<?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-18739705</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:05:00.650-05:00</updated><category term='Pay Per Post'/><title type='text'>Stuck In Elmo's World</title><subtitle type='html'>When you're changing your child's diaper and he would rather wave it around and sing "Lalalala" than let you  put it on- you know you're stuck in Elmo's World...(Thank you PAMPERS for putting Elmo on EVERY diaper.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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keypad...weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1377650289986913432?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1377650289986913432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1377650289986913432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1377650289986913432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1377650289986913432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-baby-my-baby.html' title='Big Baby = MY baby'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3968424010355477793</id><published>2011-07-27T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:44:13.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>w.t.f</title><content type='html'>my mind is in an ugly place. i dont know how to get it back to where it needs to be. and no one gives a shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a clusterfuck of stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3968424010355477793?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3968424010355477793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3968424010355477793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3968424010355477793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3968424010355477793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/wtf.html' title='w.t.f'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6133345111401759162</id><published>2011-03-22T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:27:08.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I am sitting to write. I am sitting. That, in itself is big time. Even at work I can't even sit. I can't concentrate long enough to form full sentences here anymore. Too much going on. My head may explode. UGH!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Yesterday Little Man "stole" markers from his teacher. How do you react to that? I was enraged. MY BABY does not take things that do not belong to him (yes he does now doesn't he?) I tried not to yell. I did try. But I was so ANGRY, "DUDE! You can't take stuff that doesn't belong to you! YOU HAVE A TON OF MARKERS HERE why do you want HERS?!?" "I don't know." is all I got. Today he went to school with her markers and a note saying he was sorry and he would never do it again, written by him. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;He is biting his nails again. I am applying that nasty nail polish to prevent this and he seems to be picking the nail polish off so he can THEN bite his nails. "DUDE! Why are you doing that?" "I don't know."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I want to punch him every time he says I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;He is excelling in school, to say something great. He is reading along with me when I read to them before bed. The Diva is, too. I feel she will be super advanced by the time she gets into school (maybe pre-K this September?) I actually have him reading some of the easier books (Oh Dr. Seuss how I love you!)&amp;nbsp;His math skills are awesome, his handwriting is improving if he takes his time. (He wants to do everything fast, everything is a race. Is this mostly with boys??) &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Work is...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Ugh.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I am happy to be employed. I am grateful for this job, but sometimes...SOMETIMES...smh.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;*sigh*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I think I will treat us to a dinner OUT, if I don't get any bad reports from school for Little Man. I don't reward bad behavior...but obviously I don't know how to keep it from happening either. I need to do something good for us for no damn reason. I am having an awesomely bad fucking week.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-6133345111401759162?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6133345111401759162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6133345111401759162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6133345111401759162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6133345111401759162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/restless.html' title='Restless.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6389854552562253428</id><published>2010-12-22T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:38:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;"The 12 pains of Christmas" is the best Christmas song ever. Nothing but honesty, really. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;My daughter has become obsessed with Christmas music. This has only happened within the last week or so, when we are in the car we HAVE to have Christmas music on. I am such a grinch, I really don't like listening to it, but seeing the way she lights up and tries to keep up with the words of the songs (which I must say she is learning very quickly) it makes me smile, and I actually sing along with her. *sigh* the things kids make you do. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-6389854552562253428?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6389854552562253428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6389854552562253428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6389854552562253428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6389854552562253428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-9154302449427761673</id><published>2010-12-10T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:03:04.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ALERT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Facebook has been blocked at work. And my computer is on the fritz at home, so we don't even use it. My only connection is through my cell phone, and that takes so long to load I give up rather quickly. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;GRRRRRR.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Now I have to get my puter fixed at home, and I was hoping to not HAVE to do that till after the Holidays.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;GRRRRRRR.....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Stupid people with their stupid blocks...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-9154302449427761673?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9154302449427761673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=9154302449427761673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9154302449427761673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9154302449427761673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/red-alert.html' title='RED ALERT!!!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3942241266357269143</id><published>2010-09-07T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:40:45.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems different....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;There's something different about my Little Man.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;School had changed him. Yeah, he's only been there four days, but he is...&lt;EM&gt;different.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;He is more calm. He is offering to help with things. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love it. But I can tell that the real growing process has begun...and I just don't know how to feel. My baby is not a baby anymore...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;*sigh*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3942241266357269143?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3942241266357269143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3942241266357269143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3942241266357269143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3942241266357269143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/seems-different.html' title='Seems different....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4782456216879488905</id><published>2010-08-31T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:32:19.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a box of kleenex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Last night we went to dinner at a friend's house and Little Man grabbed a bike, got on, and started to ride. No help, no training wheels, nothing. JUST STARTED RIDING. I was in total shock. I wanted to take a video of it but my phone has no flash, so it was useless. (It was dark out already...)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Tomorrow is his first day of school.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;My boy is growing so fast. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4782456216879488905?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4782456216879488905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4782456216879488905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4782456216879488905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4782456216879488905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-box-of-kleenex.html' title='Getting a box of kleenex...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3554229684098301810</id><published>2010-08-26T12:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:33:30.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Coworker who lost his son came back to work this week. I stopped in and said hello. I didn't want to ask how he was doing. I didn't want to do the "head cocked to one side pity look". You know the look. I got it with my miscarraiges. I hated (HATE) that look. You want to scream "Don't fucking pity me!" to anyone that gives you the look. So I just stopped in, said hello, smiled, and walked away. He is very quiet, as is expected. I don't work in the same dept as him anymore so I don't know if he is talking to anyone really... &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What I WANTED to do was hug him, and tell him that I understood. Even though my lost children were only inutero, I hadn't raised them for 18 years as he had with his son...but I understood. I know that at some point I will get to tell him. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-3554229684098301810?