okay. I feel bad for him, but he brings on most of his problems himself, not those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work I must go. The landfill work calls. Man them places are loud, dusty, and stinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-6637772634118966377?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6637772634118966377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=6637772634118966377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6637772634118966377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6637772634118966377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/11/hindsight.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-566146630948677855</id><published>2009-11-04T18:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:39:17.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back down to Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Dexter's plans to get a ride to school failed him. At 11pm the very evening he was arguing with MD and I about riding the bus his friend called and said he COULD NOT pick him up. HA lesson learned there, MD &amp;amp; I are usually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning Dexter got on the bus, I finished getting ready and started to leave the house to take Devin to school. The phone rang, it was Dexter. He forgot to take his medicine (if he does not take his meds he WILL have a seizure)so that left me responsible to get him his medication. So I got Devin in the car and off the Dexter's school we went. I got there and the nurses refused to accept the medication (knowing full well Dexter needed it) because I did not have a doctors note nor did I have the pharmacy bottle (this I never had). I explained that I did not have the time to wait for Dexter's bus to get to school. They suggested that I go speak with Ms. Principle. Fine I knew her very well thanks to Devin so hopefully she would help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that Ms. Principle was in a meeting, I did not care. I walked to the door and tapped, politely asked if she could speak with me for a minute. Surprisingly she came out. I explained what was going on and she lifted her eyes to the ceiling and held out her jacket pocket. I immediately took the hint and dropped Dexter's meds in her pocket. She asked how things were going with Dexter at our house, so I briefly gave her a rundown of things going on. She said that when she spoke with him and found out that he was with us she had to laugh. She told him that he went from the frying pan to the fire. He said he did not understand what she was saying. So she told him that she knew me and that I was even stricter than his mother. And that I never take no for an answer. She said she just had to giggle. I explained I had to go and that I was going to be late for work and still had to take Devin to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They day went on then Dexter's mom called me to explain that he was trying to leave school early. I was thinking "this is my problem why". She went on to say that if he left he was getting 10 days suspension. She knew that if he did not go to school he would NOT be staying any longer at my house. we talked (rather she talked) of other things and I finally said that I needed to get back to work. Within the hour Ms. Principle called asking if I was still at work? My reply was yes. She asked what time I got off work, my reply 5pm. She went on to tell me that Dexter left school but was still wondering around the school grounds trying to get a ride to my house. I explained that I was NOT going to leave work to get him. He wan walk since he decided to leave early and refused to ride the proper bus. She talked some more then again I explained that I needed to get back to work. An hour later Ms. Principle called again. wanting to discuss the suspension with me (um why? I am not mom), at that point I explained that Dexter was at my home (Mikayla called and let me know) and that I could not discuss him at that moment. She asked if she could call the house to speak with him, I gave her the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had called MD explained everything that went on with my day and Dexter. I am stressed beyond stressed. I have not been this stressed even with everything with Devin and that is ridiculous. While I was running errands with Mikayla MD explained to Dexter that he had to go, that I was a mess and he could not have that. I took Dexter home after we had dinner. His mom I don't think really wanted him to come home but I was not giving either of them a choice. Dexter tried several times in talking me out of it. My answer was work this out with your mom. He repeatedly tried making me feel guilty for making him leave and I called him on it. I told him that it was not helping him that he kept doing that and all that was doing was making me mad. When I got to his mothers she was not answering the door, so I called her, told her he was at the door and to let him in. When she did I drove off and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to start saying no in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-566146630948677855?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/566146630948677855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=566146630948677855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/566146630948677855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/566146630948677855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-dexters-plans-to-get-ride-to-school.html' title='Back down to Three'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-2022668179815020388</id><published>2009-11-02T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:03:33.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never take anything at Face value</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my last post I mentioned that we have let one of Devin's friends stay with us after a police officer asked that we let him stay for a while so he and his mother could cool off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was 4 days ago and we still have the young man here.  I asked that he speak with his mother on Sunday to work things out and make sure he had plenty of medication (this is something I will go into in a bit).  When he was brought back again by the police I asked what happened.  He said she is crazy and refused to give him clothes and they got in another arguments.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried with all his might to get Felicia to side with him in the arguments.  I would not budge in this.  I tried explaining to him that we as mothers only want what is best for our children.  Even if it does not seem like it to the kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the stories kept coming.  I tried to keep giving this confused young man the benefit of the doubt.  Plus he somehow got on MD's soft side.  For once it is I who is the heavy and MD is the soft one.  I don't know what he sees in this kid I mean he is a nice kid and all but there is just something that bugs me.  I don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD and I had a discussion tonight with Dexter.  Asking what his plans are, explaining that this was a temporary situation.  Dexter started with stories on how awful his mom is, how awful his life is etc etc etc.  MD sucking it up the whole time.  Meanwhile I started see HUGE holes in his stories.  Things he has told us before not jiving with what he is telling us now.  We told him again that he needs to speak with his mom and work things out.  He said that he could not she will not let him come home.  She will not work things out with him.  So I asked if it would help if I spoke with his mother.  He adamantly refused that.  Said that I could not and should not speak with his mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bug got buggier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go take Mikayla to dance and on the way back I saw a policeman sitting in his car.  I stopped and asked him questions.  He said said that my idea about talking to his mom was a good one and I should probably do so.  I said I was not exactly sure of where she lived, I just an idea of where.  So he did me a favor, first he asked me the last name, I did not have that.  So he check the police records of the two days that I mentioned.  He found her address and gave it to me and bid me good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice chat with his mom, found out a lot of the things he said were not true.  He told us he had no other family to turn too, his grandmother was dead.  That little bit of info crushed his mom.  His grandmother is alive and well.   Dexter has MAJOR medical issues.  More than I am comfortable handling.  She did say he was not welcome unless he was willing to follow her rules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG he is doing it again right now, arguing with us about how he is getting to school.  We told him to ride the bus he argued with us.  I already spoke with his mom she said the principle tried to get him on the bus and he refused.  Now he is arguing with us about it.  I and starting to get very frustrated. Because now he does not want me to call the school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His days are numbered I am telling ya.  I don't like people trying to make a fool of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-2022668179815020388?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2022668179815020388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=2022668179815020388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2022668179815020388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2022668179815020388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-take-anything-at-face-value.html' title='Never take anything at Face value'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-3096598701693121707</id><published>2009-10-30T18:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:34:22.