<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:04:25.059-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Brent'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='New House'/><category term='Random Crap'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Dickface bullshit'/><category term='Jamie'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Asshole Stepdad'/><category term='Toni'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Stephanie'/><title type='text'>Melissa's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>"Be the change you wish to see in the world." - Mahatma Gandhi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1718500565227893951</id><published>2009-07-16T12:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:32:45.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon</title><content type='html'>I am still here and will be doing some revamping to my blog and coming back to do some updates!! In the meantime I missed you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1718500565227893951?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1718500565227893951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1718500565227893951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1718500565227893951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1718500565227893951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-soon_3016.html' title='Coming soon'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-978835997331896652</id><published>2009-07-16T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:31:34.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-978835997331896652?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/978835997331896652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=978835997331896652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/978835997331896652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/978835997331896652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3793537080532468129</id><published>2009-01-19T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:51:26.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a long 6 weeks. We have said goodbye to a cherished grandmother and welcomed a beautiful new life into our extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016975041657922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SXSS5St4fEI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/3KIrrwG7aW0/s320/img105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016980224907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SXSS5mBql1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/5A_-zFf84Ss/s320/JulyAug2008+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of our very close and loved friends was in a devestating car accident. I have started a new job and spare time has been spent loving the moments we spend as a family. Life is short we all know that but these past 6 weeks have just confirmed that life can change in an instant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy every moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very excited about tomorrow. We welcome a new President one that we all hope can change our world. I will be spending the evening with family and friends watching this historic moment. The time has come for change. Here is a little recap from Nov 4 just to recapture that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7QZZq6GUjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7QZZq6GUjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3793537080532468129?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3793537080532468129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3793537080532468129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3793537080532468129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3793537080532468129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SXSS5St4fEI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/3KIrrwG7aW0/s72-c/img105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6011678113999271146</id><published>2008-12-06T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:19:43.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit &amp; Madi's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/STuHFa1alaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eU_b6jfsWkE/s1600-h/new+random+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276959915567125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/STuHFa1alaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eU_b6jfsWkE/s320/new+random+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not make back yesterday but I do have a good explanation. I have been sick with the vomit comet flu since wens and yesterday it infected Ms. Madi. She put me to shame with her vomit comet skilz. WoO hOo that girl can hurl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tallied it up today on a trip to the grocery. I counted 4 and she said 2. I had to explain to her that the number of times hurled is counted by the number of areas in which you mar with vomit. Luke's bed &amp;amp; wall count as 1 because the wall was caused by splatter from bed. The complete masking of the toilet in my bathroom counts as #2. The 3rd was the floor of the bedroom and the 4th was the masking of their toilet. See logically it was 4. She counts it as the number times she got up to run for the pot. So she counts 2. Hmm kid logic I bet $100 when it is her kid doing the hurling on her floor it will be 4 not 2...bet me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news it is Ms. Madi's 9th birthday today. 9 years ago last night I was enjoying a beautiful pan of lasagna with friends and watching movies. I remember being a bit aggitated we had been to the hospital that morning and was sent home because I was not dialated. WoO HoO a little vagina talk sorry guys:) But damn I was uncomfortable just little twinges of pain all day and evening and a desire to pee every 3.2 seconds. After our friends left Brent went to bed and I sat up because the pound of noodles and gooey yummy cheese was not sitting right. I was feeling a little funky about 3 hours later and woke Brent up cause I knew something was not right. This was my 1st time of going into labor unassisted so the signs were unknown to me until I was really in dire need of being at the hospital. With Lillian I went from a 4-10cm in less than 5 minutes and then had a baby 2 pushes later. I had no clue what transition was I just knew it was a bit painful and we should move it along. I remember Brent telling me the entire trip to the hospital "Do NOT push Melissa, BREATH" we arrived at the hospital and in less than an hour we had Madi. A fierce screaming red head that had big clear blue eyes and the pinkest lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 years later she has faded to a delightful strawberry blonde with freckles and sparkling blue eyes. She is a spitfire with that red head temper is still going full speed. She is my mini me. My sweetie, Maisi Pie, Trucker Mouth Sally, Lil Bit and Diva Brato Supremo. Happy Birthday Madi!! I love you babygirl:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6011678113999271146?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6011678113999271146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6011678113999271146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6011678113999271146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6011678113999271146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/vomit-madis-birthday.html' title='Vomit &amp; Madi&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/STuHFa1alaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eU_b6jfsWkE/s72-c/new+random+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6923799539566835667</id><published>2008-12-02T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:29:18.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday......I am 32.........back later to give you the details. Until then feel free to lavish me with love &amp;amp; good tidings:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6923799539566835667?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6923799539566835667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6923799539566835667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6923799539566835667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6923799539566835667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3800800880784554741</id><published>2008-11-28T15:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:13:06.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an amazing holiday with my family and friends. The food was excellent and the wine bountiful. I am lazing the day away in my jammies. Today is a day of rest for me. I did some black friday shopping but a slight hangover helped me back into bed at 7:30am until 1. Now I am feeling relaxed, my mom sent me this video and I had to share:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=45853928"&gt;beyonce single ladies guy dancing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45853928,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=45853928,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3800800880784554741?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3800800880784554741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3800800880784554741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3800800880784554741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3800800880784554741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-amazing-holiday-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6507261110875171862</id><published>2008-11-27T08:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:39:16.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SS6wOozGUuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YFYIi1gtFD4/s1600-h/thanksg2000b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6507261110875171862?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6507261110875171862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6507261110875171862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6507261110875171862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6507261110875171862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1277974893821294552</id><published>2008-11-21T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:26:14.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F*ck Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************WARNING ADULT CONTENT***********************&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://angelsmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt; started this a few weeks ago and it was fabulous. Today is WTF friday and this has been a week plum full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a job in a town that is laying people off left and right. WTF people quit firing your employees it is the fucking holidays assholes. Some companies need to do some internal reorganization instead of firing people, it is a week before Thanksgiving and instead of a turkey people are getting pinks slips…WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the holidays, where did the year go? I swear it just flew by. I am not ready to go shopping and fuck I don’t have a job &amp;amp; that just blows monkeys balls. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 0 children tonight and instead of going out and doing something we are home. For like the 3rd time this year he has to work sat at 6am….WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pound of ground beef, 6lbs of pork shoulder and 20lbs of turkey in the fridge and we are eating Chinese takeout for supper…WTF…lazy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a serious love affair with Crab Rangoon they are wonderful yummy creamy crunchy bits of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ruined every single batch of chocolate chip cookies I have made this week….really what in the fuck is up with that…..I am concerned….WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained 4lbs this week...WTF…oooh may be all the stuff I have been baking…note to self give more away….WTF is the point in baking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my food is getting cold now, I have had some interruptions on this post. Now my food is needed reheating…WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please add your WHAT THE FUCKS for the weekJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-1277974893821294552?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1277974893821294552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1277974893821294552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1277974893821294552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1277974893821294552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-fck-friday.html' title='What the F*ck Friday!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8130006692255770479</id><published>2008-11-20T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:12:58.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sioux Falls, SD</title><content type='html'>If you are in my area or will be for Thanksgiving. I encourage all of you to attend this wonderful event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Run For Food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, November 27 8:00 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Banquet is very grateful to be the recipient of the "Run for Food" event.&lt;br /&gt;Runners and walkers are gathering at The Banquet on Thanksgiving morning to get in some exercise before feasting on turkey. You may chose from a 3 mile or 6 mile run or a 1 mile walk.&lt;br /&gt;Organizers suggest a $10.00 donation to The Banquet. There is no registration, no t-shirts and no frills. This is just a time for runners to get together.&lt;br /&gt;The run starts at The Banquet at 900 E. 8th St. The route goes to Falls Park and returns to The Banquet. Last year’s run raised $3,570 for The Banquet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8130006692255770479?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8130006692255770479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8130006692255770479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8130006692255770479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8130006692255770479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/sioux-falls-sd.html' title='Sioux Falls, SD'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3265536856779859961</id><published>2008-11-10T19:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:01:43.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SRjnRBnEJxI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Lyqg-VlpIfU/s1600-h/big_1600716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267214043885872914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SRjnRBnEJxI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Lyqg-VlpIfU/s320/big_1600716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was shocked I have not blogged for a week thank goodness I did not sign up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaBoPoMo&lt;/span&gt; this time I would have failed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there have been some interesting happenings since I was last here. Obama won the Presidential election and I am thrilled. I will not go into more detail as I have spent the past week debating with uneducated people who would rather spread hate and rumors than get to know our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt; and truthfully I am fucking exhausted by it. If your view is different from mine lets agree to disagree and move on. I am sick of people bitching about it. DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267214036300881458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SRjnQlWqXjI/AAAAAAAAA7o/RLQsk_xPucc/s320/thhate.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking for a job. I know I said I was going to wait and just go to school but nope have to do something before I become a certified lunatic. BORED BORED BORED. I have been baking my buns off and found myself unable to come up with something new so now it is time to walk away from the kitchen for a bit. For some reason I come up with better recipes when I am supposed to be doing something else...hmmm...go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that I am addicted to Facebook if you are on it and want to be added to my friends list shoot me an email. I am reading everyones blogs just been lazy commenting. Hello I have been using my facebook chat like a mad woman though. OK I will be back later. I know this post sucks...deal with it...my boobs are being smooshed right now by my VS Very Sexy push up so I am losing the bra and going to the couch!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267214043496326642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SRjnRAKMJfI/AAAAAAAAA74/jxn1k0VqGCw/s320/obama3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3265536856779859961?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3265536856779859961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3265536856779859961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3265536856779859961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3265536856779859961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-shocked-i-have-not-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SRjnRBnEJxI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Lyqg-VlpIfU/s72-c/big_1600716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2397500603237130416</id><published>2008-11-04T10:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:30:22.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="" id="ticker" width=622 height=51&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/POLITICS/political.ticker.embed.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed play="true" swliveconnect="true" name="ticker" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/POLITICS/political.ticker.embed.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width=622 height=51 wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2397500603237130416?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2397500603237130416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2397500603237130416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2397500603237130416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2397500603237130416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8416802558590311997</id><published>2008-11-03T09:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:23:27.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SQ8YZk_VHxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rNgWfwmM5EU/s1600-h/2obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264453317124497170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SQ8YZk_VHxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rNgWfwmM5EU/s320/2obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this post as a little encouragement to get out and vote tomorrow but decided to head a different direction. If you do not vote in the election I do not want to hear a flipping word for the next 4 years about how any one thinks the president sucks. My philosophy is "Don't Vote Don't Bitch" by not voting you take away the right to have any opinion on what our countries next 4 years are like. Got it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264453309441871362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SQ8YZIXpjgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/MGFhPybpNwY/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tammy, Theresa &amp;amp; Tash if McCain &amp;amp; Palin win I am moving in with one of you. Please pray you do not have a 4 year house guest!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264453321789326754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SQ8YZ2XgxaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/4i250-UZ7U0/s320/nopalin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48c7324fd8ad754a/490f959fc401bcf6/48c7324fd8ad754a/f20ec7a4/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8416802558590311997?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8416802558590311997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8416802558590311997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8416802558590311997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8416802558590311997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-change.html' title='Time for Change'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SQ8YZk_VHxI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rNgWfwmM5EU/s72-c/2obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3291577893487867789</id><published>2008-10-27T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:25:13.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in a pretty good place this morning...sitting here listening to some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEQXvsQJVnY"&gt;Marley&lt;/a&gt; and nursing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;super sized&lt;/span&gt; headache. I infiltrated the man cave last night and ended up staggering to bed after a few to many beverages. It has been so long since I drank a few to many was 3...sad fact is I am old. I will return.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the interim &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/10/27/illinois.shootings.hudson/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; makes me sick!! There are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; sick fuckers in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3291577893487867789?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3291577893487867789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3291577893487867789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3291577893487867789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3291577893487867789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-in-pretty-good-place-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4412027108500636218</id><published>2008-10-26T20:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:54:12.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Fun Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was amazing. Perfect baking weather cool crisp and a perfect 2 days to fill the house up with yummy smells. Yesterday I made new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biga&lt;/span&gt; in hopes to have some flavorful enough for sourdough by Thanksgiving. Last night I tried out the first round of bread with the fresh batch and it made a heavy crusty wheat with a good nutty flavor. I was impressed with the texture. I did leave Ms. Maddy in charge of the kneading while I had a beer in the garage and she did a very good job. I made some sandwiches for the kids with it and they liked it. Brent well since it was a healthy food he will not touch it. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did make a 7lb pork loin and did my Georgia pulled pork. There is pretty much nothing left. The kids and guys devored it. Makes me feel good when I cook and there is not even a crumb left. Then I know it was goooooooooooood!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am done now for the night with baking I swear the oven sighed in relief when I turned it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have unexpected company tonight Brent's cousin Jeremy is here from Denver and is going to stay with us. He is back until wens the guys are going to try and go riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; for the last time before the snow flies. Currently they and another friend are sitting in the garage bonding as males do. I am not allowed out there. That is fine by me, like I want to hang out with 3 grown men that act like they are 12....no thanks. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Other than the baking I did get to read a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; book this weekend. I read Dean Koontz's The Darkest Evening of the Year. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not one of his best. I have also been looking at tat designs I have the itch bad. Something has to be done prior to my birthday I have a good idea of what I want just working out placement. It will be in black I think I am good with color but like the black. My wrist is healed and surprisingly I have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of remarks from people on it. Who thought putting believe there would be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt;. It is. My Dr at my appointment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; thought it was very appropriate.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believing in yourself is half the battle the rest is up to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4412027108500636218?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4412027108500636218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4412027108500636218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4412027108500636218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4412027108500636218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-fun-day.html' title='Sunday Fun Day!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5173753890339825632</id><published>2008-10-23T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:47:39.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>I really need to get a job...This is seriously my life right now. I laughed through this whole song. You have to listen to it all it picks up at .30....LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3Kgj6EiZtw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3Kgj6EiZtw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5173753890339825632?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5173753890339825632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5173753890339825632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5173753890339825632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5173753890339825632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='Life....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3715073909548158242</id><published>2008-10-22T20:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:48:58.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Vey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really a good blogger today. I took lots of pictures to post, that documented the day I had. Right on down to the start of the day. Lets just say this, running 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late-freezing cold-raining-grumpy kids and drum roll......a flat tire. What a lovely surprise this am. I think I have tire gremlins because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I go out and the tire is flat, Brent has taken the tire off and did the tire diagnostic (fill and water bath) to check for leaks. No leak so really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;...gremlins I tell ya. You get no pictures though because the gremlins stole my camera cord when they flattened my tire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did however get to spend half a day home with my hubby because he got rained out at work. It was great and fun until 4pm when I needed a 20 min power nap. I snuggled down in bed thinking that I was in heaven and started to drift off into dreamland then......he shoved me....and asked me to cook some dinner. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??!!?? He continued this every 5-7min for about an hour intermittently inquiring about what I was making with the chicken I had thawing. I believe I gave him 10 different answers because each time I told him he said "Nah not that". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His choices were chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parm&lt;/span&gt;, stir fry, chicken &amp;amp; dumplings, potpie, cordon blue, rice stuffed, baked, BBQ or fried. He wanted none of them. I finally flew out of bed in a temper leaving in my trail a string of trash talk that would have made a sailor blush. I was pissed I needed that damn nap. Instead I was up making 2 step fried chicken in olive oil with paprika, garlic &amp;amp; ground pepper. For side dishes I made garlic mashed potatoes &amp;amp; stuffing. I feed the kids and Brent comes out and has the nerve to ask where the bread was. Hello I did not make bread today he was pouting because he had to use store sliced bread. I will be making bread in the morning now obviously. I am going to make some Harvest Bread also I am in the mood. It has been raining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;steadily&lt;/span&gt; here for the past 18hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Update on the whole previous post. The friend of a friend I contacted was male and never did contact me back. OH well. I did however do some more looking and found another one of my good friends from that time in my life and I am happy to say he did email me back today. That was really cool he is married with 3 kids. His family is opposite mine 2 boys 1 girl. I think it amazing to see how we have all grown up. I am hoping that we can rekindle some of the friendship we had all those years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Don't worry Theresa you did not make me feel bad at all. I will bet there are some girls from my life that get a little ill thinking of me. I am the type to rip people to shreds if they mess with me or my friends. I am not proud but I have made many a big ego girl cry cause she got a bit big in the mouth. I am still that way I am an excellent verbal sword thrower...some would just say I am a bitch...oh well it is what it is. Happy Birthday I hope you found time to sneak out and pamper yourself. Hugs from SD to Estonia!!! Happy 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG I just hit post and Blogger gave me an error message Thank God for autosave!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3715073909548158242?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3715073909548158242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3715073909548158242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3715073909548158242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3715073909548158242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-vey.html' title='Oh Vey!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1625057877850256639</id><published>2008-10-21T07:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:31:05.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are strange</title><content type='html'>Good morning. I am up early after a night of not sleeping so well. Yesterday I attempted to contact an old friend through one of their old friends. I figured that after 16 years of not knowing where my old classmates were it would be nice to catch up and see how their lives are. Well little did I know that an animosity from back when I was a freshman would still burn steady for this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous to contact this person as I knew that I rated in the bottom of the food chain with them back when I was 15. I figured live and let live I am 31 years old now and honestly could not tell you why this person did not like except that they were jealous. Jealous of the time I spent with their friend. They may have been a little angry that I caused some heartache for the person I was looking for but my God, I was 15 and my parents chose to move back to SD not me. I had to go and when you are 15 getting a job and living alone are not exactly realistic goals. What happened was my parents decided to move to SD to start their own publishing business and I had to leave all my friends including my 1st love, his amazing sister and the friends I had made. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt;. I was a mess for weeks and it was hard. We kept in touch as much as possible until life and distance got in the way. That distance is a bitch when you do not drive let alone own a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I sent them a friend request on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. I checked a few hours later and it was gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; I am so new to using that service I resent it thinking I was technically challenged as usual. Right before I clicked send I stopped and thought damn what if that person denied it and that is why it is gone. So I Googled how to deny a friend and if there is a notice sent....I know I am lame like that. I did resend with a follow up note letting them know that I was not looking to be their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!!! Last night I checked again and sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; email read and request denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little shocked and a bit annoyed but not super surprised. I did not sleep well last night, I sat and tried to remember everything about this person and every single conversation to see where me, the queen of democracy and tact went wrong. I am an easy going person, I like people and usually people like me. I have friends from all over the world and have the same best girl friends from 16-17 years ago. I am wondering what kind of fatal character flaw I had at 15 to make someone not like me 17 years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1625057877850256639?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1625057877850256639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1625057877850256639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1625057877850256639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1625057877850256639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-are-strange.html' title='People are strange'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-381342741835137824</id><published>2008-10-20T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:03:42.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Hold your wiener when you’re peeing” is the latest mantra at my house. The boy has been peeing on the floor, in the trash, on the wall and in the tub. I am Master Piss Cleaner Upper these days. It is so damn annoying to be sound asleep and then suddenly you awaken to the sound of urine alternately hitting water…then splashing on solid surface… then water again. I am not sure how else to deal with this except for yelling “Hold it and aim” I am sick of toilet duty 10-15 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is when he does not put the seat up and in the middle of the night I wander in only to end up with a wet ass and bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the deal? He has been awesome about bathroom etiquette forever and now all of a sudden he is a desecrater and I am the Piss Police. I just do not get it.&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-381342741835137824?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/381342741835137824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=381342741835137824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/381342741835137824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/381342741835137824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/piss-police.html' title='Piss Police'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6522058209211048421</id><published>2008-10-18T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:24:01.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chilly Sat!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am off to run errands!! Have a great day. If you get a chance stop by an give my girl &lt;a href="http://bluebellababe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bluebella&lt;/a&gt; a shout out today is her birthday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later here is some music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violent Femmes-Kiss Off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gproa6vzgws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gproa6vzgws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning Pool-Let the bodies hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Going to see the guys in November!!! So excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sO_QntXc-c4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sO_QntXc-c4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins-The world is a vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmYGej_3zIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmYGej_3zIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korn-Falling Away From Me&lt;br /&gt;Bad ASS song-I missed this concert 2 years ago still pissed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxBGvvFnu8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxBGvvFnu8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTktHVlB-Y8"&gt;Korn-Ya'll Want a Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one video you will not ever see on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage Against The Machine-Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqcM5lVoteQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqcM5lVoteQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein-Feuer Frei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxUZUnRwH7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxUZUnRwH7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6522058209211048421?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6522058209211048421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6522058209211048421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6522058209211048421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6522058209211048421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-chilly-sat.html' title='Happy Chilly Sat!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7491750736538391128</id><published>2008-10-16T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:41:02.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just in a funk right now. I am feeling a bit on the down side and if you know me I do not go there often at all. So today it is just music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park-In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZp2jAdBu1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZp2jAdBu1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on &lt;a href="http://fabric-of-life-tash.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-change.html"&gt;Fabric of Life&lt;/a&gt; a Blog I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane2.swf?rsid=null&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid=&amp;amp;featured=31CD154E-6075-4DAB-A39E-EB1B1E57BA23"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.musicane.com/yeswecan/musicane2.swf?rsid=null&amp;amp;sid=911E113E-F2EA-41EA-A5A6-C2A2B1A2E9E3&amp;amp;uid=&amp;amp;featured=31CD154E-6075-4DAB-A39E-EB1B1E57BA23" quality="high" name="Musicane" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="371" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park-One Step Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5sx7OFPGOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5sx7OFPGOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REM-Everybody Hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOkkYqF3YPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOkkYqF3YPQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory Of a Deadman-Bad Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ1phmlq8BE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJ1phmlq8BE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach-Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bISJ2zi1zQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bISJ2zi1zQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Credit Report Songs-LOVE this guy he is adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geXLXH7m9Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geXLXH7m9Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7491750736538391128?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7491750736538391128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7491750736538391128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7491750736538391128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7491750736538391128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-just-in-funk-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-9142230955329822179</id><published>2008-10-10T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:19:22.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming soon....A real post with real pictures in the mean time miss me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-9142230955329822179?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9142230955329822179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=9142230955329822179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9142230955329822179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9142230955329822179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1548043142566409060</id><published>2008-10-07T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:41:37.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SOwrZiyZkBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/f8AquXJwy4o/s1600-h/kissedagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254622583069446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SOwrZiyZkBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/f8AquXJwy4o/s320/kissedagirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you drove by a church with your children and saw this what would you say to your kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this on MySpace and soda shot outta my nose as I was super offended.&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/919661395953612052-1548043142566409060?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1548043142566409060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1548043142566409060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1548043142566409060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1548043142566409060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-now.html' title='Well now.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SOwrZiyZkBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/f8AquXJwy4o/s72-c/kissedagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5368243907718654890</id><published>2008-10-06T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:52:54.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come and see my new fun blog featuring holiday ideas and receipes. &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://thelittlechristmasshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelittlechristmasshop.blogspot.com/&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;This website is for anyone who wants to have a fabulous holiday season and learn some new low cost tricks!! I love the holidays but always spend to much or end up feeling overwhelmed by all of the hoopla. Good lord most of my long time readers can remember last years holidays with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on over have a cup of cider and let's get ready for the holidays together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5368243907718654890?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5368243907718654890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5368243907718654890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5368243907718654890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5368243907718654890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-and-see-my-new-fun-blog-featuring.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-9138270713077428892</id><published>2008-10-05T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:52:14.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A damn good song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFhCsDdU-l0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFhCsDdU-l0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-9138270713077428892?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9138270713077428892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=9138270713077428892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9138270713077428892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9138270713077428892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-good-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8938530817123128532</id><published>2008-09-30T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:16:15.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 handbags in 24 hours!!</title><content type='html'>What could be better I love me some purses. Go &lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to sign up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8938530817123128532?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8938530817123128532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8938530817123128532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8938530817123128532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8938530817123128532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/24-handbags-in-24-hours.html' title='24 handbags in 24 hours!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2150640543736291980</id><published>2008-09-19T10:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:16:42.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do daughters take their mom for a good time? Well in our family we take them to a ROCK concert. I am not talking soft rock were talking BuckCherry, Shinedown &amp;amp; Saving Abel. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is friends with Keith from Buckcherry and he gave her 5 tickets to last nights show so we took our momma. We were in the 2nd row in front of the stage in standing room only with a bunch of way to intoxicated people (including my darling husband) with our mom. It is an experience I will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a wee bit pickled prior to the show and she was hilarious. She was checking out the boys and shaking her ass to the music. Honestly I am scarred for life from some of the comments she made. There are just some things you do not share with your kids no matter how old we are.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW &lt;strong&gt;Josh Todd&lt;/strong&gt; my mom says you have a potty mouth:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a taste of what we listened to last night.&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buckcherry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Bitch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTRW7sGgiUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTRW7sGgiUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shine Down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second Chance-I love this song it touches my heart....listen to the words they are amazing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2aUMk4LW-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2aUMk4LW-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-2150640543736291980?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2150640543736291980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2150640543736291980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2150640543736291980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2150640543736291980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/moms-night-out.html' title='Mom&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4477443616063945067</id><published>2008-09-11T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:15:43.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SMlNM-KHuMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nopr3_ueMN0/s1600-h/brenna%26Faith"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244808126288869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SMlNM-KHuMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nopr3_ueMN0/s320/brenna%26Faith" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Those pink kiss marks on Joel's headstone are kisses from the girls...this is the way they kiss their daddy now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sept 11 is a day no one will ever forget. It is a day that changed us all. That date in history set in motion a series of events that forever changed our family personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; those who perished that day and may we all remember those who took the oath to protect our country and our children from it ever happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our family we will never forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; that were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mary, Brenna &amp;amp; Faith we will never forget............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Brent, Aunt Melissa, Lillian, Madison &amp;amp; Lukus&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-4477443616063945067?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4477443616063945067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4477443616063945067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4477443616063945067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4477443616063945067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SMlNM-KHuMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nopr3_ueMN0/s72-c/brenna%26Faith' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8943633442760579799</id><published>2008-07-30T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:23:25.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted you all to know that life has been a bit crazy but I am still here. I have been reading everyones but have been lazy about updating mine. I shall return with something good by monday. Hope everyone is well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8943633442760579799?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8943633442760579799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8943633442760579799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8943633442760579799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8943633442760579799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is anyone out there?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7717164441380081544</id><published>2008-06-03T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:53:54.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Communion Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was not going to share these pictures because I did not want a certain person who could not be bothered to attend to see them but I figure my mom and family deserve to. Just proving that I will always be the bigger person. The high road is a nice place to be:) BTW the date is for 2008 still have not reset the date stamp.&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgAu1viI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZaK6lW5GXWI/s1600-h/communionconcert+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791195424931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgAu1viI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZaK6lW5GXWI/s320/communionconcert+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKggu1vjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tVgVhSfIol0/s1600-h/communionconcert+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791204014865970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKggu1vjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tVgVhSfIol0/s320/communionconcert+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgwu1vkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VXYPJZlsvIs/s1600-h/communionconcert+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791208309833282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgwu1vkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VXYPJZlsvIs/s320/communionconcert+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhAu1vlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ImPuZV21Me0/s1600-h/communionconcert+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791212604800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhAu1vlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ImPuZV21Me0/s320/communionconcert+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhgu1vmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JxmJ3VuBSnA/s1600-h/communionconcert+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207791221194735202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKhgu1vmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JxmJ3VuBSnA/s320/communionconcert+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-7717164441380081544?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7717164441380081544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7717164441380081544' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7717164441380081544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7717164441380081544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-communion-photos.html' title='First Communion Photos'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SEXKgAu1viI/AAAAAAAAAms/ZaK6lW5GXWI/s72-c/communionconcert+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5435645041771861890</id><published>2008-05-31T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:02:12.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh Pee up a tree I forgot my camera at home. I am working and I have all the kids with me here. Brent is out enjoying the beautiful weather we are finally having. He is dirt biking with his cousin and I am stuck inside. BOO HOO that is the breaks of being managment. YUCK what did I sign up for? Just kidding I love my job just a bit bummed that it is sat day and I am working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have an awesome day and enjoy your weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5435645041771861890?