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3554229684098301810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3554229684098301810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3554229684098301810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3554229684098301810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6535469312984138997</id><published>2010-08-26T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:24:00.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;My boy's first day of school is next week. Kindergarten. Now, I am not a SAHM so it's not like "he's leaving me" or anything...but it's still a big GIANT step. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;He is growing so quickly, I often just stand back and watch him as he goes about his business. He doesn't want to take tub baths anymore, now he wants to shower. He doesn't want me to wash his hair, soap him up...he can do it. (I peek through the curtain or call out reminders about washing certain areas...) He wants to dress himself completely, doesn't even want help with his socks or shoes. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;*SIGH*&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We as parents need to learn to let go, I know. They can't be babies for ever, I know. But why does it make me so sad?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-6535469312984138997?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6535469312984138997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6535469312984138997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6535469312984138997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6535469312984138997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3034429039518517313</id><published>2010-08-06T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:43:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I don't like to add co-workers to my facebook page. I get paranoid and feel they are spying on me. I have gone as far as creating a "friend list" of the few co-workers I *do* have on my page, and omitting them from any status updates I do during the day. Funny how one of my friends here at work (she and I were friends before working here, and of course SHE is on my fb...) just came to me and told me that another co-worker asked where I was. She said "Well, if she isn't at her desk, she is probably in the bathroom or making copies or something...did you need her?" Other co-worker says "No, I meant on fb."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;HA!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Hell to the mother effing no...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-3034429039518517313?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3034429039518517313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3034429039518517313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3034429039518517313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3034429039518517313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughing.html' title='Laughing...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5731708198498008929</id><published>2010-08-04T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:46:00.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unacceptable.</title><content type='html'>I got the news Monday morning. Open work e-mail and there it is: "Co-Worker has lost his son in a car accident..."&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning. 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parent should ever have to bury their FUCKING CHILDREN. This is UNACCEPTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years old. Just graduated high school. Has his whole life ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the wake, I went with K my office mate, and her sister. They come from the same small town as Co-Worker. Standing in the receiving line my mind was a mess. I needed a distraction. I noticed the girl standing in front of us had a safety pin holding her skirt together. It kept my mind off of the reason I was in this line. K would say things, she had been here before. Same funeral home. For her nephew. A car accident years ago.&lt;br /&gt;"Same wallpaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why wouldn't she wear another shirt to cover that safety pin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Look at so-and-so, I haven't seen her since High School."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has to know people can see the damn thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sister, do you remember him? From the dry cleaners?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I care about this safety pin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my respects to my co-worker and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello and good-bye to his 18 year year old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home with the radio turned waaay too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my children and didn't let go for so long, they actually complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are too young to understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNACCEPTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spoken to K about what people would say about this. About why it happened. She said to me "When my nephew went, someone actually told my sister it was meant to be. I thought she would spit in their face."  &lt;em&gt;I get that. Why would it be "meant to be" to take such a young life? Why can't we all die old and wrinkled and full of happiness, peacefully in our sleep. I think like a child. I can't help it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNACCEPTABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5731708198498008929?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5731708198498008929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5731708198498008929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5731708198498008929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5731708198498008929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/unacceptable.html' title='Unacceptable.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1255195210639644856</id><published>2010-06-28T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:29:02.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because they are never too big for my lap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/TCgjqWYku0I/AAAAAAAAANU/I3xyLq1w_KE/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487675356421077826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/TCgjqWYku0I/AAAAAAAAANU/I3xyLq1w_KE/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we went to a lake, and then went to a friend's house to watch movies. Since they were so exhausted from playing at the lake (and "swimming") and also playing with tons of toys at the friend's house...my babies came to cuddle with me and fall asleep on my lap. Both of them. Never in a million years will I turn them away - but hell when my legs started to fall asleep shortly after they had...WHOA. LOL!!! I quickly decided it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reopened the discussion of having my tubes tied. Daddy shrugs and says "If that's what you want..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO IT IS NOT WHAT I WANT. I want the possibility of having more babies. I want the OPTION. But this IUD is making me into a COW and I don't want another baby (or miscarraige thankyouverymuch) RIGHT NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who freaking knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1255195210639644856?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1255195210639644856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1255195210639644856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1255195210639644856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1255195210639644856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-they-are-never-too-big-for-my.html' title='Because they are never too big for my lap...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/TCgjqWYku0I/AAAAAAAAANU/I3xyLq1w_KE/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2409759180297453823</id><published>2010-04-26T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:02:21.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet...</title><content type='html'>Daddy and I attended a family wedding on Saturday. Between the church and the reception we went and grabbed a snack while the wedding party took photos. At some point we both got a message that a friend of ours from high school had passed away in a car accident. We knew all of our family members got the message at the same time, and suddenly time just stopped.  Daddy and I were just silent in the park. I stopped taking pictures and hugged him. I wish the children had been with us so I could hug them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a month this friend of ours would have turned 28. He was awesome. He and I actually tried the dating thing right after high school, before I met Daddy. We were meant to be friends, the dating stopped as quickly as it started. He went on to get get married and had two beautiful children, now 6 and 2. They have lost a wonderful father, his wife a great husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the reception and toasted to him as we toasted to the newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP our great friend. You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2409759180297453823?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2409759180297453823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2409759180297453823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2409759180297453823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2409759180297453823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2102694909111142340</id><published>2010-04-23T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:43:42.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>sometimes you love your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes - like today - you want to grab someone by their neck and squeeze till their eyeballs pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2102694909111142340?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2102694909111142340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2102694909111142340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2102694909111142340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2102694909111142340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-9114265606541338841</id><published>2010-04-16T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:10:57.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy....</title><content type='html'>I will be signing Little Man up for footbal tomorrow. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a contact sport. I do not like contact sports. I am not a contact  sport FAN in any way... (okay, maybe boxing...) but it's too late to get him into teeball/softball because for some strange reason no one ADVERTISES sign-ups. How do people know about these sign-ups unless they already have children in sports? I heard about the little league sign-ups too late...