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The House with The Swinging Door</title><content type='html'>Years ago when Felicia was still in high school she had a friend that was having problems at home. Kay (is what we will call her) was bouncing around from friends house to friends house. She was running out of places to go so Felicia asked if she could stay with us till graduation. I said yes with one stipulation, she had to follow the rules of the house.  I did after all have brother and sister to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following house rules meant in by curfew, with the exception of being at work.  Going to school everyday.  And if you don't go to school you don't go to work.  And helping around the house and picking up after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it lasted for a couple of weeks.  Things happened and I explained to Kay that if it happened again she would not be welcomed to stay any longer.  Then we found out that Kay had lice, since she slept with Felicia I check her and YES she had lice also!  Bummer we have never had to deal with this ever.  Then I check Mikayla and BAM she had them too.  Devin escaped the bugs.  I went to the store bought what I needed to de-bug the girls.  They all of course had to stay home from school.  Which meant they miss work.  Kay decided she needed to work.  I explained that 1 it was a health issue she should not be working at a restaurant with bugs in her hair.  and 2 that was breaking the house rules.  She said she was going to work.  I said then she would have to find somewhere else to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I did not totally turn my back on the girl, she still would come over and I would treat her hair.  Then when they graduated she got ready here and I took pictures of the girls.  But I could not have her staying here with refusing to follow rules.  I do have to say we miss Kay and she was a very sweet and her and Felicia were such good friends and still are.  Felicia just flew to Texas for her wedding.  Kay brought her boyfriend here so he could meet us which I loved.  I am glad she understood the reasons I would not let her stay with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems it's Devin's turn to bring home the lost puppy.  We now have another boy living here.  We will call him Dexter.  The police showed up here Friday night and asked MD if he could stay with us for a while.  What was MD going to say ....no?  From what we understand there was a fight between he and his mother and she had him in a head lock and hitting him.  I was shocked, I have met this women before, she is this little petite thing.  It was hard for me to imagine this but then again I did only meet her once.  He is 18 so I guess that is why the police let him go to a friends house vs family services.  But now MD and I are wondering how long he will be staying.  To listen to Dexter he is here forever or at least till graduation.  I am not so sure about that.  We will have to see how this affects Devin.  So far it has been a good thing for Devin, but I can see where it will wear on him.  I guess when that happens we will then have to decide what to do then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can not believe is that these kids parents are not going nuts looking for them, wanting them back home.  Kay never went back home.  She left my house in early December, graduated high school a semester early (in December) and went to Texas to stay with an aunt.  I wonder if we are going to have Dexter here that long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-3096598701693121707?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3096598701693121707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=3096598701693121707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3096598701693121707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3096598701693121707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-with-swinging-door.html' title='The House with The Swinging Door'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-5614501636693173582</id><published>2009-10-26T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:22:31.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Have Lift Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just received a call from a gentleman at Quest. We have an intake meeting appointment tomorrow at 1pm. He starts his new school on Wednesday. I was told that if I could get in at 9am tomorrow he will stay for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't swing that at work on this short of notice. I mean I guess I could just do it but then I am leaving my office in the lurch with no assistants. We are all scrambling as it is trying to fiqure out how we are going to get everything our clients want done completed befroe the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny coincidence is that first thing this morning the school finally emailed me back about a staffing meeting for Devin, we settled on a date and time, then couple hours later Quest called. Guess I can cancel the school meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calendar has so many scratch off marks from schedule changes it is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad don't worry about Devin. We are all HOPING that this is a good thing for him. The whole school is supposed to be like an IEP (Individual Eduction Program)and Devin will get a lot of individual attention/assistance. Or at least that is what we are told. Only down fall is that we have to provide transportaion. But they know we both work full time and are willing work with us on providing one way, either there or back. We shall see how that works out with everthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-5614501636693173582?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5614501636693173582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=5614501636693173582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/5614501636693173582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/5614501636693173582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-we-have-lift-off.html' title='And We Have Lift Off'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-2030557595166063052</id><published>2009-10-25T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:13:26.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are in a Holding Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't said much lately about Devin and his goings on.  Basically because that is we are in a holding pattern.  He is not in trouble any longer legally with the exception of being on probation.  That will not go away anytime soon.  But when it comes to school the boy has mentally checked out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this year he has decided he cannot get to his 1st or 4th hours on time.  Our school district has this nifty little website that I can at anytime check in and see class work grades, attendance, tardies, special announcements, and lunch account balances.  So when I noticed that he was having a problem getting to his 4th hour class I immediately emailed his principle looking for suggestions on what to do to head this off.  Her response "let's wait till he gets to 10 first".  Okay first off when you get to 10 tardies you get a 4 hour Saturday detention, which violates his probation (get in NO trouble in school or at home).  I was very upset with this suggestion, I did not want to wait until it got out of hand.  Guess the school does not believe in being proactive just reactive.  SUCKS!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I TRIED to head it off myself, explaining to Devin what will happen when he gets too many tardies.  He of course gave all kinds of excuses on why he is late to just his one class.  And nothing I could say would sink in.  He ended up not only getting 10 tardies (which like I said got him one 4 hour detention) he got so many that he got 20 hours of detentions!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if getting ALL these detention hours were not enough, Devin decided he would NOT do them.  Which resulted in 3 days of in school suspension.  And then I guess he got "bored" in that setting and goofed off.  That landed him a 1 day out of school suspension.  And then the next thing i know he has another 3 days in school suspension.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not get a clue on how his actions in school would affect him out of school.  When we kept talking to him regarding just this fact he would respond every time with "my probation never said anything about tardies"  and "they can't do anything about me  in school".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday he was proved VERY wrong.  His probation officer had us come in for a meeting, and SHE explained to Devin that what and how he behaves in school very much affects his probation.  She was very upset with him and she let him know it.  She explained that everything he does everywhere affects his probation and the courts decision on what to do with him.  She revised his probation rules explained each in detail.  Hoping I guess to make him understand the severity of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not sink in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She showed up for her bi-weekly meeting with him that very next Monday.  And found out from him, MD, and I that he did not follow his rules over the weekend!  She was set to send him to DYS (division of youth services).  Devin plead his case and talked her out of that.  But he could not talk her out of sending him to Quest.  Quest is a state run transition school for kids coming out of DYS or kids on their way in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that NOW the school wants to discuss Devin's progress or there lack of.  Now really?  I have been asking for help for the last 2 months.  