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5435645041771861890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5435645041771861890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5435645041771861890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5435645041771861890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-pee-up-tree-i-forgot-my-camera-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2562015201431371693</id><published>2008-05-29T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:45:43.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am alive and kicking. I have been working the fingers to the bone each and everyday. I will post the pictures on sat of the house I am on for a 18 hour shift then. I will have plenty of time then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love and miss you all:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2562015201431371693?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2562015201431371693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2562015201431371693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2562015201431371693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2562015201431371693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-alive-and-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4438569958490532450</id><published>2008-05-13T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:01:21.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back after a short break. I do have some news I got a promotion at work and am now a manager. I am a little apprehensive due to the last manager in this building only made it 4 days before the employees ran her out. They are a tough bunch but they all know me and I hope respect me. I am a little nervous because I think I am going to get lynched now that I have to cut 2 day people out and run a 2 man shift but we will see. I am putting the schedule out on friday so if you do not hear from me then you know the new schedule went over badly and I am wearing concrete shoes in a lake somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have a confession to make. My mother in law has found my blog and I am feeling a little weird that she reads it. Sorry Brenda but it is weird cause this is a pretty blunt and to the point place. I feel a little guarded about writting some stuff. How many of you have relatives read your stuff??? I gave my info to my SIL to try and get to know her a little better and she has a blog also but that is it outside of my momma and good friends. It is not that I am going to trash anyone or write something that I could not say in person it just feels weird. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are completely moved now and the unpacking is almost done. I will add some pictures when I finally download the 1st communion pictures and the spring concert pictures. My memory is full and the cord is MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now I will make a better effort to blog I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4438569958490532450?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4438569958490532450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4438569958490532450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4438569958490532450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4438569958490532450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-back-after-short-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-417249267395992326</id><published>2008-05-04T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:57:43.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are moved!! Sorry about the no guest bloggers I was busy and did not think to check the email so sorry to those who wanted to blog for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been an interesting move I swear hubby and I are hiring out the next time due to the good possibility one of us may not survive another move. He was a grump ass the entire time and whined about all the shit we have. I will post pictures of this he has 2 garage stalls full of stuff and I have one. I may have won the closet space but he has way more shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to blog some more later I am so tired right now it is not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-417249267395992326?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/417249267395992326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=417249267395992326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/417249267395992326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/417249267395992326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-moved-sorry-about-no-guest.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4287818977833907398</id><published>2008-04-28T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:40:06.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am handing the reins over as of wens to a guest blogger and I am scared you may all be a little shocked by this person but I think you will find him funny. If you don't well there is something wrong with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have emailed the hot BlueBella to do a little something friday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now I need next weeks guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello who wants to do some blog whoreing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are interested email me at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mentelebags@yahoo.com"&gt;mentelebags@yahoo.com&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;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa the Mighty Moving Momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4287818977833907398?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4287818977833907398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4287818977833907398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4287818977833907398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4287818977833907398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-handing-reins-over-as-of-wens-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2478551231258659580</id><published>2008-04-23T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:27:23.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey kids remember me? Yeah I have been MIA for the past 2 weeks I know that sucks big wank but hey life got in the way. I anticipate being even busier the next few weeks with moving. Never fear remember when I asked my best blog friends to do some guest blogging for me? Well the 2 weeks are here so stay tuned you never know what may pop up around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the mean time here is some humor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192601694007581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SA_Tuqdp2cI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YGs086v8KqE/s320/truelove_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192601702597515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SA_TvKdp2dI/AAAAAAAAAmM/r7JO448gSn0/s320/epic-boobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2478551231258659580?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2478551231258659580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2478551231258659580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2478551231258659580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2478551231258659580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-kids-remember-me-yeah-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SA_Tuqdp2cI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YGs086v8KqE/s72-c/truelove_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8748719857577273146</id><published>2008-04-13T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:58:59.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;We went to the appointment with the Cardiologist on Monday as scheduled. The final results are Brent has Cardiomyopathy which is a big word for Heart Failure. It is not at a state where it is serious or life threatening but it is still there. He will have to take Lisinopril and Coreg daily for the next few years and be monitored monthly for awhile. We are both a little scared and unsure of the future but well the Dr said not to worry so we are going to do what he says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;The medications are used for 2 different purposes the Lisinopril dialates the blood vessels and the Coreg makes the heart beat slower and regulates blood pressure mixed together they are supposed to allow his heart to heal and beat stronger. The totally fucked thing is that all of this was caused by a virus....yes you did read that right a virus. We are not sure of what one but it does seem weird that he came down with Influenza B and has been sick for the past 8 days with a fever over 103 at times. I am not sure if that could have caused it but is a possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;He was on bed rest this past week and did pretty good except for Thursday when I worked he snuck out of the house and went to work. I guess the manager of Casey's a few blocks from our house told him he was crazy and she was telling on him. I know he regretted it because friday we ended up napping all day and then just watched TV for date night and slept. We are so exciting. I did let him go to work at the casino today and he was missing me and called a hundred times. He works at a casino on Sundays to help a friend who owns it out otherwise she would have to work 7 days a week. It is easy so I figured he could go. He goes back to his regular job monday. We will see how he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;We are in the countdown for moving now we were going to start Tuesday but I think we are going to wait and move on the 1st of May. The kids will then only have 10 days of school at the new school and I switch to nights on the 15th for the entire summer I will go back to days in August when the kids go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I do not look forward to nights but it saves me 300 a week in daycare. If I worked days I would be paying another person 1200 to spend time with the kids and that sucks. I was thinking of doing daycare that was fun but I have found that not many parents want to spend money on making sure their kids are safe all the calls I have gotten have been regarding $$$ and if I would go any cheaper. I figure if the parents are only worried about the money then they can go to the ghetto and find some mom who is cheap and does not give a shit about the kids. I will be taking mine to the water slides and the pools all summer plus making good money still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;The kids are doing good and excited about moving, I am overwhelmed by all the shit that needs to be done prior to us moving but oh well my lovely house awaits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry this post is like a bad holiday newsletter I hate the newsy posts some do but here I am guilty of doing also oh fucking well......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8748719857577273146?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8748719857577273146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8748719857577273146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8748719857577273146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8748719857577273146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4324999114588853813</id><published>2008-04-12T17:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:50:15.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are still alive, it has been a hectic week. Brent is not a great patient and listening to the Dr has been a challenge. It did not help that he came down with Influenza B last week also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will give a post Sunday with details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4324999114588853813?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4324999114588853813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4324999114588853813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4324999114588853813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4324999114588853813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-still-alive-it-has-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2935041806389842879</id><published>2008-04-04T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:51:12.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a short break back Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you get a chance, take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If it changes your life, let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2935041806389842879?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2935041806389842879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2935041806389842879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2935041806389842879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2935041806389842879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-short-break-back-monday.html' title='Taking a short break back Monday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1883524139858160526</id><published>2008-04-02T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:47:41.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After 7 1/2 hours at the &lt;a href="http://www.southdakotaheart.com/index.aspx?CORE_ElementID=HHSD_AboutUs_TheHospital"&gt;Heart Hospital &lt;/a&gt;a million tests and a consult with &lt;a href="http://www.southdakotaheart.com/index.aspx?CORE_ElementID=HHSD_Physician_doc&amp;amp;HHSD_Physician_doc.CID=HHSD_JerryMoench"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;guy we have some answers but no good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has Pericarditis, Fluid around the heart &amp;amp; a cardiac ejection of 45%. Which means that he came home on a portable heart monitor (Holter?) and 2 different meds plus another appointment Monday morning at the heart hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaked out and scared to death so is he. He is worried and stressed because we found out today that our new health insurance does not kick in until the 1st of May not April 1 like we originally thought. Sucks to be us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1883524139858160526?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1883524139858160526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1883524139858160526' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1883524139858160526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1883524139858160526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='update.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6746965011670990742</id><published>2008-04-01T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:54:29.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes in life no news is not good news. I have had two of the most terrifying experiences of my life happen in the past 4 days. I am heading for a breakdown I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat night was date night for Brent and I, we rented movies and made dinner. Layed on the couch and relaxed from 6pm til about 10:30pm. Brent went to the bedroom and layed down about 10 min laters he says to me in a real funny voice "Melissa I am having chest pains" I go in the bedroom and he is white as a sheet and sweating. I asked him to sit up and when he does he passes out. I get him up and get him on the couch and call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance arrives and by this time he is so anxious and freaked out he refuses to go in the ambulance cause he wants me to take him in. The nearest hospital is 20 min away and I am scared to death he will arrest on me in the car but he does not waver even after the EMT's strongly encourage he go by ambulance. I then get him in the car and we are about a mile away from home when he starts gasping for air and starts to pass out, I wiped a shitty and drove him back to the ambulance bay. He is then taken to the heart hospital given a full work out and sent home with strict instructions to report back to the Heart Hospital at 8am monday morning for more tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning comes and he skips the appointment, I make a appointment for Tuesday morning for him he skips the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tuesday 3 hours after he was supposed to go to the doctor I get a call at work that he has collapsed. I leave and meet the crew bringing him in with the same symptoms as Sat night....another full work up and a CAT with contrast is done. Nothing no firm results so now we are headed to the Heart Hospital at 8am for the tests he needed to have monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to death that he is going to die or have something terribly wrong with him. He is only 36 how does this shit happen to a guy like him? Active, Healthy, Perfect weight &amp;amp; no family history......I am baffled and scared to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6746965011670990742?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6746965011670990742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6746965011670990742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6746965011670990742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6746965011670990742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-in-life-no-news-is-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1500079864236552123</id><published>2008-03-28T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:50:49.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickface bullshit'/><title type='text'>Explanation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's chat about how shitty my day was yesterday. I am going to do a little soul baring if you cannot take it please come back another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those women that is pretty strong and always there for my family and friends the one huge weakness I have is my husband. He has the ability to make me go fucking crazy in 3.2 seconds. My biggest fear is him messing around on me. This summer we almost ended up getting a divorce and during the 6 months of us flirting with the idea of not being together there were a few things that happened that neither of us are proud about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now we are in the rebuilding stage and bridges are partially rebuilt (think popsicle sticks here) I look at his phone Wensday night and find a number for a girl that he told me he wanted to date this summer. I instantly get upset sick to my stomach and pissed but I play it off because I should not have looked at his phone. But me being me there was no FUCKING way I was not going to say anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held it in and acted sorta normal yesterday before he went to work but obviously not enough cause he left and about half hour later he called to see what was up because he knew I was upset and I straight up told him either he figures out why the fuck he felt he needed the number (just put in his phone monday) or we are done I am not playing the fence sitting game with him. Just not gonna do it. I also told him I was hurt and pissed that he had so little faith in our marriage that he needed to have a back up. He swears he had never called her but I am not so sure I believe him. He gets really jealous about stuff it makes me wonder if I am getting the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dumb fucker so it makes it hard for me to just kick his ass out and deal with his shit in my  own time. We also just went and closed on our new house today at noon so I am double confused and double pissed. I asked him if being with me is what he wants and he swears I am his world and he would never hurt me but I do not know. I am super pissed that he has made me so insecure that I have to dig through his cell phone because I do not trust him further than I can see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fucking paranoid mess and I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support girls and Tammy I have added you to my IM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1500079864236552123?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1500079864236552123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1500079864236552123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1500079864236552123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1500079864236552123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/explanation.html' title='Explanation.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4499295194725632213</id><published>2008-03-27T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:51:35.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickface bullshit'/><title type='text'>devastated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voZRGyZEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/x0ZYcaSJIRc/s1600-h/hc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182491317006132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voZRGyZEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/x0ZYcaSJIRc/s320/hc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times you just don't understand why you should even bother today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182491308416197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voYxGyZDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eiTK--KpZ98/s320/prod_659_17866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4499295194725632213?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4499295194725632213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4499295194725632213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4499295194725632213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4499295194725632213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/devastated.html' title='devastated'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-voZRGyZEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/x0ZYcaSJIRc/s72-c/hc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3766202743514202934</id><published>2008-03-25T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:53:07.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am pooped it had been a weekend that is fo sure. &lt;/span&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;Lovely little scam my husband and his father pulled on me Easter Sun. I was fully aware that we would be spending Easter with my sexy hubby's dad because of the divorce. No problemo what I was not fully aware of was that I would be cooking the entire meal at his dads house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and I arrived at 1 to hang out and put toghether the last minute food stuff for dinner at 6 not a big deal what was a big deal was sexy hubby's dad bought 2 Farmland Hams and they were sitting in the fridge still in the packages. OH NO FUCKING WAY....I thought to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I poked through the cupboards and decided a trip to the store was needed so I packed up a kid and off we went. First thing after pulling out of the driveway I called hubby and chewed his ass for their dirty trickery. Second I went and bought a real ham ya know the picnic ones with the bone in.....not the pressed ham product Papa Bear had bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I went back and put together a fabulous dinner Ham, red garlic mashed potaotes, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, buns and a black and white bundt cake. Can you say I am fucking fabulous? I can.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3766202743514202934?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3766202743514202934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3766202743514202934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3766202743514202934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3766202743514202934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-pooped-it-had-been-weekend-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5049576807372316848</id><published>2008-03-23T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:55:46.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Easter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5049576807372316848?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5049576807372316848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5049576807372316848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5049576807372316848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5049576807372316848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2917182712930126035</id><published>2008-03-21T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:52:44.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A little funny for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am off to the Dr and out for a meeting at work, I am leaving you with some funnies for the day. Thank you to all my bloggy buddies that have volunteered for duty while I move if anyone else is interested let me know. I am excited to see what you all have to bring to the table for posts. &lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P81hGyY-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/eMuoBLUQh-k/s1600-h/tramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180261992756306914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P81hGyY-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/eMuoBLUQh-k/s320/tramp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82RGyY_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JpKluyymrD4/s1600-h/easterslipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262005641208818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82RGyY_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JpKluyymrD4/s320/easterslipper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHPoIt4kCJg/s1600-h/losingafriend-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262009936176130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZHPoIt4kCJg/s320/losingafriend-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_KOs0S_-TyM/s1600-h/%2521cid_003501c776d7%25240f59ad50%25246fc92fcf%2540pap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262009936176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82hGyZBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_KOs0S_-TyM/s320/%2521cid_003501c776d7%25240f59ad50%25246fc92fcf%2540pap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82xGyZCI/AAAAAAAAAls/BNO_WG09ePQ/s1600-h/easterbunnies.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262014231143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P82xGyZCI/AAAAAAAAAls/BNO_WG09ePQ/s320/easterbunnies.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2917182712930126035?