tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89538214307611886722024-02-20T20:57:06.714-05:00~My Three Sons & More~Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-87544448593633663542011-04-18T23:41:00.003-04:002011-04-18T23:43:35.254-04:00Can I get back into it???I am debating starting to write on my blog again. It has been forever! I was looking back on it today and thought what better way for the kids to have a record of their life. So for that I may have to kick it into gear again. Well I am gonna try at least. We shall see...................Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-3417836975471315962009-09-04T01:27:00.005-04:002009-09-04T01:35:43.273-04:00The end of my life as I know it...<div align="justify">That's right in just 4 days my life as I know it will be over. I will be starting nursing school. I am excited and nervous at the same time. Here I am trying on my scrubs for the first time...</div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377480499676892098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SqCmBfnUy8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uIyWtJ8NWbs/s320/0813091404.jpg" />Do I look like a nurse? Well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what I am going for. In just one more year hopefully it'll be official. Wish me luck! </p><p>This pic was taken in the school bathroom during orientation, please excuse the nasty toilet in the background, thank you. :-)</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-55078656096334914902009-09-04T01:09:00.002-04:002009-09-04T01:25:29.850-04:00O-M-G<div align="center">Is this for real?</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377477154462696210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SqCi-xuHAxI/AAAAAAAAANI/h7SKV-1GDRQ/s320/downsize.jpg" /> <p align="justify">Yes it is! What is it? Well of course its the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pedi</span> Pistol. DUH! What's that? You have never heard of this fabulous product? It allows you to give yourself a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pedi</span> without bending over...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">genius</span>!</p><p align="center"> This is the craziest thing I have ever seen. </p><p align="center">Accept when I was at the pharmacy and noticed you can buy a Paternity test for 29.95.</p><p align="center"> Seriously these products are getting out of control. :-)<br /></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-36589461686077340232009-08-27T16:40:00.001-04:002009-08-27T16:41:40.715-04:00Happy 3rd Birthday ZacharyToday is my babies birthday! Zachary turns 3! Happy Birthday sweet boy! We love you very much!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-34630256180880270632009-08-27T16:31:00.004-04:002009-08-27T16:40:34.145-04:00Morning Moments<div align="justify">This morning at breakfast time the boys ran downstairs and raided the cereal cabinet. Cameron pulled out his cereal that was in a "family size" box. He asked me a couple days ago what the big yellow letters said going across the box, so I told him. So when he pulled out the box he told Zachary that his box was "family size". Then Zachary pulls out the cereal that he wanted and Cameron asked him what his box said. Zachary answered, "It says Zachary Size".</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-24514882356704769832009-08-23T11:13:00.004-04:002009-08-23T11:27:46.007-04:00Updates<div align="justify">I am very happy to finally report we are officially done with our construction project. You have no idea how exciting it is to say that. I was up til 2:30 am staining doors and my hubby kept telling me to come to bed, but I couldn't. I told him I not bringing out the stain and brushes and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dropcloths</span> one more time. I am staying up til its done. And I did just that. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">We finally bought a car for me to take back and forth to school. Its a what I like to call a "Grandpa Car". I mean it has an ashtray with a cigarette lighter. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> old! I may take up smoking. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">JK</span>! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I am very excited because in 2 weeks my friend Trish from Florida is coming for another visit. I can't wait. We have a lot of catching up and scrapping to do. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">What else, what else...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">School days school days are upon us. In 2 short weeks I will be an official nursing student, my oldest will be a kindergartner, and my middle will be in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-k. Talk about change going on. Its going to be very hectic.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Okay well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> all i can think of today. More later!!!</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-88840140044663051042009-08-19T23:28:00.005-04:002009-08-20T10:25:41.341-04:00Parent ApplicationsTonight my husband and I were sitting here watching the news and it was literally too much. I never like to watch the news anyway but today was just to much to handle. Every other story is about missing kids or kids that were killed, possibly even by there own parents. It just makes me so sick. Quite honestly in my opinion parents should have to apply to have their own children.