I explained that I would love for them to finally help me and Devin.  And that I have already contacted the Learning Disabilities Association (at the request of his neurologist) and they too are reviewing his IEPs and grades.  Funny thing, after I mentioned who I contacted, they never responded back to me.  Still waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probation officer contacted me Friday to inform me that the Quest office will be contacting me this upcoming week to schedule and in-take meeting and get Devin transferred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side!!!!!!! Devin has been working with MD on the weekends.  They have been getting along much better.  And as far as his attitude..........it has been fabulous.  That is the one thing that throws everyone.  Even when he is in the principles office for the tardies, she said he was extremely pleasant to speak with.  Probation officer says the same thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just sitting on the holding pattern, waiting for take off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-2030557595166063052?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2030557595166063052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=2030557595166063052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2030557595166063052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2030557595166063052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-in-holding-pattern.html' title='We are in a Holding Pattern'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-3352672091065141979</id><published>2009-10-16T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:33:37.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Your Inner Pegan Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StjXauSs_mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UbStBxTLLCQ/s1600-h/1042307049_quizdianaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297407879216738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StjXauSs_mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UbStBxTLLCQ/s400/1042307049_quizdianaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana is the chaste huntress of Greek/Roman mythology. She is also the goddess of the moon, therefore her movement is just as mysterious and shadowy. She is very moody, the opposite of her brother the sun god Apollo, but very protective of innocence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-3352672091065141979?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3352672091065141979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=3352672091065141979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3352672091065141979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3352672091065141979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-your-inner-pegan-goddess.html' title='Who is Your Inner Pegan Goddess'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StjXauSs_mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UbStBxTLLCQ/s72-c/1042307049_quizdianaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-7629849241985262093</id><published>2009-10-10T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:17:41.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Business Endevor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMShXVrHI/AAAAAAAAB3w/oc2zno82Npw/s1600-h/Picture+046+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391033372528454770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMShXVrHI/AAAAAAAAB3w/oc2zno82Npw/s320/Picture+046+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Audrey is once again looking for that extra income to help her make ends meet. It is hard being a single mom. But what's harder is a single mom with expensive taste, and that is my sister. Don't get me wrong she has toned down her spending since she got her divorce. But she still has champagne taste.  That and the ex doesn't seem to want to pay his child support.  Oh but that is a different rant for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMTEei8hI/AAAAAAAAB34/3aqQfyRoU5o/s1600-h/Picture+048+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391033381953925650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMTEei8hI/AAAAAAAAB34/3aqQfyRoU5o/s320/Picture+048+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has taken on little side jobs (so to say) to help supplement her income. I forget all of them but I do remember there was Pampered Chef and now Lea Sophia jewelery. I hosted a party for both of these little endeavors. Of course I did benefit also, you know getting the "free" stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMTwsV0QI/AAAAAAAAB4A/UIxLzXGnj2o/s1600-h/Picture+051+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391033393822945538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMTwsV0QI/AAAAAAAAB4A/UIxLzXGnj2o/s320/Picture+051+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friends and neighbors were great, they all came to show support for my sister.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They showed SO much support I was able to get over $700 worth of jewelery for $130.  And Since I rarely wear jewelery I shared my good fortune with a few friends that are in tough spots right now.  Some are single moms with college kids, some are in the middle of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;/divorce.  So I let them partake in some discounts also.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides I really do not need that much jewelery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMUR2_AYI/AAAAAAAAB4I/JRWwILNlVcQ/s1600-h/Picture+052+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391033402725958018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMUR2_AYI/AAAAAAAAB4I/JRWwILNlVcQ/s320/Picture+052+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even our friend Cindy flew in from New York to come to my party to help Audrey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually she was flying in anyway, Missouri is part of her territory and she gets to visit whenever she has to be in town.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish Audrey all the luck in the world.  But what I really wish is that she would get out of the money pit house she lives in and move her butt closer to me.  Lot easier to help and hang together if it didn't cost 1/2 a tank of gas to see her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-7629849241985262093?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7629849241985262093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=7629849241985262093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7629849241985262093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7629849241985262093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-business-endevor.html' title='Another Business Endevor'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/StDMShXVrHI/AAAAAAAAB3w/oc2zno82Npw/s72-c/Picture+046+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-488619961304264678</id><published>2009-10-07T09:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:56:30.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firemen + Sand Volley Ball = FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Sunday the weather was absolutely beautiful. Not hot and not cold, as Little Red Riding Hood would say it was just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jodi and I have an old acquaintance that we have re-connected with on FaceBook and he is a Fireman in the area. He posted (on FB) that they were doing a fundraiser for MD at their local union hall, Sand Volleyball and for anyone interested to come on out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytffiGobI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mIVAklquxnw/s1600-h/Picture+091+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873610607731122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytffiGobI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mIVAklquxnw/s320/Picture+091+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking for an excuse to get out of the house. So I called a couple friends and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssytg7tmKWI/AAAAAAAAB2w/cmg7QrbXTHg/s1600-h/IMG_1114+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873635351996770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssytg7tmKWI/AAAAAAAAB2w/cmg7QrbXTHg/s320/IMG_1114+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure how I did it, but I got Devin to go with me and enjoy the weather with his mom. He refused to play but he did take all the pictures. And he did a very good job if I might say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytfyjPPsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/v5PxSDA4o2o/s1600-h/IMG_1144+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873615712763586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytfyjPPsI/AAAAAAAAB2g/v5PxSDA4o2o/s320/IMG_1144+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got quite a few "action" shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt-6pL-kI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/cKHG9D9cEhQ/s1600-h/Picture+079+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874150461143618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt-6pL-kI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/cKHG9D9cEhQ/s320/Picture+079+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt90X83MI/AAAAAAAAB3I/5PX8D241D8Q/s1600-h/Picture+034+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874131598367938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt90X83MI/AAAAAAAAB3I/5PX8D241D8Q/s320/Picture+034+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denny (our fireman friend) was very excited that Jodi and I came to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyw5LcEFrI/AAAAAAAAB3o/fDy9KKGh59Y/s1600-h/IMG_1126+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389877350425171634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyw5LcEFrI/AAAAAAAAB3o/fDy9KKGh59Y/s320/IMG_1126+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said