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2917182712930126035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2917182712930126035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2917182712930126035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2917182712930126035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-funny-for-day.html' title='A little funny for the day.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R-P81hGyY-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/eMuoBLUQh-k/s72-c/tramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-565472787118369889</id><published>2008-03-19T18:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:52:24.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>Help a girl out here???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok kids I am in need of some assistance....LOL&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;I have been busy as hell lately and am going to be busier while we get ready to move so I have an idea. I want to invite some of you to be guest bloggers here at Melissa's corner!!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Sounds exciting huh? I need help and you can do some shameless whoring of your own site sounds like a perfect trade. Almost like blog prostitution...and we all know we all are fans of prostitution:) &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Southern in the Rockies, Bluebella, Slick, Busy Dad, Chelle, Tammy.....anyone?? You interested?&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Jana I know you are busy with Lovey but if you have time you are sure invited:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-565472787118369889?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/565472787118369889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=565472787118369889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/565472787118369889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/565472787118369889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-girl-out-here.html' title='Help a girl out here???'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1111391562987152469</id><published>2008-03-17T16:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:52:02.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>It is one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All weekend long I looked forward to having today off. I was gonna sleep in and have the hubby take the kids to school and daycare while I enjoyed being a kept woman for one day. I woke up at 7:30 and woke Lil up to shower and took a peek at my cell to check the time and saw I had 2 missed calls from work. &lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was gonna ignore them and go back to bed but something inside my head said I better check and see what they wanted so I listened to the messages and relised I did not have the day off and I was over an hour late for work. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then looked out the window and saw that Mother Nature dumped 8 inches of pretty powder last night. Oh for Fucks sake..,...It is Monday....I HATE mondays.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So instead of me sleeping in I quick jumped in the shower with Lil and got ready, fed the kids breakfast, drove them all to school and daycare then commuted 30 miles to work on shit ass roads while hubby laid in bed like a kept man.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Monday and it sucks!! My next day off is Sunday then back to work on Monday til the next Sunday. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Monday and I am thinking it sucks huge donkey dick but I did get a 50 cent raise even though I was 2 1/2 hours late for work:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1111391562987152469?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1111391562987152469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1111391562987152469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1111391562987152469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1111391562987152469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-one-of-those-days.html' title='It is one of those days'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-144329256475864543</id><published>2008-03-16T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:56:42.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband is a dirty bastard tonight. Our children have pushed every button of annoyance I have and I am ready to blow a gasket. He however is sitting at his dads 4 blocks away from our new house drinking beer and bullshitting. I have packed a ton of shit this weekend cause you know I work a shit ton the next few weeks and he spent sat out at the shop hanging out with his buddies drinking beer. Are you seeing the pattern here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should be out with my oldest friend drinking vino and celebrating her birthday but nope I am here with the devils spawn. Not fair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess after children mommas lose the fun parts of life and miss friends birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call Bullshit on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-144329256475864543?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/144329256475864543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=144329256475864543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/144329256475864543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/144329256475864543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-husband-is-dirty-bastard-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1321999738953665919</id><published>2008-03-15T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:58:19.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am still here just have been really busy with work, kids and numerous other mundane life shit. I also have to kick my 9 y/o off my laptop to blog and she is all over it like flies on shit. Pretty bad when your kid steals your toys:)&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have some news. I know most of my readers know we had a major house fire last May and we have been trying to get our house back to normal but it is just not happening and we have used 70,000 of insurance money and all of our savings to try and fix things but it is just not working out. We finally made the choice to sell our home back to the bank and let them deal with the rest of the bull shit. So that means we are moving the 2nd weekend in April. &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;After much discussion and looking at houses we have decided to buy a new house and I mean a NEW house. The contractors were just finishing up the outside masonary work when we looked at it the first time a month ago. We were a little leary about moving back to the city but it is time to do it. Gas prices are a fucking killer and I commute each day almost 60 miles in a Explorer so you know I get bent over and poked with out the lube each time at the pump. But that is a whole other post...FUCK YOU oil prices.....&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;I will be leaving our quiet little town of 4000 and moving back to a place that has fast food and entertainment on every corner I cannot fucking wait. &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;This is the new house the pictures are from the real estate listing not the best but you get the idea. I love it soooooooooooooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091480688585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxFjrbLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6ZU7bm4ltac/s320/HOUSE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091484983553218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxVjrbMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/a7lPUhb76So/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178091484983553234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxVjrbNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/W-X1G7xroXE/s320/house3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It has a 3 stall garage that is already insulated and sheetrocked the basement is finished with a huge family room with slate tile fireplace. It also has 3 bedrooms and 2 bath plus a lovely mudhole for a yard. I shall be debt till I am 100 for buying this house.....sorry kids there goes your college funds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1321999738953665919?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1321999738953665919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1321999738953665919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1321999738953665919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1321999738953665919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-still-here-just-have-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R9xGxFjrbLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6ZU7bm4ltac/s72-c/HOUSE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1001369144452313368</id><published>2008-03-04T16:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:51:23.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it has been a week that is for sure. Thank you all for checking in and for the prayers it means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to get up on my soap box for a minute here and tell all my female readers that your health is something that is very important most of us are mommas, wives, sisters &amp;amp; daughters we tend to put ourselves last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to know that can be a very dangerous thing. My friend Toni who passed away was diagnosed and died from cancer all within 15 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you imagine that 15 days....there were some warning signs like the serious weight loss and you all know that after 25 losing weight is like chiseling concrete off your ass that fat just wants to hang out and spend its golden years with your butt cheeks. Toni lost almost a 100 lbs in a year doing NOTHING....ladies it may sound like a miracle but it is not. She also complained of no appetite and abdominal pain all something we experience but if it lasts longer than a week or so go see your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toni's pathology reports came back on monday during the palliative care conference and the results were unbelieveable. The specemins were sent to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN and came back she had 3 different kinds of cancer. 3 KINDS!!! 2 different types of Ovarian and Pancreatic Cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Speed Sexy Mama I will miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174021895699146898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R83RgEE9qJI/AAAAAAAAAks/Nz3xJ8e8tmA/s320/web_toni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                  *You see the chin tilt that was her thing doesn't she look proud? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess God had big plans for her and was hedging his bets. I do not know what else to think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1001369144452313368?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1001369144452313368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1001369144452313368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1001369144452313368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1001369144452313368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-it-has-been-week-that-is-for-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R83RgEE9qJI/AAAAAAAAAks/Nz3xJ8e8tmA/s72-c/web_toni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7139596477613612820</id><published>2008-03-03T08:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:53:31.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise that I will post soon maybe even today after the funeral. Thank you all for the prayers and well wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7139596477613612820?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7139596477613612820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7139596477613612820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7139596477613612820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7139596477613612820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-promise-that-i-will-post-soon-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5306465336298472610</id><published>2008-02-27T17:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:53:56.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank You all for the prayers the support is greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toni was removed from the ventilator at 10:40am Tuesday and continued to breath on her own all tubes and IV's were removed. She continued to breath and rest at times she even snored. At 4pm I spoke with her daughter and at around 4:15 Toni very quickly passed from this world into the next. Her death was dignified and she did not suffer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5306465336298472610?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5306465336298472610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5306465336298472610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5306465336298472610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5306465336298472610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-all-for-prayers-support-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2605701509754569039</id><published>2008-02-24T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:57:44.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The past few days have sucked enormous donkey dick. I received a call from my mom on Wednesday that a good friend of mine was in the hospital for surgery to remove a mass on her ovary and when the Dr opened her up they found cancer everywhere. I have not seen my friend Toni in awhile but have talked to her on the phone the last time being in the beginning of Feb and she said nothing to me about being sick….not a damn word except that she had lost a bunch of weight and was really busy with her restaurant but not a damn word about not feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems from the conversations I have had with her daughters she did not say much to them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is she is dying and right now is in the hospital strapped to a bed on a ventilator fighting to recover enough from surgery to only be told she is dying…..this is tearing me apart. The docs have told her children that they are surprised that she has lasted this long…..the docs do not know her very well she is stubborn and has the soul of a gladiator. I am sad that she did not take care of herself the way she takes care of everyone else. Sometimes you have to put yourself first she has never learned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni is one of those people that either you love her or you want to beat her we had the perfect love/hate relationship. I worked with her for 2 years and I swear the first 6 months she would have loved to kick my ass because I am such a smart ass. I got my ass chewed many a time for being a “asshole” as she likes to call me. I used to tell her I was gonna take her down and she would just give this look that would make me feel a bit guilty but also make me say something else that was equally politically incorrect. She has some back problems and used to say Oh I am dying from the pain and I would tell her no way woman only the good die young. I have great memories of her. I will be honest I think she could read me like a book, the first time I cried in front of her she laughed at me and told me to stop faking cause my cold hearted ass did not have tears to spare. I love that about her the no holds barred honesty and I am a cold hearted bitch tears are not my thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with her family at the hospital yesterday someone made a comment about her being a bitch and I more than likely stuck my size 8 right in my mouth by responding “Well that is who she is” in all honesty she is. She will tell you to Fuck off like she was saying its going to rain today. There is not a damn mean bone in her body and that makes her bitchy-ness a good quality. I have a lot of respect for her and the way she choose to live her life by her standards and fuck you all if you had a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do me a favor and say a prayer for her daughters, grandkids and all the other people that love her. They could use all the help talking to the man upstairs and I will also ask that you pray for Toni to pass from this world to the next pain free and knowing she is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2605701509754569039?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2605701509754569039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2605701509754569039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2605701509754569039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2605701509754569039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-few-days-have-sucked-enormous.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3021678058658474982</id><published>2008-02-15T17:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:58:42.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><title type='text'>My baby sis</title><content type='html'>I am gonna pimp my baby sis tonight and share her video.....This is her video from the Sturgis Bike Rally. She is a Jagger model and has been for 2 years. This job is fun but is also very intense and requires someone with a strong knowledge of there self. Here is Jamie with her friends and with her good friend Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August she was the unfortunate person who Shaun Morgan's brother Eugene commited suicide in front of. These are some of the last pictures of Eugene from the night he died. For those of you who do not know Shaun Morgan is the front man of the amazing rock band Seether. It was a devastating event that she will never forget and it has changed her I think part of her healing is making this video and actually going through the pictures from that night. I wanted to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i61.photobucket.com/flash/remix/player.swf?videoURL=" width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hostname="stream61.photobucket.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3021678058658474982?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3021678058658474982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3021678058658474982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3021678058658474982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3021678058658474982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-gonna-pimp-my-baby-sis-tonight-and.html' title='My baby sis'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7966627452098250362</id><published>2008-02-13T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:56:01.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dreaded stomach flu hit our house hard on monday with Lil coming home from school at 11 and 10 mins after I walked in the door from work the boy was blowing chunks like it was a contest to see how far they would shoot. Nasty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite funny the scene of the first round of projectile vomiting was I must share with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby and I were having a chat in the doorway of our bedroom when the girls started screaming "Oh my GOD he is puking....mom....mom....he is blowing chunks....but he is still sleeping" Yes thats right baby boy was losing lunch in his sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby and I come running wondering what the fucking hell was going on. We come upon a scene that was gory as hell (Hubby fed the kids spaghetti and meat balls about an hour prior) so use your imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby instantly starts gagging and I grab the blanket covering the boy to catch the puke in but not before it was everywhere. The first words out of my mouth were "SHIT he defiled the chair" because yes he was sick and of course I felt bad but he puked all over and inside our BRAND NEW MICROSUEDE RECLINER that chair cost me 600 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the clean up Hubby walks past and says "Hey make sure you get all the noodles" then went and locked himself in the bedroom for the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7966627452098250362?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7966627452098250362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7966627452098250362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7966627452098250362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7966627452098250362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreaded-stomach-flu-hit-our-house-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1861541681614768572</id><published>2008-02-12T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:49:10.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a post copied and pasted from &lt;a href="http://www.momknowseverything.com/"&gt;http://www.momknowseverything.com/&lt;/a&gt; please pass it on to your friends and family with children who are using the internet. Myspace is only one place where predators find children there are numerous game sites, message boards and other online communities that children frequent let this be a reminder that keeping kids safe is a job we all should take seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momknowseverything.com/2008/02/myspace-warning.html"&gt;MYSPACE WARNING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE: A Must Read for All who have children or grandchildrenEVERYONE NEEDS TO READ ALL OF THIS and HAVE YOUR&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN READ IT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tossing her books on the sofa, she decidedto grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her screen nameByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She senthim an instant message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:Hi. I'm glad you are on! I thought someone wasfollowing me home today. It was really weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123:LOL You watch too much TV.&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone be following you?Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:Of course I do. LOL I guess it was myimagination cuz' I didn't see anybody when I looked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123:Unless you gave your name out on-line. Youhaven't done that have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123:Did you have a softball game after school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:Yes and we won!!GoTo123:That's great! Who did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms areso gross! They look like bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLGoTo123:What is your team called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws onour uniforms. They are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo1 23:Did you pitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213:No I play second base. I got to go. My homeworkhas to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123:Catch you later. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.......GoTo123 went to the member menuand began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted itand printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what heknew about Angel so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name: ShannonBirthday: Jan. 3, 1985Age: 13State where she lived: North CarolinaHobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going tothe mall. Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton becauseshe had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;every afternoon until her parents came home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew sheplayed softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the teamwas named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on herjersey. He knew she was in the eighth grade at the Canton Junior HighSchool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had told him all this in the conversations they had on-line. He had enough information to find her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon didn't tell her parents about theincident on the way home from the ballpark that day. She didn't wantthem to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softballgames. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers andsisters, her parents wouldn't be so overprotective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about thefootsteps following her.Her game was in full swing when suddenly shefelt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching herclosely.He was leaning against the fence behind firstbase and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn't look scary and shequickly dismissed the sudden fear she had felt.After the game, he sat on a bleacher while shetalked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked pasthim. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back ofher shirt. He knew he had found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her.It was only a few blocks to Shannon's home, and once he saw where shelived he quickly returned to the park to get his car.Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon's house. He drove to a fastfood restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room."Shannon, come here," her father called. Hesounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She went into the room tosee the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa."Sit down," her father began, "this man has justtold us a most interesting story about you."Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parentsanything? She had never seen him before today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who I am, Shannon?" the man asked."No," Shannon answered."I am a police officer and your online friend,GoTo123."Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo isa kid my age! He's 14. And he lives in Michigan!"The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, butit wasn't true. You see, Shannon, there are people on-line who pretendto be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to injure kids andhurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids frompredators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people on-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me enough about yourself to make iteasy for me to find you. You named the school you went to, the name ofyour ball team and the position you played. The number and name on yourjersey just made finding you a breeze."Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live inMichigan?"He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made youfeel safe to think I was so far away, didn't it?"She nodded."I had a friend whose daughter was like you.Only she wasn't as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while shewas home alone Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone,yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you intogiving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you knowit, you have told them enough for them to find you without evenrealizing you have done it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this andwon't do it again. Tell others about this so they will be safe too?""It's a promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom all kneltdown together and thanked God for protecting Shannon from what could havebeen a tragic situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1861541681614768572?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1861541681614768572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1861541681614768572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1861541681614768572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1861541681614768572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-post-copied-and-pasted-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3881724386110234956</id><published>2008-02-09T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:20:46.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle me purple and call me a pansy.....</title><content type='html'>Just wasting time today I am finally off for 2 days and I am not doing a damn thing and it is wonderful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0;width:378px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=kindofvalentineogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=kindofvalentineogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;What Kind of Valentine Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=kindofvalentineogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;a Cynical Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="358px;padding:0 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=kindofvalentineogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/kindofvalentine/images/cynical_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Cupid? Arrows? Please. Good thing you're not the one taking aim. This time of year, you'd manage to shoot down just about anyone's hopes. You're probably the one who makes jokes about "VD." Your heart is cold and you wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=kindofvalentineogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/kindofvalentine/index.jsp?testname=kindofvalentineogt&amp;resultid=B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDI1OTg5MTczMjkmcHQ9MTIwMjU5ODkxOTU5NSZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3881724386110234956?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3881724386110234956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3881724386110234956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3881724386110234956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3881724386110234956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/tickle-me-purple-and-call-me-pansy.html' title='Tickle me purple and call me a pansy.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3702043466834857270</id><published>2008-02-06T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:48:10.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogger was being a bitch earlier and would not let me log in it gave me the "cookies" disabled warning well let me tell you this Blogger me and my computer are on a fucking diet and we do not want your stinkin cookies. Get that? I have a major problem with sugar with out you trying to push cookies off on me...have a little respect for us fat asses we need no help piling on the calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In other news it is Ash Wensday and I am sitting here in my scrubs trying to decide if I will do my Catholic duty and go get the ash rubbed on my head or be unholy and just drop my kids at the door for religion classes.....hmmm....I am really struggling with this I have not been to confession since hmmm....never...so does it really matter if I go? Can you imagine with all the F bombs I drop the number of Hail Marys I would get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; To many to even count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3702043466834857270?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3702043466834857270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3702043466834857270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3702043466834857270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3702043466834857270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogger-was-being-bitch-earlier-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5413984485980522293</id><published>2008-02-05T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:01:37.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well all my lovely blogger friends it is time for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Annual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you all rock awards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (awards ceremony will last from Feb 5th until Feb 29 so keep checking back:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing about blogging is meeting new people and getting a peek into their lives. I have a blog roll of people that I TRY and read daily because they touch a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (no not that way perv) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are some people that I read that I think I would actually be friends with...scary huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do need to update that also there have been some new additions to my favorites including a Southern Girl who is spending her spare time snowboarding in CO...um I am a bit jealous.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways here are the awards:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This award goes to &lt;a href="http://sterlingirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sterling Girl &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.lizarita.com/"&gt;Lizarita&lt;/a&gt;....you girls saved a little face by blogging this week but you 2 are the ones I have to check on every couple of days cause you lazy:) Thats ok because then I do not get to far behind. BTW Liz you have another one coming for the 2 Pink Lines Story stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163583323114996930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6i7rK5mhMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GxYp8CHu5SE/s320/underblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next one is for &lt;a href="http://bluebellababe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue Bella Babe &lt;/a&gt;for being real and telling it like it is no gloves on. She is also super sweet and funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163584456986363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6i8tK5mhQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lG-B2SWCx5s/s320/majoraward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163584452691395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6i8s65mhPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lL93Kyq7upw/s320/BCfleas0811.gif" border="0" /&gt;                                 This is a little prayer for all my bloggy friends....love you all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5413984485980522293?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5413984485980522293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5413984485980522293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5413984485980522293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5413984485980522293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please...........'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6i7rK5mhMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GxYp8CHu5SE/s72-c/underblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8957420698691534519</id><published>2008-02-04T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:17:39.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Told you I would be back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGZ65mhHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WwfSzqgTnzU/s1600-h/superbowl+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163313646413448306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGZ65mhHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WwfSzqgTnzU/s320/superbowl+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids enjoying the tail gate fare of hotdogs, beans &amp;amp; chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGaa5mhII/AAAAAAAAAjc/SiORUmYevjA/s1600-h/superbowl+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163313655003382914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGaa5mhII/AAAAAAAAAjc/SiORUmYevjA/s320/superbowl+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the hubby he is so cute:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGa65mhJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/u4E_GgiUDog/s1600-h/superbowl+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163313663593317522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGa65mhJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/u4E_GgiUDog/s320/superbowl+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whew these are the ugly tree pictures damn I am looking like I am all gums.....pass me my dentures sonny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGbK5mhKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rtkPs_U9J7o/s1600-h/superbowl+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163313667888284834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGbK5mhKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rtkPs_U9J7o/s320/superbowl+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am number ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGb65mhLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rcDQ2QTHlZ0/s1600-h/superbowl+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163313680773186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGb65mhLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rcDQ2QTHlZ0/s320/superbowl+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Earlier today Blogger was being a whore and would not upload my pictures....lets hope it works this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will promise you I am cute in real life these pictures make me look like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.&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/919661395953612052-8957420698691534519?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8957420698691534519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8957420698691534519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8957420698691534519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8957420698691534519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/told-you-i-would-be-back.html' title='Told you I would be back!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R6fGZ65mhHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WwfSzqgTnzU/s72-c/superbowl+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1806516949095973879</id><published>2008-02-04T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:28:15.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing me yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes I have been a lazy blogger once again what can I say I got a bit of a life and I am freaking tired. I swear I must have seasonal affective disorder I am suffering from the super blahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did however manage to drag Jenny off the couch and tempt her with food to come watch the Super Bowl last night with me. That was fun we grilled in the snow drank beer and hooted and hollered at all the appropriate times. It was a good game still a little bummed about the Patriots loss but will get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from last night.....disclaimer the deal was a PJ party and no showers or makeup were allowed.....we look fucking rugged....in a bad way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband is a lucky bastard he always looks damn good....asshole. Well lets just say Jenny and I had a few to many to look good and we laughed so hard I thought I would cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Operation: Drunk Tomfoolery is in effect and that means that we are going to Ireland next year during this time for 2 weeks pretty fucking excited about that we are gonna do a day in Amesterdam for a layover....more later on that. Blogger will not load my pictures I have to do a cyber ass kicking be back later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1806516949095973879?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1806516949095973879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1806516949095973879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1806516949095973879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1806516949095973879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-me-yet.html' title='Missing me yet?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-824852149434666208</id><published>2008-01-28T15:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:59:06.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brent'/><title type='text'>Husband+Closet Space=Disagreement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allotted closet space how does this actually work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a 50/50 thing, 60/40 or what? My definition of allotted closet space is I will use as much as I need to. I think that is fair. I have more than he does but here is the division in the closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him-124 items hanging (every fucking t-shirt he can cram in there)&lt;br /&gt;Me-18 items hanging&lt;br /&gt;Him-16 jeans-22 t-shirts folded on shelf&lt;br /&gt;Me-33 jeans-60 t-shirts-snow pants-8 scrub pant-6 sweats (and its laundry day)-on shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have purses, girly stuff, wife beaters, tanks &amp;amp; belts and scarves in the 18 hanger count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on I will get to the point here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has been bitching that I am over my “Allotted” closet space….well my response has been “I have a vagina and the words allotted closet space are not in my vocabulary” Very polite I think…so huge blowout about the space issue….I rearrange my stuff to attempt to appease him. Here is the fucked thing after all was said and done guess what his response was? Stumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where the Fuck did you get all these clothes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh it is true love.&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-824852149434666208?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/824852149434666208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=824852149434666208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/824852149434666208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/824852149434666208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/husbandcloset-spacedisagreement.html' title='Husband+Closet Space=Disagreement'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4379247638814596106</id><published>2008-01-26T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:33:50.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let’s just say I am a shitty blogger this week and leave it at that….k? Glad we have that cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has been interesting to say the least I am so tired at the end of the day the only thing I have on my mind is couch meets my ass=heaven. Get the picture? I have been working and being a product of monotony. I enjoy my job but I have to keep reminding myself that I have a job because I want to have one not cause I need one and that makes the days go a bit faster.  Thank the Lord for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beasts are adjusting to being with daddy in the morning and daddy is adjusting to being a part of the family…lol. I leave at 5:45am for work and get home around 4 each day so the kids have to depend on their dad for morning stuff and that has been interesting. The girls hate it because he is a tyrant and drops them of 20 min before I do so they bitch about it. They are also pissed because we have a GREAT bakery a block from the house and I take them there in the morning and daddy makes them eat cereal…gasp…the nerve of him pushing that healthy shit down their throats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for today I will be back with some serious humor tomorrow I have a weeks worth of good stories but just got off work and my ass says this chair is to hard and it misses the couch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4379247638814596106?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4379247638814596106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4379247638814596106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4379247638814596106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4379247638814596106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-just-say-i-am-shitty-blogger-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7986576499262303381</id><published>2008-01-23T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:00:30.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger's Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5fU5a5mhGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N8-sFGXn7k8/s1600-h/heath1_getty_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158825981114745954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5fU5a5mhGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N8-sFGXn7k8/s320/heath1_getty_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am saddened by the death of this lovely man, a wonderful actor and one of the most promising stars in Hollywood. A true performer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to his family &amp;amp; child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;RIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Heath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diKa5mhCI/AAAAAAAAAis/QCf0AMo1Mw8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158699829335327778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diKa5mhCI/AAAAAAAAAis/QCf0AMo1Mw8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diK65mhDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/YhaDcI2GYlU/s1600-h/0,,5855685,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158699837925262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diK65mhDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/YhaDcI2GYlU/s320/0,,5855685,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diLK5mhEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/aUKXIFCTV08/s1600-h/he.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158699842220229698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diLK5mhEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/aUKXIFCTV08/s320/he.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diLK5mhFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tWu7WPie_Ws/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158699842220229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5diLK5mhFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tWu7WPie_Ws/s320/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WEpWAO5dXc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WEpWAO5dXc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tribute to Heath Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7986576499262303381?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7986576499262303381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7986576499262303381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7986576499262303381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7986576499262303381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledgers-death.html' title='Heath Ledger&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R5fU5a5mhGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N8-sFGXn7k8/s72-c/heath1_getty_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5440643590797368243</id><published>2008-01-21T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:55:37.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickface bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshole Stepdad'/><title type='text'>Evil People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angry is what I am tonight enraged with the evil that is in this world let me tell you a story of a woman who is 47 and disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman was divorced in 1996 from a man who commited adultery, beat his wife, mentally abused her and was cruel to her child. She then lost her son to this man and his new wife because she worked nights trying to support her little family of 2 while ex husband lived the good life off of his new wife and her wealthy family. This man caused so much pain to his former wife and their 3 children that it took 9 years for the 3 children to actually be in the same room….it was a divorce that could be put in the books…….it was horrible. Time passes and their lives have moved on man is still married and woman is still single and rebuilding her life, 12 years after the divorce woman is injured at work and after surgeries, tests, medication &amp;amp; excruciating pain woman is considered disabled by doctors and is rewarded with a insurance settlement. Man calls insurance company and says woman owes him back child support and insurance check is mailed to him. He swears he will return money then changes his mind and keeps it stating “It is for son”. Man does not spend money on son ever, woman gives money, buys all clothes, CD’s, pays for sporting equipment and fees for sports for son who is now 16. Man does not even provide winter coat or basic tennis shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is also a tax evader and owns 2 businesses, a home and equipment all in new wifes name because he owes 130,000 in back taxes because he got caught evading taxes woman has paid 30,000 via income tax return to the tax bill since it occurred while married to man, man has paid nothing not a dime. Man did however brag how he made 90,000 in 3 months with his landscaping company this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how man told woman he was keeping the money she received as an insurance settlement from being disabled at work? Her disability is her hands both hands to the point somedays she cannot drive, hold a cup or make a phone call…….Thanks for the trip to Vegas I have to go take my wife out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is my mother and tonight my heart is breaking for her she had counted on that money for months, she was not going to use that money frivolously she just wanted to buy a new couch hers is 15 years old and take her kids and grandkids to a local hotel that has waterslides for a night. I think after all she has been through that she wanted very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how man can sleep at night I am so brokenhearted for what he has done it seems like he can just never go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5440643590797368243?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5440643590797368243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5440643590797368243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5440643590797368243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5440643590797368243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/evil-people.html' title='Evil People'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-518621080570267641</id><published>2008-01-20T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:03:37.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just call me the lazy blogger this weekend. I have been out of my house exactly 2 times for a total of maybe 10 mins the rest of the time has been spent on the couch watching movies and being lazy. I did some cooking this weekend made some biscuits and gravy...mmm...yummy, homemade carmel rolls &amp;amp; beef stew with dumplings. It has been 11 below here all weekend and comfort food was a given. I may need an intervention cause I ate ice cream with EL Fudge cookies as a spoon....I know how totally FAT GIRL is that? My husband about died when he saw the ice cream incident. I swear it is hormones but who knows.....now I have to go cause we are watching the Packers vs Giant game and we just went into overtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Ya I will be back tomorrow:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-518621080570267641?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/518621080570267641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=518621080570267641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/518621080570267641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/518621080570267641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-call-me-lazy-blogger-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7086138385124261558</id><published>2008-01-18T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:22:36.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This bear is hibernating until Sunday the temps are supposed to be in the -20's this weekend so I will be in sweats and watching movies. Have a great weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7086138385124261558?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7086138385124261558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7086138385124261558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7086138385124261558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7086138385124261558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-bear-is-hibernating-until-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5192826724219179260</id><published>2008-01-17T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:31:53.