&lt;br /&gt;Football sign ups are tomorrow. Daddy doesn't think Little Man will like football, but I think he will enjoy it. He loves to run, that boy has energy for days. Throw a ball into the mix and he is in heaven. He's like a dog that way... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and afraid all at once...and yes, it's only flag football but still...this leads to tackle football at some point (if he decides to stick with it that is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is that in two years My Princess can be a cheerleader for the same team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-9114265606541338841?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9114265606541338841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=9114265606541338841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9114265606541338841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9114265606541338841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-baby-boy.html' title='My Baby Boy....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-172580810639453008</id><published>2010-03-31T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:20:43.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tomboy / My Princess</title><content type='html'>Ms. Diva loves to do what her big brother is doing. She climbs everywhere, runs everywhere, imitates anything he does. Last night she saw the K-Mart commercial that they have been showing to advertise their $10 Easter dresses, and she told us "Me want one!"&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really planning on doing much on Easter Sunday, maybe go to church in the morning but I was just going to put her in something pretty she already had. And comfortable, since she would probably be wanting to climb the pews...  Now Daddy wants to get her a frilly dress so she can dress like a Princess on Easter.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness they are only $10, because I don't see the point in getting her a frilly dress FOR ONE DAY. She grows so fast, that dress won't fit her for anything else she may need a dress for.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man is simple, khakis, a button down and a sweater vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually cooking this year, which is a change. Usually for Holidays we go to both of our mother's houses. This year I bought a very small (tiny) ham, I am going to make some rice and potato salad, veggies for me and the kids...&lt;br /&gt;We have had some crappy weather lately and my mother-in-law's house in under water. My mother's house is still an option IF she decides to make a dinner this year.&lt;br /&gt;Are Holidays getting pretty "blah" for everyone or is it just me? I felt this way for Christmas as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-172580810639453008?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/172580810639453008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=172580810639453008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/172580810639453008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/172580810639453008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tomboy-my-princess.html' title='My Tomboy / My Princess'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4059788903193695295</id><published>2010-03-29T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:13:12.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting the cover off...</title><content type='html'>Little Man is all registered for kindergarten for September. Now, I am not happy about this in the sense that he is turning 6 in November and I believe he should be placed in first grade...but the school system here has a September 1st cut-off for birthdays for each school year.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;But I am ecstatic that he is starting school! My Big Little Man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day he wrote all his numbers on a piece of paper and gave himself an "A" for doing a good job. Who needs teacher's to grade these things?  (I am trying to upload the picture...aaaaannnnddd I can't.....SUPER!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4059788903193695295?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4059788903193695295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4059788903193695295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4059788903193695295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4059788903193695295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/dusting-cover-off.html' title='Dusting the cover off...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1145090020306847526</id><published>2009-10-01T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:43:30.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um...yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;There is a little bit of internal war going on in my head. What else is new?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I am determined to win…LOL!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Seriously – &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;(hanging my head in defeat)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1145090020306847526?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1145090020306847526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1145090020306847526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1145090020306847526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1145090020306847526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/umyeah.html' title='um...yeah...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2158523354700050424</id><published>2009-08-18T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:37:04.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...getting my feet wet....</title><content type='html'>No matter how many times I press the "remember me" button when I am signing in, blogger never remembers me and I have to type my whole e-mail address and password in again.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I are sick.&lt;br /&gt;I kept the kids home yesterday from the sitter because her grandaughter was throwing up, and I didnt want my babies to catch whatever virus she may have had. Somehow - someway Daddy and I ended up feeling a little funny by the time dinner time rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;By the time bedtime came - we were down for the count. Sneezing and sniffling, I took some Nyquil, which helped me get a *little* sleep, but I woke up feeling like a bobble head. And only one nostril works. (how's that for a come back? LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;So we are both home from work today, and the kids are destroying the living room because there is no energy to tell them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking for volunteers to come take these children away....&lt;br /&gt;No one is really jumping at the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2158523354700050424?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2158523354700050424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2158523354700050424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2158523354700050424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2158523354700050424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmmgetting-my-feet-wet.html' title='Hmmm...getting my feet wet....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5068584245656150355</id><published>2009-08-15T01:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:46:26.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must it be so difficult?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5068584245656150355?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5068584245656150355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5068584245656150355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5068584245656150355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5068584245656150355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-must-it-be-so-difficult.html' title='Why must it be so difficult?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3473487551325824119</id><published>2009-08-10T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:01:35.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OKay - maybe I can form some sentences now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The losing battle continues with trying to get our son into school this year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have not gone to school, but only because of the sitting situation. I cant ask the regular sitter for longer hours And we obviously can't afford more daycare than we have now. Daddy still has a very unreliable schedule, as he delivers to some islands as far as two hours away from us, and depending on traffic, well....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our little girl turned two in May. TWO. Where has the time gone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still work at the same shithole - but I like the job. It's the people I hate. With a passion. Grrrrrrrrr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all I can muster right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3473487551325824119?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3473487551325824119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3473487551325824119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3473487551325824119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3473487551325824119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-maybe-i-can-form-some-sentences.html' title='OKay - maybe I can form some sentences now...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4007563476865137358</id><published>2009-08-10T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:27:55.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, it'sbeen HOW LONG???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me distract any stragglers with photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SoDWna8j5CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FLJE60yBPkY/s1600-h/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526728562205730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SoDWna8j5CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FLJE60yBPkY/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SoDWnNwnrgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UiKX54TpACM/s1600-h/DSCN0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526725022461442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SoDWnNwnrgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UiKX54TpACM/s320/DSCN0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to write again. My mind feels like it's going to explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to understand why the picture of my Little Big Girl won't rotate...