his team needed all the help they could get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt9RKba9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/Bwp9G3Bpw0k/s1600-h/IMG_1132+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874122146409426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt9RKba9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/Bwp9G3Bpw0k/s320/IMG_1132+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am guessing that they lost the first round they played before we got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt-VF9cbI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/nQT7LGwyC-U/s1600-h/Picture+074+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874140381278642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt-VF9cbI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/nQT7LGwyC-U/s320/Picture+074+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jodi and I explained that it had been years since we have played so don't expect a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt_qtwReI/AAAAAAAAB3g/S5gS3S-VGVM/s1600-h/Picture+090+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389874163365201378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssyt_qtwReI/AAAAAAAAB3g/S5gS3S-VGVM/s320/Picture+090+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got on our ready and gave it our all. We actually made some VERY impressive shots. That is if I do say so myself. I did surprise even myself and Nathan (my friend Alicia's son). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytgfHzi1I/AAAAAAAAB2o/Ky2n6n7W72w/s1600-h/IMG_1103+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389873627677297490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytgfHzi1I/AAAAAAAAB2o/Ky2n6n7W72w/s320/IMG_1103+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my victory dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-488619961304264678?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/488619961304264678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=488619961304264678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/488619961304264678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/488619961304264678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/firemen-sand-volley-ball-fun.html' title='Firemen + Sand Volley Ball = FUN'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsytffiGobI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mIVAklquxnw/s72-c/Picture+091+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-4430213040520531571</id><published>2009-10-03T09:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:47:43.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend was my 25 year class reunion.  I decided that this year I would attend, the only other reunion I attended was our 10 year and that was just to show off MD (since we were still newlyweds).  And thanks to FaceBook I have actually gotten to get reacquainted with a few lost friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdaubrV3KI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FeOBoWV-jvI/s1600-h/Picture+061+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375232922115234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdaubrV3KI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FeOBoWV-jvI/s320/Picture+061+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbEnrtz_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/O9nvP_P7P-c/s1600-h/Picture+066+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375614102032370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbEnrtz_I/AAAAAAAAB1o/O9nvP_P7P-c/s320/Picture+066+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This years reunion was held at a local park and of course the weather did not cooperate.  It rained sporadically all day and was cold.  Which in turn kept a lot of people from attending.  But those of us die hard goofballs had a good time reminiscing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdauwDJHUI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/q886m6pBvSs/s1600-h/Picture+062+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375238390652226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdauwDJHUI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/q886m6pBvSs/s320/Picture+062+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssdat_N50xI/AAAAAAAAB1A/eCO9SZlz9yQ/s1600-h/Picture+060+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375225282450194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Ssdat_N50xI/AAAAAAAAB1A/eCO9SZlz9yQ/s320/Picture+060+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbERZeoYI/AAAAAAAAB1g/xcNhgsmLCvQ/s1600-h/Picture+064+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375608119959938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbERZeoYI/AAAAAAAAB1g/xcNhgsmLCvQ/s320/Picture+064+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdatDflY3I/AAAAAAAAB04/aD6tOBEqnuA/s1600-h/Picture+059+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375209250481010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdatDflY3I/AAAAAAAAB04/aD6tOBEqnuA/s320/Picture+059+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdavQKCgFI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Dn6uLQ-N1T0/s1600-h/Picture+063+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375247009513554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdavQKCgFI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Dn6uLQ-N1T0/s320/Picture+063+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some I remember well  and could even recognize.  Others WOW they have changed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbGPFquvI/AAAAAAAAB2A/shHST58xFVY/s1600-h/Picture+069+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375641859734258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbGPFquvI/AAAAAAAAB2A/shHST58xFVY/s320/Picture+069+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbYwL4DtI/AAAAAAAAB2I/wqf5ZUtaD_Y/s1600-h/Picture+070+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375959981788882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbYwL4DtI/AAAAAAAAB2I/wqf5ZUtaD_Y/s320/Picture+070+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mean changed in a bad way, just changed.  Some lost a lot of weight, some gained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbZTKEKQI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/DpZxHQhGNCc/s1600-h/Picture+071+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375969369434370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbZTKEKQI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/DpZxHQhGNCc/s320/Picture+071+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbFvgTKjI/AAAAAAAAB14/_5ZBWDJnMY8/s1600-h/Picture+068+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375633381501490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbFvgTKjI/AAAAAAAAB14/_5ZBWDJnMY8/s320/Picture+068+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think time alone killed a few of my memory cells but then again I did have a graduating class of over 700.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbFZ4bd2I/AAAAAAAAB1w/Uj4ExawL7YM/s1600-h/Picture+067+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388375627577128802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdbFZ4bd2I/AAAAAAAAB1w/Uj4ExawL7YM/s320/Picture+067+(Large).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noway I could know EVERYONE I graduated with much less know the over 2,500 people that attended my high school in any given year I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-4430213040520531571?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4430213040520531571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=4430213040520531571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4430213040520531571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4430213040520531571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/10/class-reunion.html' title='Class Reunion'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsdaubrV3KI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FeOBoWV-jvI/s72-c/Picture+061+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-8140531427549130708</id><published>2009-09-28T20:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:20:36.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much for Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsFnv1ei7vI/AAAAAAAAB0A/wijvsYxGOBU/s1600-h/September+25th+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386700700818534130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsFnv1ei7vI/AAAAAAAAB0A/wijvsYxGOBU/s400/September+25th+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my first Laser Hair Removal appointment Sunday. Let me tell you what IT HURT! And don't let anyone ever tell you it does not. Denise (the esthatician) and I talked a lot during my session. I needed a distraction. But she was saying that some women do more than legs or bikini area done. They get the entire "nether region" done. I mean are they freaking nuts. I mean okay it did not hurt to the point I could not finish the session, but I mean OMG that area is WAY too sensitive, too delicate, to freaking personal for someone to just be going in and lasering shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsFnwAOTOXI/AAAAAAAAB0I/jhyB756QQu0/s1600-h/September+25th+(1)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386700703703185778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsFnwAOTOXI/AAAAAAAAB0I/jhyB756QQu0/s400/September+25th+(1)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at this machine would you want this thing going anywhere near your nether region?