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the deal with women in the work place why do they need to attempt to  undermine other women when we are all working towards the same goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman that respects other woman I respect that most of us have to work because life is expensive and for a working mom there are extra responsibilities as we balance a family and a career. Why are there women out there that do not have any respect for that? Do not get it and I hate working in a profession that is mostly women but I love what I do and am not about to give that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will however not allow someone/anyone to speak to me in a manner that is rude or degrading so that makes for an interesting work environment. I have the ability to go from 0-Bitch in 3.2 seconds if you rub me the wrong way. I am not saying I enjoy being a bitch but I am not about to let another woman act as thought she holds some power over my future….never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day at work lets just put it that way. A co-worker found out just how little it takes me to tell you to fuck off, I do not put up with dumb lazy people who do not pull their weight and have the nerve to assign work to me that is her responsibility. Well let’s just say I believe I solved an ongoing problem for the facility I work in…people like to delegate their jobs or disappear when there is work to be completed not today cause I told the delegater that she needed to do her own damn work and had my statement reiterated to her by my manager. I happily completed my work by 10am and had plenty of time to complete extra duties because I wanted to not because some lazy bitch told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH all in a days work. Today’s lesson is do not mess with the Queen Mother of Bitches because you will not like the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5192826724219179260?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5192826724219179260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5192826724219179260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5192826724219179260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5192826724219179260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-deal-with-women-in-work-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3314653594906842884</id><published>2008-01-15T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:24:15.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F'ing Drunk Drivers</title><content type='html'>Dear Drunk Buick Driver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I encountered your lovely rear end floating all across the white line on the interstate. I watched as you attempted to correct your driving in an effort to not be noticed I then watched you over correct and jerk your car into the right lane narrowly missing the car that sadly was already driving in that lane. I followed your swerving ass the entire 30 miles until I exited for work it was scary and made me late but I along with the entire line of cars behind you were to scared to pass just in case you decided to turn us into roadkill. No we were not playing follow the leader we were praying you would not kill any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that hey it was a Monday night woo hoo great excuse to get bombed must have been a rough one for you to still be wasted and driving at 6am.  Office party get a bit wild? Close a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don’t give a flying fuck what your excuse was. I do however ask that the next time you get wasted that you not drive. Do not use the route I and other innocent people use to go to work….in fact could you just not drive? Drinking and driving do not mix for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have survived a house fire and cancer this past year and I am pretty excited for the rest of my life. I have things to do and goals I intend to complete, I made a promise that includes me living my life long enough and good enough for my children, husband and family. I would be a little pissed if you took that away from me cause for real I am not going out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that next time you get drunk you stay home because I bet you do not want your life to end prematurely and the chance that it will is very good if you continue to drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned Citizen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If I ever see you drunk driving again in my turf I will straight up follow you home dial 911 and proceed to beat the ever loving shit out of you and your vehicle you inconsiderate fucking moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3314653594906842884?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3314653594906842884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3314653594906842884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3314653594906842884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3314653594906842884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/fing-drunk-drivers.html' title='F&apos;ing Drunk Drivers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2239728151689652933</id><published>2008-01-14T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:56:13.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuHaBvsyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/s61JmSW3OX8/s1600-h/surgery+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546378212979490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuHaBvsyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/s61JmSW3OX8/s320/surgery+002.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;Post surgical day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Boys taking care of mama after surgery my spot was where the heating pad is...don't they look cute? Mouths open snoring like chainsaws it was great. BTW we still have not set the date stamp on the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuIqBvs0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/DyimLlBgOzY/s1600-h/surgery+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546399687816002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuIqBvs0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/DyimLlBgOzY/s320/surgery+013.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;Post surgical day 2....look he thinks I am number one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuJKBvs1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/_wA5dmeoPJo/s1600-h/surgery+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546408277750610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuJKBvs1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/_wA5dmeoPJo/s320/surgery+001.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;The desecration of my poor belly button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some little known facts about me in the pictures the biggest one being I am a ink junkie I love tattoos nice ones, little ones, whimsy ones&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuJ6Bvs2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/O5m2r8LyB_w/s1600-h/christmas+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546421162652514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuJ6Bvs2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/O5m2r8LyB_w/s320/christmas+023.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;My back that was done by &lt;a href="http://bakanekonei.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nei Ruffino &lt;/a&gt;you have seen her work if you have ever bought a My Little Pony she is the colorist for their packaging and she also does INCREDIBLE comic book color her work if Freaking Awesome. This is my lower back.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The stars are on the back of my neck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wvz6Bvs3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/okumnPwIf90/s1600-h/christmas+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155548242228786034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wvz6Bvs3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/okumnPwIf90/s320/christmas+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The daisy on my left arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wv2KBvs4I/AAAAAAAAAic/0NQihD_8tMw/s1600-h/christmas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155548280883491714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wv2KBvs4I/AAAAAAAAAic/0NQihD_8tMw/s320/christmas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My handsome bald boy looking a bit dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuIKBvszI/AAAAAAAAAh0/j1vyNrvUSTA/s1600-h/surgery+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546391097881394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuIKBvszI/AAAAAAAAAh0/j1vyNrvUSTA/s320/surgery+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats It for tonight sorry for just throwing some pictures out and nothing good but I am tired and I have to work at 6am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2239728151689652933?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2239728151689652933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2239728151689652933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2239728151689652933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2239728151689652933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-surgical-day-1-my-boys-taking-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4wuHaBvsyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/s61JmSW3OX8/s72-c/surgery+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-9128612579661871497</id><published>2008-01-13T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:39:48.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I am very angry at my 2 daughters for being total complete horse asses and not keeping their room clean. I am not talking little messy I am talking full out pig shit hole....dirty dishes....candy wrappers....bits of paper....and about 200 of my DVD's laying on the floor out of there cases. Clean clothes laying everywhere on the floor that was the issue that made me blow a gasket tonight I went up stairs because they were being butt heads and would not lay down so I went up to give them a stern talking to well....the clothes that I had washed today and hung on hangers....the clothes they only had to walk up the stairs and hang in their closet were on the floor with half of them broken. I was LIVID they are 9 &amp;amp; 8 and are certainly able to hang clothes in their closet. I am done I have told them that when I get home from work their room will be cleaned out no toys, no colors, no fancy Bratz furniture, no posters....no nothing except the beds and the books. I took the Zen's, Gameboys, TV, DVD Player &amp;amp; lamps out already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I refuse to be taken of advantage of I just cleaned their room a week and a half ago and gave them a 19in Plasma to watch movies on (no cable allowed in rooms except mom &amp;amp; dads) I even did the under the beds and entire closet, drawer, toy bin....you name I cleaned it. You cannot see the floor there is at least a sinkful of dishes......get the picture. I have decided that if they refuse to keep it clean and take care of their stuff they will no longer get stuff or be allowed to have stuff. I may be mean but it is time for tough love here. The screams of horror and tears you will hear tommorow at 4pm CST are from my girls coming home from school and finding out what a true heartless bitch their mother is. The thing that pisses me off the most is that their stuff and I mean all of their stuff is less than a year old if you remember in May we had a house fire and lost pretty much everything. All the stuff they had was destroyed so we have worked scraped and given up stuff so they can have stuff. Makes me so mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need some opinions am I wrong for taking it all away after they have already lost so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-9128612579661871497?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9128612579661871497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=9128612579661871497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9128612579661871497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/9128612579661871497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonight-i-am-very-angry-at-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2420937748689402191</id><published>2008-01-12T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:06:16.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been being a bit lazy this weekend spent most of the day today cleaning and washing laundry hubby is not to be trusted doing laundry so for the past week there has been only 3 loads done. Well for a family of five 3 loads is peanuts, I spent the day catching up. We had Brent's dad out for dinner and we grilled steaks while he played with the kids. Other than that not much here today. I do think the incsion on my right side has a bit of a hernia from me carrying up a basket of laundry I noticed today there is a marble sized hard lump under it and I felt a strange warm tearing sensation halfway up the basement stairs....not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news I will be heading back to the work force monday at 7am I am a little excited but sad that my days of hanging out with the little man are going to be weekends only. He is my buddy but he needs to go to daycare and I need to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all had a restful weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2420937748689402191?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2420937748689402191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2420937748689402191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2420937748689402191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2420937748689402191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-being-bit-lazy-this-weekend-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6438068797627117934</id><published>2008-01-11T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:27:18.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angel entered heaven last night while I slept unaware. I am very sad yet very comforted that Stephanie is no longer in any pain and no longer has to suffer from this horrible disease. Please head over to her page and sign her &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/stephanievasofsky"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;guestbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; leave some words of comfort and peace for her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shocked when I read the journal this morning but felt at peace as she is definitly in a better place whole happy and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye Stephanie V I will treasure the things you taught me the lessons learned are ones I will cherish for a lifetime. I will live my life double for us both cause it just is not fair that we both mothers were diagnosed with this terrible disease, I feel guilty that I am still here but this is God's plan for me and I will do my best to see that I live up to being worthy of the 2nd chance I was given. I wish you were given one also but God had a different plan for you and I believe it was for you to be a testament of Faith and to teach those souls who may have been lost that God is good and if you trust in the Lord all things are possible. Our pathes may have never crossed here on earth but my lesson from you and your family may make it possible for them to cross in Heaven. Thank You for being my guiding light and my inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6438068797627117934?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6438068797627117934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6438068797627117934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6438068797627117934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6438068797627117934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8450839539762402302</id><published>2008-01-10T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:19:48.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Here I come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is gonna say Thursday but it is for Friday..Got it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I have started a new trend in my house we are gonna travel more....well I am and I am going to encourage my hubby to do the same so as a present for his b-day I am sending him to Vegas with his dad and 3-4 of his friends. He does not know this and will not find out until mid-March but as of today I am more than likely the most hated wife amoungst our circle of friends. I have asked some of his super close friends to go, well some of them are married and their wives do not support seperate trips to Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My good friend Kara left me a voicemail tonight that was Kara style that I have not ever heard directed at me....she was a bit bitchy....not a surprize cause I love Kara cause she is as bitchy as me but we never are to each other. Get that 2 bitches who do not bitch at eachother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her VM was pretty much saying her husband was going and what did she need to do for the tickets.....her tone of voice could have cured global warming and refroze iceburgs. I was confused cause when I asked her monday it was a definite no and she was not gonna tell him about the trip well she broke down and mentioned it to him tonight and well he is going and she is not happy. I feel bad that she is not happy and I understand her reasons, she is not insecure or untrusting she is actually pretty amazing but unhappy and I am sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But me sending him there is cause I am going to Texas to visit my sister in law and my beautiful neices along with some other friends. I am going to rent a beach house in Galvestan for a week and be a beach bum hopefully with my friend Traci and maybe Jenny if she quits crying about how she hates the water and does not swim...suck it up whiner you know you want to go. Either way I will be sunning my ass on the Gulf Coast this summer for 2 weeks.....so how you like them apples. MMMMMMM tasty for me. I asked Tiff but she is going to Ireland in Sept and cannot afford 2 big trips:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well I am going to the beach and I am going to enjoy it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you coming Traci or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8450839539762402302?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8450839539762402302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8450839539762402302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8450839539762402302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8450839539762402302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/texas-here-i-come.html' title='Texas Here I come!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5366031693116819178</id><published>2008-01-10T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:40:44.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4aykKBvsxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_I_bmX2WtVg/s1600-h/DelurkerDay_200px2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154003157808821010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4aykKBvsxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_I_bmX2WtVg/s320/DelurkerDay_200px2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I have readers quite a few actually but where is the love? Tell me who you are I share my privates with you time to open up and show me yours:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whats up people no one wants me to know who they are? I am feeling a bit used here:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats ok look to your right...got ya:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5366031693116819178?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5366031693116819178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5366031693116819178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5366031693116819178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5366031693116819178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-i-have-readers-quite-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R4aykKBvsxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_I_bmX2WtVg/s72-c/DelurkerDay_200px2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3974850790427433099</id><published>2008-01-10T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:00:58.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-cancer-inspiration.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am sitting here while my family sleeps trying to find some words to write in the guestbook of a young lady that has been in my thoughts for the past few months. I wrote here in October about a &lt;a href="http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-cancer-inspiration.html"&gt;young Memphis woman who was diagnosed with cervical cancer&lt;/a&gt; and the odds were not very good for her. That sounds so trite and does not even touch what I feel about her outcome or the though of her losing her battle when I have just won mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad for her, sad for her daughter she will never see grow up, sad for her parent &amp;amp; siblings, sad for her friends and all the people who she has touched in her brief life. I am just torn up inside, I cannot even find the words to write in her guestbook so they know they are in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually good with this my friends say I have a knack for having the right words, for Stephanie I do not there is nothing I could write that would actually convey what is in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having trouble with just this post it is hard to type when there are tears in the way I want to say this….never in my life has someone who I have never spoken a word to touched my heart like she has, strength, courage, love and un wavering faith in the Lord during a time when most would have lost faith she is that person most of us look at and think there is no way someone actually has all those qualities but she does. A sense of humor that even now I smile thinking of her prayers for poop and her honesty about her illness and what Gods plan is for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past weeks her mother has been updating her journal and I honestly believe Stephanie is the person she is because of her momma. I am honored to have been able to read the updates she has written and in them you can feel the strength, courage, love &amp;amp; faith she has, it is soul touching. I do not know this woman but she has touched my soul and given me something…a gift you may say she and Stephanie have brought that glimmer of faith back into my life and made me look at my relationship with God….let’s just say we have not been on a first name bases in about 2 years. I am working on changing that with a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to read the new journal entry and saw that Stephanie is not doing good………holding on strong but her body is just slowly letting go and I realized I am not ready for her to go. I have learned so much from her in the past 4 months I am not ready for her journey to end……..that is why I cannot find the words to write to say anything and I am not ready to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3974850790427433099?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3974850790427433099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3974850790427433099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3974850790427433099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3974850790427433099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonight-i-am-sitting-here-while-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2072210233585422347</id><published>2008-01-08T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:48:19.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are times in our lives where something is so much bigger than us all, here is one of those times.................................&lt;a href="http://www.andrewolmsted.com/"&gt;Final Post&lt;/a&gt;.................A blog entry from an American Soldier who died last thursday but had the forethought to compose his final blog post in advance in the event of his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,320686,00.html"&gt;This is a link from Fox News to read the story online.&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;Moving, touching &amp;amp; heartbreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2072210233585422347?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2072210233585422347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2072210233585422347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2072210233585422347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2072210233585422347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-times-in-our-lives-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3466564038085459252</id><published>2008-01-06T12:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:01:30.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sore and super bloated right now that is why there have been no new posts this weekend. I have been laying on the couch for the past 3 days being taken care of by my boys. Little man and Hubby have been good to me keeping me company and watching TV with me. We have watched the movie 300 2 times I cannot get enough of those fine warriors meow love it. I did get out of the house and went to a movie yesterday Alvin and the Chipmunks which was pretty funny in my drug induced state. This whole weekend is actually a bit blurry the damned Vicoprofen I am taking makes me a bit loopy and sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post a bit more in a few days sorry I am boring but I am recovering slowly but surely and for real I am having some serious pain makes it hard to be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3466564038085459252?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3466564038085459252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3466564038085459252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3466564038085459252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3466564038085459252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-sore-and-super-bloated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4036949231781838098</id><published>2008-01-03T20:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:01:50.