&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/18739705-4007563476865137358?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4007563476865137358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4007563476865137358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4007563476865137358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4007563476865137358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-crap-itsbeen-how-long.html' title='Holy crap, it&apos;sbeen HOW LONG???'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SoDWna8j5CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FLJE60yBPkY/s72-c/DSCN0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5756100900738309244</id><published>2009-04-01T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:09:10.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are the slightest crossroads that come up, and you dont even realize that you've veered just a little to the right and taken a way that you are familiar with but it's still change. Sometimes there is an obvious fork in the road and you stand there scratching your head before deciding which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy veered a little to the right and took an old job position. More time at home, less stress (for him and myself, yes I'm selfish.)&lt;br /&gt;I am standing in front of a fork. My head itches.&lt;br /&gt;I went online and signed up for information at three different schools in my area. I have decided that where I am is not where I want to be and I need to take my steps to get where I want to be. The last time this happened, Baby Girl was born so I had to stick  to my path and play slave mommy to another baby. Baby Girl is turning two.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy needs to find herself.&lt;br /&gt;The support of my dear husband is impeccable. The support of my mother, who will take the children if I have to go to school at night (and in the event that Daddy is not out of work) is divine.&lt;br /&gt;My legs just need to stop shaking so I can step firmly forward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5756100900738309244?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5756100900738309244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5756100900738309244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5756100900738309244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5756100900738309244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5232405139748496266</id><published>2009-03-09T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:06:52.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=2&gt;My computer is being fixed – AGAIN. I have been very lazy to write, I know…but believe it or not lately my desire to be home instead of…well… anywhere else… is getting stronger. So I'm figuring I can sit in front of my puter and do something besides play games before I go to bed. (Damn those facebook games! LOL!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=2&gt;I have been filling out applications for Charter Schools for Little Man. His birthday being in November puts him past the cut-off date in our state for going into school when he is supposed to, he will be forced to wait a year. I don't want that for him at all. And we can't afford &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;Catholic&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…never mind a regular Private School. I'm hoping at least one accepts him, and he will be right in there come this September. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=2&gt;I actually have to get some work done – so I shall be back. Sooner rather than later I hope…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5232405139748496266?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5232405139748496266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5232405139748496266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5232405139748496266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5232405139748496266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-computer-is-being-fixed-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4001795048339020597</id><published>2009-02-09T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:23:46.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Losers...</title><content type='html'>The guys are making plans to go paintballing...and I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;They go every year for a friend's birthday (I've spoken about him before, "S")...,his birthday is next Friday, and I''m super jealous because they get to get all decked out in the suits, wear the masks, shop for&lt;a href="http://www.pntball.com/"&gt; paintball accessories&lt;/a&gt;, while I sit at home and wait...wait...wait....&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of anger to let out! I would like to shoot some people! Hell, I can pretend I"m at work...&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Daddy came home with a swollen finger, he caught a paintball (well, he didn't exactly catch it) right on his pointer finger, and it was swollen so bad he couldn't bend it. He was no worse than another buddy, who ended up catching a paintball right on the side of his neck. He had a bruise on there that I swear must have numbed his neck, it was really close to his artery.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest guy of the bunch had many bruises on him, so Daddy doesn't let me go so I won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4001795048339020597?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4001795048339020597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4001795048339020597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4001795048339020597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4001795048339020597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/losers.html' title='The Losers...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4089738517525332948</id><published>2009-02-08T23:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:49:53.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it...?</title><content type='html'>why is it so hard for me to actually sit down and write something??? I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Job - still thinking. The health insurance is killing us...it would be better off if I weren't working and that's on my mind all the time. I should be happy to have such a job - where the threat of lay-off is far from anyone's mind...but the cost is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78afa663af4712c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78afa663af4712c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ADC962EC1AB6A5712804201EBE59DD3220FE2AA.531437CDCCFC478BE4C859763966A0618E937BBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78afa663af4712c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNC08R1yCEr3Lx8QeQ5pfmNmBatM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78afa663af4712c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ADC962EC1AB6A5712804201EBE59DD3220FE2AA.531437CDCCFC478BE4C859763966A0618E937BBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78afa663af4712c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNC08R1yCEr3Lx8QeQ5pfmNmBatM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my babies singing Twinkle Twinkle...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4089738517525332948?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78afa663af4712c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4089738517525332948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4089738517525332948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4089738517525332948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4089738517525332948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-it.html' title='why is it...?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4820886542108315899</id><published>2009-01-16T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:55:09.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friday - friday - friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I'm looking forward to hiding from the bitter cold in my home this weekend. Order in, watch movies with the kids in bed, and feel bad for Daddy working outside...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm also looking forward to spending some quality time in front of the computer catching up with my fellow bloggers...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm not looking forward to possibly quitting my job. More on that later.....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4820886542108315899?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4820886542108315899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4820886542108315899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4820886542108315899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4820886542108315899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-friday-friday.html' title='friday - friday - friday!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6817820984968698036</id><published>2009-01-04T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:33:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to see -</title><content type='html'>that Christmas time for people with children is about giving the most annoying present you can give.  So basically - how much do you hate the parents?&lt;br /&gt;Okay - sorry attempt for a post - I have to break up a fight over a stupid, very loud, very obnoxious fire truck that was given to my son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6817820984968698036?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6817820984968698036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6817820984968698036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6817820984968698036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6817820984968698036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-come-to-see.html' title='I&apos;ve come to see -'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3072852231277403952</id><published>2008-12-20T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:18:17.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SU1SLvzddJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mBnaYoaHs_o/s1600-h/picture+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SU1SLvzddJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mBnaYoaHs_o/s320/picture+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968299739804818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little girl is using the potty. She is a year and a half old and she comes to me daily and says "Mommy! KAKA!" and she means it, she has to go.