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry got carried away there. So I survived through what "felt" like something between being snapped with a rubber band over and over &amp;amp; being pin pricked over and over. I go home with instructions that I am not to exercises (no sweating), no hot tubs, no extremely hot showers. I forget why something about hair follicles getting messed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to follow directions and do as I'm told. But as lick would have it I still ended up with mumpy looking legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1UCukwSI/AAAAAAAAB0o/1YnfmbNBe2U/s1600-h/September+27th+(2)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386715616501874978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1UCukwSI/AAAAAAAAB0o/1YnfmbNBe2U/s320/September+27th+(2)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not start out this way. Sunday they looked normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night a few "bumps" started showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1TvYuhDI/AAAAAAAAB0g/A4q1bKjqxwk/s1600-h/September+27th+(3)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386715611309966386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1TvYuhDI/AAAAAAAAB0g/A4q1bKjqxwk/s320/September+27th+(3)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning lots of bumps started showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1USymSgI/AAAAAAAAB0w/A2ptPuYsp5o/s1600-h/September+27th+(1)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386715620813720066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsF1USymSgI/AAAAAAAAB0w/A2ptPuYsp5o/s320/September+27th+(1)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Monday went on the "bumps" started turning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red and itchy. Now they OMG itch. I can not put enough aloe and cortisone on them fast enough. I called Denise today explained what was happening. Her response was "it's okay, it is common for that to happen. " When I told her that my legs looked like I had the mumps her voice turned excited and said "oh that's good, you should have good results".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hu? Good results???? I am itching like a freak and she is excited??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so hoping that this will be worth it and there will be no more shaving come next summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-8140531427549130708?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8140531427549130708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=8140531427549130708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8140531427549130708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8140531427549130708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-for-beauty.html' title='So Much for Beauty'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SsFnv1ei7vI/AAAAAAAAB0A/wijvsYxGOBU/s72-c/September+25th+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-4623804301397438272</id><published>2009-09-26T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:19:05.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little bit on Nothin</title><content type='html'>I really have not had anything I want to talk about lately, or at least nothing of note or interest.   I must be getting the blaa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The boy is driving me crazy (nothing new there), Felicia is in Texas this weekend to participate in her friends wedding (this will not help with me getting to postpone hers for a year), and Mikayla has definitely entered the be mean and nasty to your parents teenage years.  I have also been bad with my Boot Camp.  I have missed my last two sessions, which makes me feel ..... well just really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my "Class Reunion Picnic" today.  There is a plus to this week after all.  FaceBook has reunited me with a couple of old lost friends and it will really be nice today to see them today.  Hopefully the rain stays away as we are at a park with no cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went yesterday to finally use that wonderful &lt;a href="http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-and-counting.html"&gt;anniversary gift &lt;/a&gt;MD had gotten for me.  I made the appointment and I thought I asked all the right questions.  You know like do I shave or not.  I don't know how laser hair removal works!!!  The very nice man on the other end said no shave, there needs to be hair to "hook" onto (that statement right there SCARED me).  I show up and sit in their very nice waiting room (I just LOVE spas) in a massage chair to DIE for.  Finally they come call me in, have me change, and sit in a very low lit room for another while.  Then the very nice estnatition comes in takes one look at my legs and says "I have to send you home you didn't shave".  I explained to her I was told not too.  She said that it has to be as "smooth" as possible and that if she continued today all we would do is smell burning hair (again another statement that scared me).  I said okay I don't live far I will run home shave and come back (I did take the day off work for this).  she said she did not have another opening until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back Sunday.  Could not argue with the lady it was not her fault the idiot who answered the phone has no clue what he is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much it I guess.  I really am TRYING to keep an upbeat attitude.  So complaining too much will not help with that.  Maybe I will vent later when it is safer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-4623804301397438272?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4623804301397438272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=4623804301397438272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4623804301397438272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4623804301397438272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-on-nothin.html' title='A Little bit on Nothin'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-2458466227503593181</id><published>2009-09-16T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:05:43.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMPF</title><content type='html'>He is a master of deception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here MD and I thought he saw the light, the error of his ways, the light bulb kicked on, whatever and however you want to say it.  We thought he finally got a clue.  Well now we are thinking maybe not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - he starts off great, doing homework, making an effort to be in class on time and participate.  Within one week that was done.  Within two weeks we are failing again.  Within three weeks we are getting letters from school regarding tardies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - he started off making an effort to not hang with the "bad" boys.  Going out and hanging with different kids (not sure yet if THEY are any better choices or not).  Within three weeks he was back to hanging with the wrong boys again, and blowing off the friends he had just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Rules - Of course when he got to come home he was FABULOUS!  followed every rule we and the courts gave him.  Once school started.........well that is a different story.  He started to refuse to help around the house, started coming home after curfew (court appointed curfew), started sneaking out at night, not calling his PO, and now back to smoking (yes this was a court appointed rule also especially seeing how he is not 18 yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reminded him regularly about his choices and what the consequences will be.  I remind him that I will not lie for him if I am asked directly about his behavior and whether or not he is following the rules.  he says that he does not want to get sent away again but every action, every tone of his speech, every movement he makes says otherwise.  We have grounded him, taken things away from him (again), we have refused requests, we have offered rewards.  Nothing, and I mean absolutely NOTHING is working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now teachers are contacting me telling ME I need to "fix" Devin.  For one thing I tell them that I cannot do a thing about work/activities done three weeks ago.  If they want me to be a bigger part of his school life they need to contact me a lot sooner than 3 weeks.  They have my email (which is the fastest &amp;amp; easiest way to reach me), my cell number, and my work number.  I am not unreachable.  They come up with their own excuses for why they do not contact me sooner, my response is if you want me to help on your turf you need but only to ask.  But ask sooner rather than later.  I mean really, I am not going to get Devin to do work and turn it in if it will not count for towards his grade any longer.  I have tried, it does not work.  So asking for my help when my help will really not improve his grade anyway is a waste of every one's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, I just do not get them.  I am way to use to Felicia and Mikayla and their drive to excel and do well.     Why does he not?  Why are boys wired so differently?  Why do only wrong, improper things motivate them?  Why Why Why can he not do what is expected of him?  Why does he think everything should just be given to him on a silver platter!  We have never done this with him (yea he is spoiled but not that spoiled) or the girls.  Don't get me wrong the girls are not angles by no means.  But they know when to say when so to say.  Maybe girls are just a different set of problems than boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just........ I just don't know how to help him anymore.  I just don't know what to do with or about him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-2458466227503593181?