<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The fact that a couple that tries to have their own children and for some reason or another cannot want to adopt a.) they have to pay a fortune b.) they have to wait about a year c.) they go through every background check, home welfare check, fingerprinted and the list goes on. On the other hand someone can get pregnant, not know who the dad is, consider giving up baby for adoption, have baby anyway, then when reality sets in that they have to care for the child...kill the child and blame it on some non-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existent</span> person, as in the case of Casey Anthony. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Then there was this guy I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span>' remember from where that fathered like 29 kids or something. That's insane. You know who is taking care of those kids...we are. They are all on welfare and from who know how many different mothers. First off that is disgusting and second it's bullshit!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I feel like if you want to have kids you should have to apply almost the same way you would to adopt except not as strict. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> know. I mean I know we should let God be in control...but kids are dying everyday because their parents don't want them. Its sad because there are other parents that would die to have those children. It all makes no sense and something should be done. That's all...that's my opinion. Sorry for rambling.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 34px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372051449839474242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/So1cVM7N1kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rrhufKvi3Wc/s320/post+divider+image.png" /><br /><div align="justify"></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-2871752333324759182009-08-18T23:33:00.004-04:002009-08-18T23:43:40.967-04:00Zachy's Big Day<div align="justify">Well on August 27<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> my little Zachary turns 3. It is so very sad. We were in Ohio this past weekend and had a party for him at the park. He had such a blast. I was so happy we were able to have it there with all of our family and friends. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Here he is blowing out the candles. </div><div align="justify">(If you know what's good for you, please tune out my singing, thank you.)</div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dytt8FTLX_5M97RQDjcIb7UHyww1Oh6YTnFktmH-4RDN1MbIthTohM83gmnk1CpSRcNa81mAf1v-k-qJniS-w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-1901532985916269832009-08-18T23:17:00.005-04:002009-08-18T23:32:24.668-04:00Race Day<p align="justify">Back in February, I bought my husband and I tickets to the Watkins Glen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nascar</span> Race here in New York. So two weeks ago was race day. My parents came for the weekend to watch the kids for us. We had pit passes and spent the whole day there. The weather was on and off <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cloudy</span> sunny but still really hot. Not a drop of rain! So we did everything we could possibly do before the start of the race and then headed to our seats. Literally 20 seconds before the announcer says "Gentlemen start your engines" he instead begins to tell us there is a storm coming and run for your life. Okay maybe not like that but basically like that. We had to leave the grandstands and take cover underneath. Below in the video I took of us "taking cover." </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysVuzNz2rgvVgfTupHJ_kO75LMFxkXMtYwjQMkVpI1I_mFAXlijE8HIoWIgFy1wQxc_dVlEOi1PwFeLuyfKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="justify">The race never did happen that day.</p><p align="justify">It was postponed until Monday the next day at noon, when my parents would be driving back home, therefore leaving us no sitter.</p><p align="justify">No we did not attend the race:-(</p><p align="justify">But we still did have a great day together!</p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">P.S Why does the video always have to freeze on my face and make me look like some goof???</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-11288696237903637232009-08-11T15:41:00.005-04:002009-08-11T16:31:03.399-04:00Dirty Feet<div align="justify">Today I was able to meet Clarissa from <a href="http://www.theposhpreneur.com/">The Diary of a POSHpreneur</a>. We met at a local Mcdonalds with a playplace. It was really fun to have adult conversation while the kids played. Thanks Clarissa we had a great time. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now watch this little vlog I did when we got home about their dirty feet!</div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwrH9Oxp9oGRnRwA_bvgDrIwWuQFXE3yxe1LUqb43vUUYSbDuwsdeZ0z4KhJLT0ut9aVEdUR5_O3dbR3Lm9Zg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-42362754445413989662009-08-06T20:32:00.001-04:002009-08-06T20:37:39.099-04:00Why can't you hear me?<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzwSdgRWzqKWv4JS4iN_obvZWxcOV7OqYclatYTWuvVDjZ10g92l8MZMfxFdwkSdTbW32OZcqyakG2_yPB70Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-52697330548084753872009-08-05T13:58:00.003-04:002009-08-05T14:00:55.562-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SnnIfvTDu2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4DV6iAp-MGQ/s1600-h/Family+pic+2007.