&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard that girls are easier than boys to potty train, and that they usually do it sooner than boys, but this is crazy. She won't ask to go peepee, she still hasn't gotten that feeling down, but hey, poopie in the potty is a lot easier to clean than in a diaper. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I have to get her a potty chair or that toilet seat cover thing, because right now it's been me holding her on the seat so she won't fall in, it's a sight to see. My arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But this is awesome. Soon, no more diapers???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3072852231277403952?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3072852231277403952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3072852231277403952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3072852231277403952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3072852231277403952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-happenings.html' title='Strange Happenings'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SU1SLvzddJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mBnaYoaHs_o/s72-c/picture+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6724720326278016081</id><published>2008-12-16T06:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:57:36.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SUeWHTOo4AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F93R2Mei2ww/s1600-h/picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SUeWHTOo4AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F93R2Mei2ww/s320/picture+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280354140280119298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man was in line saying "I will not be afraid..." over and over under his breath. Last year we couldn't even go near Santa, this year he made himself very brave. Baby Girl cried after the flash went off, the photographer was going to try to get a picture with her smiling...I laughed. "Hey, we GOT a picture this year, that makes me happy enough." Santa was very nice, he patiently listened as Little Man stuttered his way through his list, his nerves were getting the best of him, but he told Santa about the bed he wanted. And he threw in a Minnie Mouse bed in his request for his little sister. It was a god time.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! We made a pit stop in Wal Mart afterward to get some diapers for the baby, and who is sitting right in front of the store welcoming everyone? Another Santa. Little Man looked up at me and asked me how he got there so fast. "Well, Baby, remember I told you about Santa's sleigh...it flies? Well, he can fly over the traffic that we have to stop in, so he can get anywhere fast." The Wal Mart Santa laughed, and Little Man got to take another (FREE! DAMMIT! I should have gone there for the picture!) picture with Santa. Baby Girl was asleep in the stroller, so she missed the second dose of St. Nick. This Santa thing gets a little hard to explain, how do parents do it for so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6724720326278016081?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6724720326278016081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6724720326278016081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6724720326278016081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6724720326278016081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SUeWHTOo4AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F93R2Mei2ww/s72-c/picture+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-128146888635309850</id><published>2008-12-06T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:36:54.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying again this year...</title><content type='html'>Last year we didn't make the Santa visit in time. The one day that I was brave enough to venture to the mall with them, the line was ridiculous and we nixed the visit. We are going to attempt going today, because Little Man has to show Santa which "&lt;a href="http://www.autoblog.com/media/2006/05/cars-movie.png"&gt;ka-Chow&lt;/a&gt;!" bed he wants because "Santa has to bring me the right one, Mommy." Hmmmm. I think that Baby Girl will not sit on his lap, she is very wary of strangers, and I already told Daddy I am NOT sitting on an old man's lap just to get my kids to sit there. I'm all set, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my &lt;a href="http://www.nuh.nhs.uk/qmc/women/images/mirena.gif"&gt;new best friend&lt;/a&gt; inserted Black Friday. Yeah, that was fun. It didn't hurt, some cramping but the fact that I was told to go home and lay down and suddenly Daddy (who hates shopping by the way) decided we should go to the mall...ON BLACK FRIDAY...to walk around. Oh Jesus, he almost died. We had to get Baby Girl her dressy winter coat to wear for Christmas...we could have waited. Not according to Daddy of course... But whatever. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone do Black Friday shopping? How did it go? I love hearing war stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with Santa (if htey get taken!) will be posted.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-128146888635309850?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/128146888635309850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=128146888635309850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/128146888635309850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/128146888635309850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/trying-again-this-year.html' title='Trying again this year...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4974253889479778018</id><published>2008-11-22T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:01:34.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going crazy here....</title><content type='html'>BUT! I at least have a moment to sit and write...as my children kill eachother in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;I had my annual gyno appointment 6 months too late, and after all the insurance bullshit I had to deal with just to get this appointment and shifting around my work schedule and trying to prepare myself mentally for another 2 years of cervical scraping  because of 'possible cancerous cells' I got good news and some 'eh' news.&lt;br /&gt;The good (GREAT!?!?) news is that there are no more 'suspiciously possible cancerous cells' (for now) and I don't have to endure that wonderful pain every six months with the scarping...&lt;br /&gt;The 'eh' news is that my uterus has become flaccid. I now have a tilted uterus, and when I googled the images it made me laugh, because it looks funny. Doc told me that if we want to have more kids (HA! you think I'm trying THAT again? Yeah, guy, I'm all set with all the disappointments I've had AND my two are more than a handful!) we would probably have to have some corrective surgery because more than likely it will all end up in more disappointments anyway. Maybe my uterus was tilted before we tried having Little Man? Maybe after Little Man? Maybe my miscarraiges were DUE to the tilt and no one bothered to tell me? I will never know. NOW is when it is documented and they are chalking it up to my pregnancy with Baby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;My semi-permanent five year plan is going under way as soon as Aunt Flo pays us a visit, &lt;a href="http://www.mirena-us.com/index.jsp"&gt;Mirena&lt;/a&gt; will be my new bestie. Any thoughts/opinions/experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new(ish) camera that I got from my sister, but it has no usb and no charger (thanks sis?!) so I have to get a new one of each before I can go back to picture taking. It has a lithium ion battery so it has to be charged, instead of just being able to pop new batteries in like my old camera. But it takes pretty decent pictures... so I'm not going to complain. I have to get the kid's Christmas Card pictures taken...and I have to remember to print more out this year, last year I printed only 15 and I thought that would be enough (HA!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4974253889479778018?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4974253889479778018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4974253889479778018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4974253889479778018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4974253889479778018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-going-crazy-here.html' title='Still going crazy here....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8398382717760077969</id><published>2008-11-12T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:28:56.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm. why didn't I think of that?</title><content type='html'>Me: Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man : What happened Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My belly hurts, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man: well, put a band-aid on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8398382717760077969?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8398382717760077969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8398382717760077969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8398382717760077969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8398382717760077969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/ummm-why-didnt-i-think-of-that.html' title='ummm. why didn&apos;t I think of that?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-837153415669777589</id><published>2008-11-10T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:46:08.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>single...</title><content type='html'>single parenting sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I've been exhausted and  aggravated and having a whirlwind of emotions flying through me at the speed of light. I give so much credit to the women that do this on their own, and with multiple kids, because it has been hard as hell for me, and that's only with Daddy working long hours, it isn't like he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man turned four on Friday, we waited until Daddy got out of work to cut his cake. So we were eating cake at 10 p.m. Yep - horrible mother I am, giving my kids cake at that time. I am playing hookey on Thursday so we can go to Chuck-E-Rat's and give him a proper little birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed all the time between the hours of 8 and 5, take a guess why because I can't talk about it. Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, because Little Man is coughing too much and I think it's the asthma bothering him, so I'm going to have to plug the machine in and hope the baby doesn't wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-837153415669777589?