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2458466227503593181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=2458466227503593181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2458466227503593181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/2458466227503593181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/humpf.html' title='HUMPF'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-4595614204861784357</id><published>2009-09-14T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:30:52.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh It Hurts So Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my fist night with my personal trainer. OH MY GRACIOUS (just being nice, not what I really wanted to say) I am sooo sore. He had Jodi and I run a mile, walk 1/2 mile, do some weird sideways run a quarter mile, turn and do it again. Then as if he had not induced enough pain upon us he had us do lunches AND squats! Then finally when we thought we saw the end he started on more! Next was 25 jumping jacks, then with our feet standing shoulder with apart we had to do circles with our arms. He said "once you FEEL the BURN do 15 more". Holy Crow the man knew how to hurt. Once that was done we had to make circles the other direction. Then he moved the pain to another part of my body and had us doing some kind of backwards push ups using the back to the car bumper and lower and raise ourselves. he said for the first night just do as many as we can. "It is not a contest" he continually told us. "it is not about how many we can do, but how we do it". And with that I did 5 and was done. But it seemed he was not, we had to do push ups next. Now here is where I sort of impressed him. I did only 5 but with my feet crossed on one foot. While he said this impressed him, I had to confess that this was the only way I could do them. If I have both feet down I can not do a push up at all. He laughed. Finally we had to stand, cross our legs and touch our toes. I did, and I am surprised that I did not fall over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got a lecture on eating habits. At that point I informed him I have already been instructed that I need to consume 3,000 calories a day by my physician. So we discussed types of food and how to train my metabolism. Of which I already have this part of the training down pat and he agreed after we finished talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY sore and terrible afraid of how I will be feeling tomorrow! But I did it! I lived through the first night. I am afraid of Wednesday, which is my next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to explain to him though that while Jodi wants to loose weight, I do not. I just want to firm up the jiggly parts. He said that it will not be a problem. That was good to hear. Don't want to do all this pain for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-4595614204861784357?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4595614204861784357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=4595614204861784357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4595614204861784357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/4595614204861784357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-it-hurts-so-good.html' title='Oh It Hurts So Good.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-861555531117564504</id><published>2009-09-13T20:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:17:32.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goal Has Been Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have decided to get into shape. Why you ask? Well the list is long my blog world friends. The spare tire around my waist, the cottage cheese that has implanted itself on my butt and thighs, and the extra skin hanging from my out stretched arms are but a few reasons I have decided that it is time to get into something resembling "in shape". And these items of course are proof that the couch and I have become too close of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sq21XdqHIhI/AAAAAAAABz4/0kHjL8c4gno/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381156544480485906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sq21XdqHIhI/AAAAAAAABz4/0kHjL8c4gno/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are already into an exercise routine. Some of you already regularly attend marathons and triathlons. I have read your trials and triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps you motivated? What gets you out of bed every morning and onto the road?&lt;br /&gt;We all know training is hard – but there is a reason you do it. I want to know what your motivator is, need to know what motivates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is trying to talk me into participating in the St. Pats Day 5k run in March. So I have between now and then to get into shape, stop smoking, and build some kind of endurance. We have gotten her brother "Drill Sargent" (who is a personal trainer) to train us and be a driving force for us. And we got him to do this for free. Of course this is not totally done out of the kindness of his heart. He is using us as guinea pigs as he is also wanting to start a "Boot Camp" and work the kinks out on us. The nice part about using Drill Sargent as our trainer is he also a chiropractor. So if we get to out of whack he can put us back together again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sq21WzjCFkI/AAAAAAAABzw/wIgt2fFcUxA/s1600-h/runners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381156533176505922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sq21WzjCFkI/AAAAAAAABzw/wIgt2fFcUxA/s320/runners.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon of course I have not fully agreed to just as yet. I mean really, me run 5k now, at my age, in my shape? I am sooo not in high school track anymore. Then, hell yes in a heart beat, now .... um we shall see. We shall just see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-861555531117564504?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/861555531117564504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=861555531117564504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/861555531117564504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/861555531117564504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/goal-has-been-set.html' title='A Goal Has Been Set'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sq21XdqHIhI/AAAAAAAABz4/0kHjL8c4gno/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-6543578950357557776</id><published>2009-09-11T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:54:22.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fungus Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So the weather in Missouri this Summer has been nothing but unusual to say the least.  I can count on my hands how many times I actually got in the our pool to swim.  All our friends are asking why we do not use the pool more because "you have a heater".  My response is "well you have to get out sometime"  and it has just been plain ole cold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpeaicIwaI/AAAAAAAABy4/puc6amhmKEU/s1600-h/September+11+(1)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216514861908386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpeaicIwaI/AAAAAAAABy4/puc6amhmKEU/s320/September+11+(1)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpeaNkNOZI/AAAAAAAAByw/FTiNxaObOk8/s1600-h/September+11+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216509258611090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpeaNkNOZI/AAAAAAAAByw/FTiNxaObOk8/s320/September+11+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the cool weather we have notice these WEIRD things growing in my landscaping.  I know they are some sort of mushroom but I have NEVER seen one like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all the cool wet weather my plants are not fairing well either.  Our day lillies are in constant need of cleaning and are rarely producing flowers.  And our evergreens keep trying to die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpebeXVKSI/AAAAAAAABzA/Ezk1r1NJPPM/s1600-h/September+11+(4)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216530947877154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpebeXVKSI/AAAAAAAABzA/Ezk1r1NJPPM/s320/September+11+(4)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpebhF6SOI/AAAAAAAABzI/AeYa6jYW42A/s1600-h/September+11+(7)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380216531680119010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpebhF6SOI/AAAAAAAABzI/AeYa6jYW42A/s320/September+11+(7)+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I know what will be my chores today.  So much for maintenance free landscaping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-6543578950357557776?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6543578950357557776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=6543578950357557776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6543578950357557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6543578950357557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/fungus-among-us.html' title='Fungus Among Us'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqpeaicIwaI/AAAAAAAABy4/puc6amhmKEU/s72-c/September+11+(1)+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-7892705332566122096</id><published>2009-09-10T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:54:59.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of a Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqkEfThxNAI/AAAAAAAAByo/0K1szNAM51E/s1600-h/Picture+038+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379836165735134210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqkEfThxNAI/AAAAAAAAByo/0K1szNAM51E/s320/Picture+038+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when you do not pay attention to your little wiener dog who LOVES to chew up soft fluffy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqkEe3oetSI/AAAAAAAAByg/FyM0GaUvVE8/s1600-h/Picture+035+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379836158247089442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqkEe3oetSI/AAAAAAAAByg/FyM0GaUvVE8/s320/Picture+035+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will pay for it later as it IS HIS bed.  