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Cancer FREE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say it? I am cancer free, for the first time in 1 year 2 months 9 days I can say that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tommorow I will wake up for my first cancer free day just saying that makes me want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dr was able to use the co2 laser to get clean margins on all sides and below now we just pray that when I have my 4 week pap there is nothing new growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am home tonight we arrived home about 2, Sue was here with the kids and Traci came out and burned me some movies to watch....I think she needed to be here for herself as much as me I know that sounds funny but my Traci needs to do stuff in situations like this....she even brought me some food including a small Frosty. I went to bed and passed out cold from the pain meds I sleep up until bout half hour ago when the meds started to wear off. Not good...need to stay in front of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 3 inscions in the belly including a big one in my belly button which is full of dried blood for some reason I bleed alot today. When they removed the IV and taped up my hand I attempted to put on my bra and felt a gush down my back the IV site had a blow out and was seriously pumping out blood like I gashed an artery through the cotton balls, bandages and threw the tissues I grabbed quick to wipe it. Not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post some more tommorow and I have pictures that the Dr gave Brent to show him why I have so much pain I will scan them in and show'em off. They are pretty an upclose and personal veiw of my interior organs kidneys, bladder, uterous, tubes, ovaries &amp;amp; spine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4036949231781838098?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4036949231781838098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4036949231781838098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4036949231781838098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4036949231781838098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/cancer-free.html' title='Cancer FREE!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8242240159301070174</id><published>2008-01-02T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:53:50.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well tomorrow is the day I have dreaded/anticipated since Feb, I am finally having the surgery. I am a little nervous and a bit scared of the pain afterwards. I have had ALOT of pain but it seems to me like the surgery pain will be different one I am not used to feeling or dealing with. That makes me a little anxious well alot actually. &lt;/span&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;I am happy that when I wake up my future will no longer be uncertain, I can start my life again I will be finishing school this year and starting my career as a working mom I have had the title of SAHM/Student for awhile now times are going to change that is for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say a little prayer for me I will heading in to the hospital at 5am I check in at 5:30 and have to have all labs, EKG and IV's done by 7:30 that is when we start. I am sure I will need a spot of Valium in the am andI will bawl my eyes out(I did last time) and of course there is the last words I utter to my Dr prior to each surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Please don't kill me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know no pressure huh....but really please don't I have a life to live and dealing with Cancer has pretty much scared at least 10 years off my life span I do want to enjoy whats left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to my blogging buddies, my girl Traci who is stuck in Vegas for a wedding &amp;amp; my other friends and family....please hold I shall return in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Do not worry Traci I will be ok no crying when you read this....I miss you have fun and bring me home a damn Coyote Ugly T-shirt or I will beat you.....in 6 months we will take a girl trip to Vegas so find the hot spots I am counting on you.....mwah love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8242240159301070174?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8242240159301070174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8242240159301070174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8242240159301070174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8242240159301070174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-tomorrow-is-day-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-3592183733148151955</id><published>2008-01-02T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:18:26.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my last day before surgery, I will be back later to post I have to pack a bag get my kids ready to be with a sitter. I have to run to pharmacy and get all medications and some post surgical stuff. I am nervous as hell so when I calm down I will give up some funnies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-3592183733148151955?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3592183733148151955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=3592183733148151955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3592183733148151955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/3592183733148151955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-my-last-day-before-surgery-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4930278358459487882</id><published>2007-12-31T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:36:03.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 is outta here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I should write an ode to 2007 to finish up my blogging year. Well here is how my year was…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan-Normal New Year stuff broken resolutions, weight gain, post holiday stress &amp;amp; lots of bill paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb-Sucky month had surgery that went astray found myself with a pee bag strapped to my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March-Birthdays galore Mary, Tiffany, Dad 1, Dad 2, Brent &amp;amp; Traci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April-Not much happened that I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May-Ahhh the beginning of summer vacation and the month our house decided to go ablaze. 2 weeks we lived in a swanky hotel only to be reminded our home was a burned out shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June-Camped in a 30ft camper in our backyard, kids spent a lot of time with Grandma in MN to allow the contractors some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-Still camping in the yard bonfires, BBQ and beer seems to be the pattern here. Spent a few weekends with my mom, 4th of July on the lake boating &amp;amp; grilling in the park, Griffith family reunion in the Worthington park I swear I spent more time in MN this summer than ever before. Our house was finished with the major repairs July 17th so back inside we moved with A/C and hot water oh what heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August-We spent unpacking and repurchasing items we were lacking. On vacation the kids and I went 11 days we were gone.We drove the country side going through SD, MN, IA, IL &amp;amp; MO. Old cemeteries, war memorials, tombs, State fairs, concerts &amp;amp; shopping we did find memories that were made will last a lifetime. On the 18 Lillian’s birthday we celebrated with the kids first concert Sugarland  is who we seen, man that Jennifer Nettles sure can sing the Il State Fair is where we were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September-I spent sick as a dog, pneumonia I did catch and in bed is where I slept for days on end. Took 3 antibiotics to beat but by months end I was feeling a bit more alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October-Birthdays again Lukus, Jenny &amp;amp; Momma 2, cake and ice cream we did have. This month was also a big surprise when Momma 2 left Dad 2 after 40 years, this family has shed a few tears but we want what is best for them happiness we hope they both find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November-Thanksgiving was a catalyst on our relationship sink or swim has been the question. Swim we have decided together again put all the drama behind and be a family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December-My favorite month of the year birthdays galore, Madison, Nicole, Grandma, Jason, Gabriel &amp;amp; I. A year older and wiser I am now. Christmas was low key we spent it at home with our family. Diamonds I did get a beautiful Journey necklace, ( Oh I am so present whoring now), now I sit and wait for what life will bring in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew done that rhyming shit is for the birds but you get the main idea 2008 has a really good chance of being a good year compared to 2007. I am ready to file this one and forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in 2008, Be Safe and Have a FUN night!!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4930278358459487882?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4930278358459487882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4930278358459487882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4930278358459487882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4930278358459487882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-is-outta-here.html' title='2007 is outta here!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6773468068725044254</id><published>2007-12-30T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:06:01.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3grOqBvsuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vmV1ukjgF98/s1600-h/christmas+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149913704697934562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3grOqBvsuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vmV1ukjgF98/s320/christmas+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omens do you believe in them? I do so what should I think of this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3gr6qBvsvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ec4Rf__D6MU/s1600-h/christmas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149914460612178674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3gr6qBvsvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ec4Rf__D6MU/s320/christmas+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes that is the tree beside our house and Yes it is full of crows. So does this mean I am going to kick the bucket soon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I am weird like that but you never know what the universe is trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have spent this weekend having some interesting discussions with the hubby while he was a wee bit tipsyfriday night he revealed some information that was not brought up regarding this matter during previous discussions and let me tell you I was not happy. He on the other hand did not understand why I was irritated well.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe if you are going to lie you had better cover your ass very well exspecially if you are going to lie to me. For fucks sake I spot one a mile away and I knew in the beginning I did not get the entire truth from him. So instead of him doing the right thing and telling me the truth while I had busted him he continued to weave a story that would make Harry Potter proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make the story real short he has brought numbers home for years the normal chain of events is I throw them away, chew his ass and warn him of the numerous ways I would casterate him if he ever dared try anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer was not one to remember and we were very close to getting divorced and we both knew it...I guess he thought it was time to try his pimp skills out and he asked a girl out for a drink and got her number. He lied to me about it for months and finally told me the truth after much fishing on my part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am actually kind of astounded I thought if I ever left we would end up like the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad Paisley song Whiskey Lulluby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interesting turn of events and he is still wondering what I am going to do for revenge on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did tell him I should have bought him a little black book for Christmas and made ALOT of snarky comments during the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we will have to wait and see cause for real telling your wife you took the number because you are a NICE guy does not really fly with me....and for real Brent I would never call you a nice guy ever you can be the biggest dick bag in the world and the only moves you know how to put on a girl are the ones I taught you QUIT trying to be a PIMP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or I will have to set you straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6773468068725044254?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6773468068725044254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6773468068725044254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6773468068725044254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6773468068725044254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/omens-do-you-believe-in-them-i-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3grOqBvsuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vmV1ukjgF98/s72-c/christmas+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-1290795373513458660</id><published>2007-12-28T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:53:41.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was dinking around the house yesterday and looked at the calender and relized that my surgery is next week. Shit I am not ready so for the next few days I am gonna be super busy getting the house ready and all the laundry done. I will be out of commision for about 4-6 weeks so no housework for me, I do need to make things very SIMPLE for hubby or he will get frusturated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my pre-op the 18th and am some what ready for it I am having a bit of anxiety. I hate having surgery and I have had 9 months to think about it. I lovingly refer to it as the gutting because really that is what is going down. I am having a total hysterectomy, Mcalls culdoplasty, bladder suspension &amp;amp; Cystoscopy I am not looking forward to it at all. I have had these super anxiety attacks from thinking about dying during the procedure or finding out that there is cancer in everything and we waited to long for the surgery and it has spread everywhere. I may need some professional help I will be in the front row at church Sunday that is for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-1290795373513458660?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1290795373513458660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=1290795373513458660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1290795373513458660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/1290795373513458660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-dinking-around-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2322519369363252413</id><published>2007-12-27T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:57:08.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhG6BvsiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FdMQ3piNCRM/s1600-h/christmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706307786650146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhG6BvsiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FdMQ3piNCRM/s400/christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2 days after Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you all had a happy holiday we sure did here. The kids were over the moon for their Santa loot we are now the headquarters for Spiderman and the Littlest Pet Shop toys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brent and I decided this year we were not going anywhere so if people wanted to see us they had to come to our house. Christmas Eve we had both of our moms, my brother, Jenny (who was very sad her boys were with their dad in Milwaukee), Tiffany &amp;amp; Keira it was fun. We made a ton of food and had some great &lt;a href="http://www.prairieberry.com/"&gt;Prarie Berry Wines&lt;/a&gt; if you are a wine buff they have some amazing wines. I am a huge fan of the Pumpkin Bog, Cranberry &amp;amp; Gold Digger. If you are in my area I know &lt;a href="http://www.thelittlecellarwinecompany.com/"&gt;The Little Cellar Wine Company&lt;/a&gt; has some Pumpkin Bog in stock still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhHaBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sBql-gJxYI8/s1600-h/christmas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706316376584754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhHaBvsjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sBql-gJxYI8/s400/christmas+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brent's mom, Cody (my brother) &amp;amp; my momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhIKBvskI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pdYXvHbHQsA/s1600-h/christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706329261486658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhIKBvskI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pdYXvHbHQsA/s400/christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhIqBvslI/AAAAAAAAAgE/t2zVaHMIcro/s1600-h/christmas+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706337851421266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhIqBvslI/AAAAAAAAAgE/t2zVaHMIcro/s400/christmas+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhI6BvsmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jRr2qDdkJJo/s1600-h/christmas+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706342146388578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhI6BvsmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/jRr2qDdkJJo/s400/christmas+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddy-The Hip Hop Queen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlRaBvsnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YufYaENkUr4/s1600-h/christmas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148710886221787762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlRaBvsnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YufYaENkUr4/s320/christmas+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlSKBvspI/AAAAAAAAAgk/63D9fqvb9Lo/s1600-h/christmas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148710899106689682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlSKBvspI/AAAAAAAAAgk/63D9fqvb9Lo/s320/christmas+008.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;Luke being present CRAZY           Keira looking like an angel:0&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/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlTKBvsrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FUMN329Dd2M/s1600-h/christmas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148710916286558898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlTKBvsrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FUMN329Dd2M/s320/christmas+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PmfaBvstI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cIiPbsgLpi4/s1600-h/christmas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712226251584210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PmfaBvstI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cIiPbsgLpi4/s320/christmas+022.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;Brent throwing snowballs at me while I am taking pictures BTW he did not set the date stamp when he put new batteries in the camera. These are from Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlSqBvsqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OIjav2A7vAQ/s1600-h/christmas+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148710907696624290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PlSqBvsqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OIjav2A7vAQ/s320/christmas+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PmfKBvssI/AAAAAAAAAg8/RXHNHJge84c/s1600-h/christmas+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712221956616898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PmfKBvssI/AAAAAAAAAg8/RXHNHJge84c/s320/christmas+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were blessed with a TRUE white Christmas so we enjoyed being home with just Brent and I and the kids. We played in the snow and then had Turkey dinner and more wine. It was good stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya all:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2322519369363252413?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2322519369363252413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2322519369363252413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2322519369363252413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2322519369363252413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-2-days-after-christmas-i-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R3PhG6BvsiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FdMQ3piNCRM/s72-c/christmas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-4449424455662045749</id><published>2007-12-26T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:07:02.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The dishes are finally washed , I can see my living room carpet, bags of wrapping and boxes line the rear of my house, kids are no longer present cracked out, I have had a nap....Guess Christmas is officially over....a month of shopping, planning and cooking and it is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom had the nerve to bitch that my bacon wrapped shrimp were a bit overdone Christmas Eve hmmmm maybe if she had not got bombed and maybe watched them or God forbid actually helped me cook some of the food....Oh hell let;s not even go there. It was a lovely holiday and when I find the damn cord to my camera I will post some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-4449424455662045749?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4449424455662045749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=4449424455662045749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4449424455662045749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/4449424455662045749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/dishes-are-finally-washed-i-can-see-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6051084451883221150</id><published>2007-12-23T20:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:02:12.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May your day be filled with joy, love and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy the blessings the Lord has bestowed upon us and never forget this holiday is about the birth of our savior. Keep him close in your hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or you could be like my little man and sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus, Fa La La Fa La La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jurasic Park Fa La La La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Santas coming with a big dinosaur for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jurasic Park a la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy you holiday and I shall resume blogging the day after cause I am not a retard and running out for the after the holiday sales for Fucks sake I just finished shopping WTH would I want to do more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6051084451883221150?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6051084451883221150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6051084451883221150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6051084451883221150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6051084451883221150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone-may-your-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5348806548908165029</id><published>2007-12-22T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:52:05.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping, cooking, baking &amp;amp; holiday cheer making, in other words come back later like sunday when I am done with all my pre Christmas preperations....cross fingers and pray it is done by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a Happy pre-Christmas weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5348806548908165029?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5348806548908165029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5348806548908165029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5348806548908165029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5348806548908165029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-cooking-baking-holiday-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-5028665406660457580</id><published>2007-12-20T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:53:05.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things to bitch about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coffee maker hates me&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;I am only 1/3 of the way done Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower….bad…real….bad&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to ToysRus today&lt;br /&gt;I am super bitch with a hair trigger right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of the holiday hoopla, sick of shopping, sick of people, sick of cleaning &amp;amp; sick of pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have planned to shower and then head into finish shopping after yesterday I do not know if I should be allowed in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line to pay at Shopko last night I was 3 persons from the cashier when my son come out of the bathroom, my daughter pulled the hood on his jacket and he yelled “LOUD”. The cashier looks at the customer she is helping shakes her nappy head and says out loud….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some peoples rotten kids” and proceeds to give my son the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could even think about what I was saying out comes from the depths of hell within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey that is my fucking kid and I deal with that shit daily, who are you to say anything? Shut your yap and start working cause the sooner I get out of here the sooner my ROTTEN child will be gone” LOUDLY like screamed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD……Absolute stunned silence from the other 12-15 people in line. The checkers face goes beat red. I however am not the least bit embarrassed…that may be not such a good thing…I have no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get up there she is trying to smooth it over by being nice and chatty with me. Are you fucking kidding me? She has the nerve to try and chalk it up to anticipation of presents that is why he yelled. I say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do not have to lie now and try and be nice I know he was loud but you still have no right to EVER say anything like that, now shut your yap and check my shit so I can leave”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention she was like 60-65? Yeah I will be called in for elder abuse…but hell she had no right to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-5028665406660457580?