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/837153415669777589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=837153415669777589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/837153415669777589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/837153415669777589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/single.html' title='single...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2131164906538235320</id><published>2008-11-07T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:17:26.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR.</title><content type='html'>My baby boy turned four today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell him to stop growing, please, he is getting too big...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2131164906538235320?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2131164906538235320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2131164906538235320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2131164906538235320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2131164906538235320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/four.html' title='FOUR.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-9135063336930700052</id><published>2008-11-04T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:41:21.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>We have made history tonight. I can't even describe the feeling of elation...&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-9135063336930700052?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9135063336930700052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=9135063336930700052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9135063336930700052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9135063336930700052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8288721514954815683</id><published>2008-11-01T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:24:59.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Batman and Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SQ3UTaoeWDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zri9hUM6Rg/s1600-h/picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SQ3UTaoeWDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zri9hUM6Rg/s320/picture+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264096969497663538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was after trick-or-treating, after everyone was exhausted and cranky, (mainly me) and after  Ms. Thang lost her pirate hat on the first block we hit. Demon child is the ninja and his cousin is the little angel. Little Man would tell the people he was allergic to peanuts - you should have seen the wide eyes looking back at me. "Yes, he is..." All those candies are going back to my office so they can be devoured by my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;How was Halloween for all of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8288721514954815683?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8288721514954815683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8288721514954815683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8288721514954815683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8288721514954815683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-batman-and-pirate.html' title='My Batman and Pirate'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SQ3UTaoeWDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zri9hUM6Rg/s72-c/picture+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6857772559551821703</id><published>2008-10-21T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:06:26.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*croak*</title><content type='html'>So there's a frog in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Yep - there is this cold that has been going back and forth between my house and the babysitter's house. My daughter is mostly the carrier. She gave me a cold two weeks ago that laid me out ( i mean OUT - I couldn't get outta bed or anything.) And we both got better, then she got Pink eye and gave it to me and now we have this cough that hurts like hell. She has a double ear infection to go with her cough, and I have the froggie.&lt;br /&gt;I have no voice, it was a doozy at work today trying to get any point across...&lt;br /&gt;And so the sick season begins.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6857772559551821703?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6857772559551821703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6857772559551821703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6857772559551821703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6857772559551821703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/croak.html' title='*croak*'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2959328545332017091</id><published>2008-10-18T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:51:43.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops, i dropped some pictures...</title><content type='html'>and the camera went off while the pictures were lying around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPoSDJ0J5xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fXTNMij-zmw/s1600-h/jaden+and+jenaya+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPoSDJ0J5xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fXTNMij-zmw/s320/jaden+and+jenaya+-+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258535360292054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPoSByHKDFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vrc7DGF_JvA/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPoSByHKDFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vrc7DGF_JvA/s320/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258535336749435986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even imagine the adventure it was to even get the girl to smile while her brother was in her pictures. In the big picture - she was upset that he was touching 'her' chair and she kept standing up to pull the chair away from him. We had to sit her down and sneak him in the picture and snap it quickly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2959328545332017091?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2959328545332017091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2959328545332017091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2959328545332017091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2959328545332017091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops-i-dropped-some-pictures.html' title='oops, i dropped some pictures...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPoSDJ0J5xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fXTNMij-zmw/s72-c/jaden+and+jenaya+-+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-7200412670895822736</id><published>2008-10-17T23:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:56:17.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPleSirT6gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qL7yms1Ii_s/s1600-h/happy-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPleSirT6gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qL7yms1Ii_s/s320/happy-dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258337712570886658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my computer back. woo-hoo! Tomorrow : I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-7200412670895822736?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7200412670895822736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=7200412670895822736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7200412670895822736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7200412670895822736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what??'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SPleSirT6gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qL7yms1Ii_s/s72-c/happy-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1157188124751511255</id><published>2008-09-25T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:57:24.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;When I disappear, I disappear, huh?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;LOL!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;OKay - so here's the scoop - the&amp;nbsp;beautiful computer Daddy got me has a nasty stinkin virus and I can't even turn it on because I'm afraid of losing all the pics and things on there. I think I have them all backed up on cd's, but I want to do it again before we get it fixed, JUST IN CASE.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Been extremely busy at work, the piles keep coming and i"m not complaining because it makes the day go faster.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I have still been waking up everyday at&amp;nbsp;4:30 -&amp;nbsp;5 to get us all ready and out the door by 6 so Daddy can get to work by 6:30. Kids go to the sitter for 7.&amp;nbsp;And i am tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Daddy's cousin is supposed to come and fix my baby for us, but he's taking forever to come to the house...but he's real quick to get to the house when he needs a place to crash, funny the way people are, huh? &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/18739705-1157188124751511255?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1157188124751511255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1157188124751511255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1157188124751511255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1157188124751511255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='wow.....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3972749718607569679</id><published>2008-09-12T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:42:23.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Duh, Mommy..."</title><content type='html'>Picking the kids up at the sitters today, I notice Little Man had his sneakers o with no socks. I remember sending him with a fresh pair of socks this morning.&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, where are your socks?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have them Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, where are they?"&lt;br /&gt;"I had to take them off because they were really dirty."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...." I'm looking at the sitter, she is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"We were playing over there in the dirt, and I was wearing my socks and htey got dirty so I took them off."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why didn't you put your sneakers on, or just take your socks off and play in your feet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because then my feet and my sneakers would get DIRTY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3972749718607569679?