Now he has to sleep on hard plastic.&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/36795267-7892705332566122096?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7892705332566122096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=7892705332566122096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7892705332566122096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7892705332566122096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-of-pet.html' title='The Joy of a Pet'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqkEfThxNAI/AAAAAAAAByo/0K1szNAM51E/s72-c/Picture+038+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-7256357196164272711</id><published>2009-09-08T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:16:08.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Labor Day with no Labor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a weekend of just puttering around the house. Little work was done, and it was oh so good to not have a list of things that needed to get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did however do a lot of eating and a lot of visiting with friends! And of course MD was his usual self......the clown. He absolutely refuses to "pose" for a picture without making one of his faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379195230324508642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9j9D3x-I/AAAAAAAAByQ/oCQN2JiBH5I/s320/Picture+048+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone seems to like MD this way, so I say nothing and smile with him. He does at least make life a bit interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379195192774556210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9hxLQ-jI/AAAAAAAABxw/PORGTRx5L3g/s320/Picture+036+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we were going to have some neighbors and friends over for a BBQ. But Jim decided he wanted everyone to come to his house. So we all did, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and we&lt;/span&gt; ate A LOT of food. Jodi, MD, and I brought pork steaks (grilled in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MD's&lt;/span&gt; sauce), shrimp scampi &amp;amp; scallops served over garlic butter rice (oh my that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy), apple dumplings (a to die for desert from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thepioneerwomen&lt;/span&gt;.com) and frozen rum drinks. There was so much good food brought by all our neighbors and friends and it was all so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379203160601769442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SqbExjpTteI/AAAAAAAAByY/xMK2UQom_9I/s320/Picture+045+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you get a group of men around a grill there is always too much testosterone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussions, ribbing, and actions they continued to do while I was trying to take pictures, UGH I barely found one appropriate to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9i31kRSI/AAAAAAAAByA/3pfpO6ATdBg/s1600-h/Picture+041+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379195211742463266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9i31kRSI/AAAAAAAAByA/3pfpO6ATdBg/s320/Picture+041+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; part... I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; glad that Jim called MD and asked that we get together at his house instead of mine. My house was FINALLY clean and I was not looking forward to have to clean up after a party (even if it was my idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9iQ3njnI/AAAAAAAABx4/B-4289vW1Gc/s1600-h/Picture+039+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379195201282084466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9iQ3njnI/AAAAAAAABx4/B-4289vW1Gc/s320/Picture+039+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Labor Day weekend we spent with friends either just visiting, playing cards or playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dominoes&lt;/span&gt;. I love when we get to do that as it helps me forget or just not think about what "real" problems we have going on at home. My friends are my rocks and I am very glad to have them to lean on, to complain or crab to, to talk with, to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my friends.&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/36795267-7256357196164272711?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7256357196164272711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=7256357196164272711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7256357196164272711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7256357196164272711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-with-no-labor.html' title='A Labor Day with no Labor!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/Sqa9j9D3x-I/AAAAAAAAByQ/oCQN2JiBH5I/s72-c/Picture+048+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-3481263891571595813</id><published>2009-09-02T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:26:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today work was a breeze, everything went well and completed as expected and no surprises. That is rare, very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Devin woke up without argument. That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Devin &amp;amp; Mikayla both called like they are supposed to when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Devin remember to call his probation officer on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mike is home and we went to dinner, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today is a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-3481263891571595813?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3481263891571595813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=3481263891571595813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3481263891571595813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/3481263891571595813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today is a Good Day'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-8111997197912230368</id><published>2009-08-29T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:51:38.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Smelly Things...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever walked into a place and smell a smell that just warms you in the pit of your belly? Smell a smell that takes you back to a childhood memory? Food of course always gets me going. Coworkers think it a funny trait of mine. But I just love smells (I know a bit strange, but that is how I roll) and the way you can alter one's mood with them. I truly believe your mood can be controlled by a smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, no Love trying to make my home have a particular smells for particular events. Like when I am cleaning I burn "clean" smelling candles such as Clean Linen, Ocean scents, and such. When I want that cuddle up homey smell I burn cinnamon, sandalwood and such. And when I want comfort I burn pumpkin, spices, and other "baking" candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining smells is an art though, there have been times that I am mixing fabulous individual smells and when mixed.....EWWWW bad. And it takes forever for me to get them out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top ten favorite smells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The air just before it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fresh cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Budweiser's paws (yes I said my dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The scent of a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The salt of the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fresh baked Cinnamon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My husbands pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fresh cut wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Camp Fire, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My husband after doing a construction job (I know odd, but I always run up to him after he gets home to inhale his scent. It is a smell that makes me feel secure. I know I am weird. And yes MD too thinks I am strange.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite smells?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-8111997197912230368?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8111997197912230368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=8111997197912230368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8111997197912230368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/8111997197912230368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-favorite-smelly-things.html' title='My Favorite Smelly Things...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-6283750187341069730</id><published>2009-08-26T11:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:14:35.