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366540878586559330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SnnIfvTDu2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/4DV6iAp-MGQ/s320/Family+pic+2007.bmp" border="0" /></a> This was taken 2 years ago. I can hardly believe it! My little Zachary will be 3 in just a few weeks. <br /><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-61450029827396356452009-08-05T13:47:00.003-04:002009-08-05T14:03:32.059-04:00Potty training<div align="justify">Well this past weekend we had a lot to do with our <a href="http://mythreesonsandmore.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-leavesummer.html">construction project </a>so we knew we would be home all weekend. So we decided this would be the weekend of potty training Zachary. Let me start off by saying that my mom potty trained my first two. Being that my kids are so close in age I just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couldn't</span> stay consistent with it. So my mom took them each for a week at her house and they came home trained. Thanks mom! Now however we live in New York and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> not possible. I have to say I was a little scared about the situation. Zachary is a very good kid. He is very smart but oh so stubborn. He has to be he is the youngest. Well as much as I thought that would make our situation worse it actually made it better. Once he sat on the potty he wasn't getting up until he went. I would tell him "buddy go play and come back when you have to go" but he wouldn't. He sat until he went and went he did! So after one weekend of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nakedness</span> (this is the absolute key) we have a potty trained boy. My hubby is seeing dollar signs of all the cash we will be saving not buying anymore <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pull ups</span>. So I am hoping he keeps up the good work, as this fall <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">approaches</span> and it will be a time of change for us all.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-9093253429965363062009-07-29T23:28:00.001-04:002009-07-29T23:32:42.531-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div align="center"> Florida Days<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364090789104200690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SnEUJwuAK_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sHMN3iLQDKc/s320/DSC04092.JPG" border="0" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-15418198770597675402009-07-28T21:20:00.006-04:002009-07-28T21:48:06.207-04:00Squirmy Wormy<div align="justify">This evening we were all outside. The kids were playing, Jim was changing the oil on the car and I was pulling weeds. By the way next to ironing, pulling weeds is one of my least favorite jobs to do. Anyways since I was digging in the dirt, the boys were too. We found lots of "pets" for them to play with. Here is some video of each of them with their "pets". Enjoy!<br /><br />Ryan...(the bravest)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcoE1B1bjeQpv2tUTWeQXQCVIjKrTxXVpT4LSriKtp85n0B9BR7QtTCKKV2TZaxFmBayI-P6byYZqdVxJxNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Cameron...(Brave then a little disgusted)</div><div align="justify"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxx425f30mEqytba3ouD-VdV7O8avoS9kBJFGgAtmYlU4vXPSDv1CkgNLaaFhL6dv_iW4M2WRsMaHxywolpoQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Zachary...(Brave, cute and not so gentle)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRbRnl79HW3VFYV2rlqVCRReFEtZjj_49kNAqQOfCFkKRJqZEA4bbZUgIX7_M0kFkCitjpgmP0k6QZEEDKDw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Don't you love Boys?<br />I Do!<br />Ha-Ha!!!</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-88112849944489269862009-07-24T00:31:00.003-04:002009-08-05T14:01:25.573-04:00Missing Blogher<div align="justify">Today is the first day of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Blogher</span> Conferences in Chicago. I am a little sad that I am not going. I am a pretty new blogger so I figured I wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Blogher</span> material yet, but seriously how cool would it have been to meet the few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bloggers</span> I have come to know. I mean I see some of these people on a tiny screen and hear their voices but it would of been so neat to meet them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IRL</span>. I hope that everyone there at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Blogher</span> is having a great time. I am looking forward to all the evidence...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">errr</span> I mean pics and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vids</span>.<br /><br />Anyone else wishing they were at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Blogher</span>? Anyone thinking about next years <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Blogher</span> Conference already? I am...I need a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">roomie</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">HAHA</span>! O yeah and a sponsor so I can attend! That might help.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-6245261015548555472009-07-24T00:19:00.004-04:002009-08-05T14:01:55.841-04:00Forgetting Something???