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3972749718607569679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3972749718607569679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3972749718607569679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3972749718607569679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/duh-mommy.html' title='&quot;Duh, Mommy...&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-7137333917469215615</id><published>2008-09-11T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:45:02.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We will never forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/3e/3eb7997eebe0ad0d1673796f56a7f6a3.jpg" alt="MyHotComments.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/47882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-7137333917469215615?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7137333917469215615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=7137333917469215615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7137333917469215615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7137333917469215615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We will never forget...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-7931983239834328000</id><published>2008-09-07T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:19:43.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerskating Number 2</title><content type='html'>A friend and I went rollerskating with the kids yesterday. It was all rainy out with Ms. Hanna trying to pass through but she hadn't reached us yet. So it was my two and her five year old god daughter. Boy - did they have a blast. No pictures today, unfortunately, but can you imagine a skating rink full of kids no older than 12 and almost every single one of them hanging on to the wall for dear life? My friend and I were actually on the floor with Little Man and the Little Ms. (while I was holding Baby Girl, she thought it was hilarious) holding their hands while they attempted to skate. Little Man did much better than the last time, spent less time on the floor, and it was only his second time. I love that. We played a few rounds of air hockey - we ended up kicking Little Man and Little Ms. off so we could get a round in. We were like children ourselves, air hockey brings out the best in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice relaxing day, and no more than an hour after we got home the kids fell asleep. Hanna zoomed through a little after Daddy got home from work, and all the channels had tornado warnings along with the tropical storm warnings, but it was harmless. The lights went out for a minute (literally).  Today is a nice sunny day, and I"m actually going to walk to the corner market with the kids to see what we can make for dinner tonight. I felt a little "blah" when I looked at what we had. Maybe something to throw into my crockpot - I got that thing for Christmas and I still have yet to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-7931983239834328000?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7931983239834328000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=7931983239834328000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7931983239834328000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/7931983239834328000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/rollerskating-number-2.html' title='Rollerskating Number 2'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5046793282584731616</id><published>2008-09-06T09:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:35:29.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, yes, I am alive....</title><content type='html'>I have always had a certain respect for single mothers. My mother was one and I alays watched the struggle and the emotional aspect, and the bullshit she had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy's job I feel like a single mother A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to complain, because I'm ever so eternally grateful that he HAS a job, but I'm worn out with these kids. I can NOT sit down in front of the computer because they will start "Mommy, I need..." (Little Man) and the arms up to be carried (Baby Girl) or they start to fight over a toy...normal kid stuff. But my fellow referee is not here to help. The cooking is impossible. The cleaning, yeah right! good joke! My daughter is at the stage where she wants everything he has, and there is constant screaming (mostly from the two of them, but some of mine thrown in for good measure) going on. I'm looking at my kitchen floor right now : clothes. shoes. toy cars.  a hanger (WTF?) and a chair has been pulled in front of the fridge. I should get to all this... I really should...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm dealing.&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I write this, they are fighting over a ninja turtle 'action figure' because Baby Girl only wants to play with Little Man's toys and he's not having it, but yet he wants to play with hers.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful life...LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5046793282584731616?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5046793282584731616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5046793282584731616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5046793282584731616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5046793282584731616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Why, yes, I am alive....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2697356437313682206</id><published>2008-08-31T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:09:16.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrB2kES0XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6ezUWRtwPaU/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrB2kES0XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6ezUWRtwPaU/s320/Picture+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240714259537777010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking at this picture that I took at the beach last week...does't it look like she kicked him in the nads and was running away? I tihnk I may have caught one of her devilish moments on film! I may just have to make this my new default picture here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2697356437313682206?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2697356437313682206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2697356437313682206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2697356437313682206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2697356437313682206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-through.html' title='looking through...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrB2kES0XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6ezUWRtwPaU/s72-c/Picture+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3531991422553264568</id><published>2008-08-31T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:14:14.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I still wish I could talk about work...it kills me not to be able to tell about all the damned drama that goes on in that place...ugh! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was recently told (Friday afternoon!) that peaches and nectarines fall under the tree nut family, but I have not found any supporting evidence of that. Does anyone know where else I would find that info besides google? Because Little Man with his allergy wouldn't be able to eat them, but he eats them with no problem. Food allergies suck. I have to call the allergist on Tuesday morning to ask...they were not on the list I was provided by the allergist, so I'm thinking I may have been relayed false info...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The outlook for us moving away from here is getting better and better. I've already started the 'cleaning out' process, and I'm looking forward to the day when I can just drive away from here and tell my SIL to suck it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son has a million remote control cars, none of the remote controls have batteries in them because they all got too annoying. (Is that mean of me?) So what he does now is he stands behind the cars, presses the buttons on the remote controls, and kicks the car so it goes. Not nearly as annoying. It works for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3531991422553264568?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3531991422553264568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3531991422553264568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3531991422553264568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3531991422553264568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1372635409086474555</id><published>2008-08-24T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:03:51.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About those broken bones and viruses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLFxxTZmdAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ROdMqyNr638/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLFxxTZmdAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ROdMqyNr638/s320/Picture+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238092933443777538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you see my mother's arm in a sling? Yeah, she had a nice hairline fracture on her rotator cuff (shoulder). She was walking to catch a bus and slipped on some wet grass that was growing out of the sidewalk, and she went to break her fall and broke her arm instead.&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is that this happened at nine in the morning - but I didn't hear about it till 7 at night, because that's when I got out of the hospital with Baby Girl. So my mother is sporting a nice sling until her surgery...&lt;br /&gt;As for Baby - the sitter called me at 2 in the afternoon to tell me that the baby was inconsolable, she was crying and wouldn't be put down...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was horrible, she was feverish and I was like a koala bear having her hanging on me every single second, she never does that. Friday morning her feet were swollen. Yep - off to the hospital. What scared me was that the doc kept saying "Very interesting...that's interesting" and you know when a doc says "interesting" it isn't very good...I had never seen feet swell with a virus and I was beginning to think he hadn't either.&lt;br /&gt;So it turned out she had a form of hand, foot, and mouth disease...and of course we were told to 'wait it out'.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Everything hits at once right?&lt;br /&gt;As for the job front for Daddy, he is still loving it. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1372635409086474555?