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5028665406660457580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=5028665406660457580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5028665406660457580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/5028665406660457580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-to-bitch-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7821697882420960972</id><published>2007-12-18T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:26:40.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ways to make my momma crazy that should not be done prior to Christmas aka phone conversations that will make your momma want to kill youJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1-Voice Mail from my momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa you need to help(frantic voice) OMG the cops are at Jamie’s house arresting her. You need to do something (crying) oh please help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Giggle Giggle delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2-1st Conversation after voice mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Why are you calling me to do something? It is not like I am Superwoman and gonna swoop in and rescue her from Sioux Falls finest. She obviously did something that got her in trouble she gots to pay the piper someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-Scream-Blah-Blah-Scream (click) she hangs up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-You need to go bail her out find out what it costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Um yeah not bailing her out it is 1400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-Meellliissaa help her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Remember I have paid her cell bill since Jan last one cost a grand, besides if she is in there over Christmas it will save me some money 1 less to cook for and 1 less to buy more gifts for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- Scream-Blah-Blah-Scream (click) she hangs up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Hi Mommy (super cheery voice) are you busy I am shopping want to help me figure out food for Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- How can you even think about that while your sister is sitting in jail? You are terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-Well if you think about it she would want us to go on with our lives no crying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- Scream-Blah-Blah-Scream (click) she hangs up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking this sure is getting fun woohooo my mom is ready to explode and if you know my mom she is as subtle as an atomic bomb when she is pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is Tuesday am and my sister is still sitting in the clink she has court today at 1:30 I am going to go watchJ This is better than TV but the real moral of this story is QUIT ASKING ME FOR MONEY I AM NOT A FUCKING BANK. Just because I have money does not mean I am going to fork it over for everyone else. Besides my sister was picked up on a pre-Christmas warrant sweep she had 3 FAILURE TO APPEARS I figure if she stayed in jail last night at least we would not have to worry about her appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/919661395953612052-7821697882420960972?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7821697882420960972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7821697882420960972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7821697882420960972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7821697882420960972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/ways-to-make-my-momma-crazy-that-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6110880457414974250</id><published>2007-12-17T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:37:54.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2aFdqBvsgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sGdLgVuQDcM/s1600-h/birthday+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144946368861680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2aFdqBvsgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sGdLgVuQDcM/s400/birthday+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In SD our children resemble small Eskimos for the 5 block walk to school. I am the mom who believes that it builds character to walk to school it teaches independence and stuff like that besides it is to damn cold for me to go out this early. Do not worry they are plenty warm hell they have Columbia Ski Coats on there are no worries there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6110880457414974250?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6110880457414974250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6110880457414974250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6110880457414974250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6110880457414974250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-sd-our-children-resemble-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2aFdqBvsgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sGdLgVuQDcM/s72-c/birthday+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7586948901889920328</id><published>2007-12-16T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:04:39.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now this is why blogging is so much fun, you get to check out some pretty awesome people. Check out the Girlie Giveaway on Melinda's Blog she is giving away a Coach wristlet I hope I win after my non purchase in Aug in Illinois I am feeling the need for a new wristlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melindazook.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="95" alt="Melinda Zook" src="http://65.162.96.75/blog/badge/girlie_badge.gif" width="120" border="0" longdesc="http://www.melindazook.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-7586948901889920328?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7586948901889920328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7586948901889920328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7586948901889920328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7586948901889920328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-this-is-why-blogging-is-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-8794971154856790427</id><published>2007-12-16T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:43:03.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2XFzaBvsfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/a39_ujuQVfM/s1600-h/evil_corporate_santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144735636291301874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2XFzaBvsfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/a39_ujuQVfM/s400/evil_corporate_santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At around 4 today the final bonus child went home. I have had 2 blissful hours to regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did put a TV in the girl’s room yesterday along with the VCR/DVD player from our room. It has saved me a lot of head aches this weekend the girls watched TV and movies upstairs and Little man watched them in the living room, Hubby in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have went from being a 6 TV family to being a 3 TV family, after the fire the cleaning company threw or took all of the TV’s in the house. I have only purchased the essential ones mine, Hubby’s &amp;amp; Living room. Time to buy the kids one….I will consider it an investment into my future sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed that it is only a week before Christmas this year just flew by. Wow and for the first year ever I have not bought or wrapped a single gift yet. I am thinking it is going to be a hell of a week getting ready. Not real worried about the kids they make out like bandits last year I said Santa is bringing one gift that is it. I may have to supplement that unless I some how get my hands a Wii this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like looking for a needle in a haystack I am sick of calling all the stores Sunday, the clerks think I am a nut job. I also went into National Pawn and saw they have one in their storage gave the manager my husbands phone number if it comes out this week. More than likely not going to happen but one can wish. If you find yourself with a spare one email and I will give you the address to send it to. What can I say I am desperate but not desperate enough to buy it on eBay or eRobbery as I like to call it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-8794971154856790427?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8794971154856790427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=8794971154856790427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8794971154856790427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/8794971154856790427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-around-4-today-final-bonus-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2XFzaBvsfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/a39_ujuQVfM/s72-c/evil_corporate_santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-2597685090714060634</id><published>2007-12-15T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:46:46.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                             &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2SRMaBvseI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jq6uieMmEV8/s1600-h/pa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144396316695048674" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2SRMaBvseI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jq6uieMmEV8/s400/pa.bmp" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;There is a really good possibility that if another child with out my DNA walks into my house for anything I may lose my mind. I am so over kids today it is not funny. I have mentioned a few times that pretty much every one of our children’s friends parents are the type you need to keep an eye on or you will be taken advantage of. Perfect example…Friday morning at 7 am one of the girls friends gets dropped off and while her dad is in the driveway she comes in and asks if she can sleep over cause her dad is going out of town for the night…I say fine thinking her dad will call me or something. He never did but while we are running errands that evening she says to my girls her dad is in Gillette. I was like as in Gillette, Wyoming? She says yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am instantly furious for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cell phone is disconnected and he has never given me an alternative contact number or emergency number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who leaves their kid and goes 500 miles away with out telling the person your child is with where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if she got hurt and had to go to a hospital I cannot consent for her treatment and I have no one to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just stunned by this just stunned….I am the parent that takes my kids pretty much everywhere and would NEVER leave them like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake was that the 3 girls fought to the point that I would have sent her home if her dad was there, instead I listened to a bunch of bitching and whining and had a house that took me 6 hours to make presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick a fork in me I am done….no more Mrs. Nice Girl. I am not a daycare center and I will not be treated like one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-2597685090714060634?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2597685090714060634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=2597685090714060634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2597685090714060634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/2597685090714060634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-is-really-good-possibility-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2SRMaBvseI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jq6uieMmEV8/s72-c/pa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6274345697873944973</id><published>2007-12-14T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:16:32.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hot bath+Heating Pad+Sleeping children=Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6274345697873944973?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6274345697873944973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6274345697873944973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6274345697873944973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6274345697873944973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/hot-bathheating-padsleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-7807869473875781386</id><published>2007-12-14T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:46:53.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday morning woo hoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been up since 5am, Brent woke me up to make sure I am able to get the kids ready with out falling. I am happy to say things are A-OK I am feeling good today. Yesterday well that was a whole different story, Brent came up behind me and hugged me to him and swayed a bit side to side and I almost hit the floor from passing out from the pain. Thank God he was holding me tight or I would have hit my head on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counter top&lt;/span&gt; on my way down to the floor. He was a bit surprised that I was hurting like that because I am really good at not showing it, my momma did not raise no wuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am up I have a treat for all of you:) I was loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you tube&lt;/span&gt; dot com this am and found something that has had me laughing for bout the last half hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cornholio&lt;/span&gt;-I love this Traci you will love this to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYJP-q6M1Qc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYJP-q6M1Qc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;f'ing&lt;/span&gt; funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stimpy&lt;/span&gt;? It was only one of the best cartoons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eveh&lt;/span&gt;...I sure could use some rubber nipples;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wg5qLx_ACeU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wg5qLx_ACeU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;-Misery Business I am a fan love this chicks voice and lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sweetest Girl- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wyclef&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PNA3pVHjMU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PNA3pVHjMU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am good for the morning got to finish getting the girls ready for school. I do have some interesting news for my girls and do not freak out but Brent and I had the baby discussion last night and we agreed that in 3 years we will have another baby either by adopting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt;, weird I know but you know that I have regretted that I had my tubes tied after Luke but hell I was in labor for 52 hours with no drugs I would have agreed to allow an arm amputated if you had told me the pain would stop. I will be having my eggs harvested in Jan when I have surgery and then I will start looking for a spare oven to cook me a baby in. I am relieved that he agreed because I was really getting depressed with the surgery coming up and the thought of never having another child was really weighing on me. Sometimes he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; me and reminds me why I fell ass over teacup for him.&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/919661395953612052-7807869473875781386?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7807869473875781386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=7807869473875781386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7807869473875781386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/7807869473875781386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-morning-woo-hoo.html' title='Friday morning woo hoo...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6108208427974150321</id><published>2007-12-13T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:50:00.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army Donations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have all seen the jolly bellringers that come out in masses during the holiday season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been hearing alot on the news regarding the Salvation Army being very short on toys for needy children and families.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to ask everyone to either throw some bills (no change cheapies) in the kettle, &lt;a href="http://sausa.convio.net/site/TR?fr_id=1110&amp;amp;pg=entry"&gt;donate online to a kettle in your area go here&lt;/a&gt; or for those of you with kids talk to your kids about less fortunate kids who may not get any gifts this year then let your kids pick out a gift and donate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is such a good feeling to give something back when alot of us have so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we all complain that Christmas in so commercial these days but there is something to be said about the Salvation Army they do not care about commercialism they are a Christian organization that HELPS people in need. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please if you can spare 10.00 go out and buy a gift for a child most malls have Angel Trees and I know ToysRus is keeping there donation box open for another week.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give yourself the gift of helping someone less fortunate it is the best way to keep the real spirit of Christmas alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6108208427974150321?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6108208427974150321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6108208427974150321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6108208427974150321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6108208427974150321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/salvation-army-donations.html' title='Salvation Army Donations'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6865123213621379386</id><published>2007-12-13T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:50:28.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am in the mood for some morning music and now that I finally got Traci off the phone I will put it up. We are talking about going to Chicago to look at cars that would be fun I love Illinois I had a blast when I went up there in August. We will have to stop in Bloomington to visit my friends Sarah and Jen and maybe hit up the bar scene. We will see what happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore-Crush Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wYxnkbbI8M&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wYxnkbbI8M&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence-My Immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQrPXPSVhQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seether-Fake It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtSzygsEFWI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtSzygsEFWI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6865123213621379386?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6865123213621379386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6865123213621379386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6865123213621379386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6865123213621379386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-in-mood-for-some-morning-music-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-692065057154330288</id><published>2007-12-12T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:44:53.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I totally agree and the picture speaks a thousand words. Hang out in anothers knickers and you will get the finger....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2A4rdMHucI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0gDwW4BYaqc/s1600-h/tracipissed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143173093678102978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2A4rdMHucI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0gDwW4BYaqc/s400/tracipissed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/919661395953612052-692065057154330288?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/692065057154330288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=692065057154330288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/692065057154330288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/692065057154330288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-totally-agree-and-picture-speaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R2A4rdMHucI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0gDwW4BYaqc/s72-c/tracipissed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919661395953612052.post-6283878402476990989</id><published>2007-12-12T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:32:15.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have more pictures from my birthday party these are more towards the end of the night. Don't expect to much we were wasted the very first thing Jenny &amp;amp; Tiff asked for when we woke up was Ibuprofen...light weights:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7ktMHuYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aLNRYg_f5q4/s1600-h/birthday+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143105907504691586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7ktMHuYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aLNRYg_f5q4/s400/birthday+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiff &amp;amp; Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7itMHuUI/AAAAAAAAAak/toO4QofmEzE/s1600-h/birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143105873144953154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7itMHuUI/AAAAAAAAAak/toO4QofmEzE/s400/birthday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7jdMHuVI/AAAAAAAAAas/gWXjsjWhPMs/s1600-h/birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143105886029855058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7jdMHuVI/AAAAAAAAAas/gWXjsjWhPMs/s400/birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG I not even know how to explain these pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiff and Jen taken by me after Jenny dropped the camera on her face and swore I did it..Tiff and I laughed our asses off because she was holding it and dropped it herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture of Jenny and I who knows she was trying to attack me she is silly:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7kNMHuXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VTH15SCJ3AE/s1600-h/birthday+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143105898914756978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7kNMHuXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VTH15SCJ3AE/s400/birthday+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out in our room having a beer and a smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MN sucks they have no smoking in bars anymore...lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7j9MHuWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KTvlLUQWXLQ/s1600-h/birthday+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143105894619789666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7j9MHuWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KTvlLUQWXLQ/s400/birthday+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasted but damn my boobs look HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8etMHuaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eztAghjT4JQ/s1600-h/birthday+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106903937104290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8etMHuaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eztAghjT4JQ/s400/birthday+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Tiff and I having fun looking a bit toasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8eNMHuZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NRfdR78P58o/s1600-h/birthday+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106895347169682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8eNMHuZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NRfdR78P58o/s400/birthday+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traci &amp;amp; Jenny after desecrating the cake see Traci's green tongue and the missing corners of frosting.....Damn cake eater could not wait;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8g9MHubI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3K5t7ZJHEmY/s1600-h/birthday+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143106942591809970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_8g9MHubI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3K5t7ZJHEmY/s400/birthday+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy drinky Traci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919661395953612052-6283878402476990989?l=3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6283878402476990989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919661395953612052&amp;postID=6283878402476990989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6283878402476990989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919661395953612052/posts/default/6283878402476990989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3littlepeoplesmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-more-pictures-from-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482337068069124945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/SNPKP6E1w_I/AAAAAAAAAno/DOWgIwbnfBI/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jU_SskDYJxQ/R1_7ktMHuYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aLNRYg_f5q4/s72-c/birthday+119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