<div align="justify">In a previous post I talked about our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">construction</span> project going on at home. In the midst of the remodeling we have been back and forth to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lowes</span> more times then I would like. Anyway the other day last minute we decide to go. We are looking at paint for another project, even though we aren't even close to finishing this one. All of the sudden I realize that I am not wearing a bra. How? I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">girly</span> girl/tomboy. I like to be pretty and dress up and look good but at the same time I am the one out on the mower for 2 hours cutting grass and will play volleyball week after week wearing no knee pads and walk around with the most disgusting bruised up knees you have ever seen....but NO BRA...nope never! I couldn't even believe I did that! So not like me. Too funny! Has that ever happened to you?</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-80538848834841502672009-07-23T16:34:00.001-04:002009-07-23T16:36:04.931-04:00A Post Coming soon...Just got back from out of town for a week. I will be posting soon. Wishing I was at Blogher today :-(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-85174476161530976342009-07-15T09:52:00.003-04:002009-07-15T09:59:09.554-04:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3gkBeruII/AAAAAAAAAMI/ls5dZVwRTmM/s1600-h/DSC04788.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686041117800578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3gkBeruII/AAAAAAAAAMI/ls5dZVwRTmM/s320/DSC04788.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3f-P0WR5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cGdxFbTg4mA/s1600-h/DSC04527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358685392131737490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3f-P0WR5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cGdxFbTg4mA/s320/DSC04527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3foU7PGrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/35d5pj2wBAQ/s1600-h/DSC04535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358685015545682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Sl3foU7PGrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/35d5pj2wBAQ/s320/DSC04535.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-6774692376452474682009-07-13T10:02:00.002-04:002009-07-13T10:05:49.509-04:00Pray for KateI only have a few minutes but I wanted to tell you about a beautiful little girl that needs our prayers. Her name is Kate McRae. Please go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ese3zYZ-NA4">here</a> to learn about her situation. You can follow her journey at <a href="http://www.prayforkate.com/">www.prayforkate.com</a>. Please spread the word.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-81454922913181888112009-07-11T22:22:00.006-04:002009-07-12T09:47:00.500-04:00Don't leave...Summer!<div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I just can't even believe that it is the middle of July already. How did that happen? This fall my oldest starts <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kindergarten</span> and I start nursing school. My life as I know it is over. I am getting a little freaked out about this. We did hire a live-in nanny to help us with the boys while I am at school. We have been working on turning our formal living room (does anyone actually ever use this room) into an office. Then we will turn the office into a bedroom for the nanny, J. It works out because there is a full bathroom off of that room. So we hung french doors to close in the living room, I mean new office. This job sucks! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mudding</span>, Sanding and painting, oh my! Here is me in all my glory in the process of sanding.</div><br /><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357395462086729618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SllKyb74H5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/eosZ-fq_KtU/s320/Sanding+Pic.jpg" border="0" />Listen I have been inhaling dust for a week now. The mask is a must at this point. And the safety glasses are because I wear contacts and they don't mix with the dust too well. I am not sure my house will be clean ever again. I'm serious there is at least an inch thick of dust covering everything.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="justify">I have so many projects I wanna finish before fall and I just don't think its gonna happen. Ugh so frustrating. </p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="justify">Okay well i know this is a random weird post but its a post and I have been slacking lately. And before I go here are my little boogers in rare form, actually posing nicely for a pic. We went to pizza hut for lunch and they were little hams!</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357398139982860866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SllNOT4EUkI/AAAAAAAAALY/yAhkbfstcAY/s320/Boys+Pic.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />Okay more later! Enjoy your summer its almost gone!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-11532581166147380762009-07-01T14:31:00.002-04:002009-07-01T14:36:42.608-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SkusDFrzugI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Du7LsnjHzgA/s1600-h/DSC04757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353561751125473794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SkusDFrzugI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Du7LsnjHzgA/s320/DSC04757.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353562021124523250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SkusSzgmRPI/AAAAAAAAALA/raWH3VX_6SY/s320/DSC04756.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353562317489561010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SkuskDjh3bI/AAAAAAAAALI/cFYfmcvOTqw/s320/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-38959955220025542892009-07-01T13:40:00.004-04:002009-07-12T09:32:25.824-04:00Guest Posting = So much fun!