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Project Down &amp; Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpVeYYsiCZI/AAAAAAAABxo/8M-lFDtbKxg/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305503375657362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpVeYYsiCZI/AAAAAAAABxo/8M-lFDtbKxg/s400/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Super Freak MD has finished the wood floor in our dining room. And once again in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305495655068434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpVeX77zMxI/AAAAAAAABxg/9nIOmrEJUek/s400/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually would have had it done in about a day and a half but MD can not do anything simple. He found this border he liked spent about 3 hours figuring out the angels and cutting it all out a head of time. The border took 2 days to do by itself, the rest of the floor.......1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374305486283506978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpVeXZBchSI/AAAAAAAABxY/p4cQinFLBjU/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his knees get about 2 days to recoup then he is doing a tile job this weekend. I am not sure where or how big, but he never seems to give his body time to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes for a grumpy hubby sometimes.  Looking forward to that hot tub....one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-6283750187341069730?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6283750187341069730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=6283750187341069730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6283750187341069730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/6283750187341069730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-project-down-done.html' title='Another Project Down &amp; Done'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpVeYYsiCZI/AAAAAAAABxo/8M-lFDtbKxg/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-5735578944354183589</id><published>2009-08-25T15:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:00:52.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stow Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a little friend with us at work for the last several days. And working with the people I do he has caused quite a stir. Not a "freaked out" one but and excited one. I have mentioned this before but I work with a bunch of "tree hugger" and "animal lovers". This is not a bad thing at all, that is until you want to step on a bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS NOT ALLOWED especially spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this little fellow has been hanging out just outside of our doors entering the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In he not just the cutest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008167294921234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpRP9JepahI/AAAAAAAABxQ/LTGqqQzdcow/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I checked for him today and he was gone. I was worried that he might have been dead because he was always in the exact same spot for the last like four days. Plus if the Managing Director caught sight of him, he would for sure devise a way to get rid of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374007039966652834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpRO7h2pKaI/AAAAAAAABxI/QoOR18-iJr8/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of our resident Environmental Scientist told me what kind of bat this was, but of course for the life of me I cannot remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-5735578944354183589?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5735578944354183589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=5735578944354183589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/5735578944354183589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/5735578944354183589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/08/stow-away.html' title='A Stow Away'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpRP9JepahI/AAAAAAAABxQ/LTGqqQzdcow/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-7490449094599509049</id><published>2009-08-23T08:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:36:31.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Needs to Take a Chill Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MD finally gets a weekend off and what does he WANT to do........... tear apart our dining room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNP1YcYwI/AAAAAAAABww/_vKMD2xyQh4/s1600-h/Picture+008+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373160764852691714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNP1YcYwI/AAAAAAAABww/_vKMD2xyQh4/s400/Picture+008+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course means I get to help. But I help as little as possible. Remember I do demolition not construction! I think he also forgets this as he is always wanting me to build something. I always have to remind him I like to things apart, I cannot put them back together. At least it is always good for a giggle, then he puts me to work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night was spent ripping up carpet &amp;amp; padding. Then tack strips andstaples. Then bleaching the floor. Why bleach you ask? We have 2 dogs and a very old cat. the dogs (or I should say one of them) have decided that when the weather is bad outside (rain or snow) she will not go outside. She then uses the carpet as grass. So in order to get rid of the pet smell you bleach the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNQHUXAjI/AAAAAAAABw4/Tvz0qfhnCq4/s1600-h/Picture+011+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373160769667400242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNQHUXAjI/AAAAAAAABw4/Tvz0qfhnCq4/s400/Picture+011+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD is his own worst enemy. As you can see it cannot just be a simple task of putting down wood flooring. We have to have flare! You can see the flare he decided to put in. This took him several hours Saturday morning to figure out all the dimensions and measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNQ_MG58I/AAAAAAAABxA/MWJYjIvzbzc/s1600-h/Picture+012+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373160784665176002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNQ_MG58I/AAAAAAAABxA/MWJYjIvzbzc/s400/Picture+012+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have just been a weekend job, but he has turned into more. My homework for the day... I was told to go look at NEW furniture for the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UGH I DO NOT LIKE SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes even this kind of shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-7490449094599509049?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7490449094599509049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=7490449094599509049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7490449094599509049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/7490449094599509049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-needs-to-take-chill-pill.html' title='The Man Needs to Take a Chill Pill'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpFNP1YcYwI/AAAAAAAABww/_vKMD2xyQh4/s72-c/Picture+008+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36795267.post-226286000605101280</id><published>2009-08-22T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:41:50.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of School Post 4 days late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Typical me, always behind the times.  My two youngest (guess I should not call them young as they are 13 &amp;amp; 15) had their first day of school this past Wednesday.  I tried to be the good mom and get their pictures (you know, future memories and all) but luck was against me once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpBYwg1m3JI/AAAAAAAABwo/nEls9S9Egwc/s1600-h/IMG_0439+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891945924746386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpBYwg1m3JI/AAAAAAAABwo/nEls9S9Egwc/s400/IMG_0439+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I actually had to take this picture (on day 2. Mikayla had my camera so I missed day one) hiding behind a bush on my porch.  The bus stop is actually about 100 feet BEHIND and to the left of my house.  And Devin is not one to let me take pictures of him in general.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As it was 6:30 of the am I was not going to start off the day in an argument about getting his first day picture, so I did what any respectful mom would do, I hid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And don't you know, he never knew I took the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpBYwMxKUmI/AAAAAAAABwg/sCqqFu0ayc8/s1600-h/IMG_0434+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372891940537389666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpBYwMxKUmI/AAAAAAAABwg/sCqqFu0ayc8/s400/IMG_0434+(Small).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Mikayla's first day picture.  Of course she was already fussy at me because I was crabbing about not being able to find MY camera that SHE had.  She does have a very nice camera of her own.  I am still unsure of why she swiped mine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grumpy looking isn't she.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, the first day of school, Whoot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felicia's first day back to the last year of college is the 24th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36795267-226286000605101280?l=mdx3mom.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/feeds/226286000605101280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36795267&amp;postID=226286000605101280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/226286000605101280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36795267/posts/default/226286000605101280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdx3mom.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-post-4-days-late.html' title='First day of School Post 4 days late'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418566040049893769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07163232417117451316'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJo3qew6vYo/SpBYwg1m3JI/AAAAAAAABwo/nEls9S9Egwc/s72-c/IMG_0439+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>