<div align="justify">Recently I was asked to write a guest post for one of my favorite sites <a href="http://www.hautecowgirl.com/">http://www.hautecowgirl.com/</a>. I was so excited! So please head over <a href="http://www.hautecowgirl.com/2009/07/pretty-and-proper/">here</a> and check it out and show some comment love! While you are there browse around the site. These girls are top notch when it comes to fashion. So don't just sit there get over to <a href="http://www.hautecowgirl.com/">http://www.hautecowgirl.com/</a> right now and be ready to be wowed!</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-5902939821887655762009-06-30T00:19:00.006-04:002009-06-30T01:05:49.050-04:00How I met the Love of my life<div align="justify">So since this is my blog I have been thinking that I should not only write about our everyday lives but also how we got here. So I thought I would start off by talking about how I met my husband. Lets go back to 2000. I was 21 and working as an administrative assistant for a recruiting firm. I went out to lunch one day with my sister and my cousin who also worked for the same company just in different offices. So this day we met up at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Arby's</span>. We order our food and sit down. Suddenly (as I am sure I had a mouth full of curly fries) this guy (my husband, only I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didn't</span> know it then, who was 31) came to our table. He was flirting with me and actually was the manager of the restaurant. I was in a relationship at the time (another story that I may never tell) so I didn't think too much of it. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Okay now fast forward a few months. A friend of mine was working for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Arby's</span> (a different one) and we got to talking one day. I was talking about my office job and how boring it was. She suggested I come work with her and see if I liked it. It started off as just being a weekend job for fun. Well within a month I was hooked. I decided to quit my office job and start working full time for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Arby's</span>. Crazy huh? Well, it paid off! I was addicted I loved the fast pace and the craziness. I loved all the people and my job all together. Within 2 months I was promoted to Assistant manager. For those of you thinking its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Arbys</span> why did you leave your office job, well 2 reasons...it paid more and I was sick of sitting on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bootie</span>! </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Anyways, during all this time I was worked my butt off, Jim (my hubby) was now working as the Area Supervisor for about 7 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Arby's</span> restaurants, mine included! I would see him here and there and we flirted for sure (again I was in a relationship and so was he). </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Fast forward a few more months and at this time I was breaking up with my ex(and so was he with his ex only i had no idea) and actually the same day Jim has a meeting for the managers that I had to be at. After the mtg he wanted to chat with me. We start talking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">and he</span> asked me how I am doing and I tell him that professionally I am doing great but personally not so much. He tells me to call if I ever need anything. A few days later he is at my store working. We worked the whole day together. When my shift was over, we walked outside together. We were just talking and talking and then it got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">awkward</span>. He said he had to go so we both got in our cars and drove off. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to talk more. I pull over and call him, only I had never called him before. I never knew the number. I have seen it briefly at the store on a contact list and I totally remembered some and guessed the rest. Well thank God for my photographic memory because I got it right. He picks up and I say Do you know who this it? He says yes, when his phone rang he pulled over cause he knew it would be me. We decided to meet up. We went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Metroparks</span> and talked (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span> we talked most of the time) until 5am! Since that day we were inseparable. Three months later I quit my job (we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">weren't</span> allowed to date because he was my boss), and I moved in with him. And that folks is how I met the LOVE of my life!<br /><br />In case you wanted to know.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982354850839058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/SkmdFyXRehI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Sq8AKA7z8sM/s320/DSC03946.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953821430761188672.post-46189650213451111582009-06-29T17:58:00.004-04:002009-06-29T18:05:21.935-04:00So Flippin' Excited!<div align="justify">I just found out that I won a Flip Cam. Woohoo! I am so excited! Vloggin, here I come. So thank you to Kadi and Clarissa from Mentoring Mommy and Womb to Bloom! Happy Monday Everyone!</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352873430589970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxCKvW_C8IA/Skk6Bj3xGdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Scksp_mO-Wg/s320/Flip+Cam.jpg" border="0" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0