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1372635409086474555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1372635409086474555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1372635409086474555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1372635409086474555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-those-broken-bones-and-viruses.html' title='About those broken bones and viruses...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLFxxTZmdAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ROdMqyNr638/s72-c/Picture+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8638921451241268749</id><published>2008-08-21T12:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:17:03.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SK2U2QnqcXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gweJVuodcwc/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005601596928370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SK2U2QnqcXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gweJVuodcwc/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My babies. So big, and SO BAD!!!!! This was a rare moment where they were both not climbing/jumping/screaming/running, etc....but look in their eyes...you see the mischief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SK2U2_CTaQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LOcc6E_8szI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005614056696066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SK2U2_CTaQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LOcc6E_8szI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little girl, laying on her Daddy's leg. We were at the Garage and she was worn out from all the crazy running, jumping, screaming done at the park about an hour earlier. No, she did not fall asleep like her brother did, becaus ethen she would miss out on all the fun (*snort*) at the garage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture118-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/Picture118-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Daddy at the park. (Notice the tennis ball in his hand...he was attempting to play 'catch' with one of those little lap dogs...it was a sight to see...wish I had gotten pictures of that.) (ALSO! Notice the huge bags under my eyes, this was taken about two weeks ago...still in the midst of everything...the bags still havent disappeared.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8638921451241268749?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8638921451241268749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8638921451241268749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8638921451241268749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8638921451241268749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SK2U2QnqcXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gweJVuodcwc/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1103053954960970193</id><published>2008-08-21T12:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:54:14.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzheimer's Memory Walk</title><content type='html'>Anybody interested in doing something for a good cause?&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at when your community will be holding it's annual &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=17488&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fclk.atdmt.com%2FTGA%2Fgo%2F108708473%2Fdirect%2F01%2F" rel="nofollow"&gt;Alzheimer's Memory Walk&lt;/a&gt;, they are usually held on a weekend morning in the fall, so it would be nice out and easy to attend. The Memory Walk is usually 2-3 miles, so you can get a little exercise in the process of raising money for a great cause. Become a Team Captain, they are really in demand right now, and they are in charge of recruiting people for the Walk and collecting money for the Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://view.atdmt.com/TGA/iview/108708464/direct/01?click=" frameborder="0" width="300" scrolling="no" height="150" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;document.write('&lt;a href="http://clk.atdmt.com/TGA/go/108708464/direct/01/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view.atdmt.com/TGA/view/108708464/direct/01/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://clk.atdmt.com/TGA/go/108708464/direct/01/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://view.atdmt.com/TGA/view/108708464/direct/01/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alzheimer's is a serious condition that affects too many people. Walking for this cause will help raise money for a cure, something we really need. Anybody affected by this disease knows how much a cure is needed. Even if you don't become a Team Captain, walk for the cause. Understand that there are thousands upon thousands of people waiting for something to be done about this disease, and are watching family members suffer because of it. Wouldn't you want a cure if you or someone you loved were affected by this debilatating disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=17488&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fclk.atdmt.com%2FTGA%2Fgo%2F108708473%2Fdirect%2F01%2F" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sponsored by Alzheimer's Walk" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=17488&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fuploads%2Fsocialspark%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2F12871%2Forange_disclosure_badge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1103053954960970193?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1103053954960970193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1103053954960970193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1103053954960970193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1103053954960970193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/alzheimers-memory-walk.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s Memory Walk'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3903201115193762753</id><published>2008-08-19T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:03:32.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and.....EXHALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: bookman old style, new york, times, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am taking a moment to *exhale*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy got a job. 7 weeks of layoff with no unemployment (bastards never kicked the money in...still waiting on that mind you!) and stress and depression...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*EXHALE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is driving delivery trucks for a big-name furniture company (the one owned by the three brothers, I'm not sure if it's exclusive to the east coast, or New England...if you're from around here then you know the commercials.) Good company to get into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He gets up at 4 AM and doesn't come home till 9 at night. Maybe that was just this week, because Mass had their tax-free sales going on and they were BUSY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But he loves it. He is happy and in turn I am happy for him. For us. The night after they called to tell him was the first night in two months that I had slept through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*EXHALE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night he said to me "We're going to be okay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have tons of stories - viruses and broken bones and more stupid SIL stories...I"m hoping to come back with it all soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/18739705-3903201115193762753?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3903201115193762753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3903201115193762753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3903201115193762753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3903201115193762753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/andexhale.html' title='and.....EXHALE'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4002471652661741801</id><published>2008-08-02T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:24:36.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SKATES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXFSAhLzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IIy8nbekMFQ/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXFSAhLzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IIy8nbekMFQ/s320/Picture+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230111921761496882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXFglo5kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4oNYlmsQghI/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXFglo5kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4oNYlmsQghI/s320/Picture+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230111925675288130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXF4wAtII/AAAAAAAAAHs/gM0u37dTSDk/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXF4wAtII/AAAAAAAAAHs/gM0u37dTSDk/s320/Picture+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230111932161242242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXF1tPttI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYpeyMUcmGI/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXF1tPttI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYpeyMUcmGI/s320/Picture+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230111931344336594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a birthday party at a skating rink today. I wasn't going to go, I figured my Little Man being only three it would be a disaster. I mean, the kid can't walk in a straight line with out falling over his own two feet....so why would i put him on skates? Well, I took him. And he skated. He didn't want to take the skates off, I literally had to drag him out of the place when the party was over. I think it was awesome. I was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;When I first put the skates on he was all over the place. But he ended up getting the hang of it, and he was making laps by himself. There will be more skating trips planned. I was a super-big-smiling-proud-momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse the poor quality photos, they were taken with the phone. It sucks ass.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4002471652661741801?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4002471652661741801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4002471652661741801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4002471652661741801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4002471652661741801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/skates.html' title='SKATES!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SJUXFSAhLzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IIy8nbekMFQ/s72-c/Picture+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6680100173957624622</id><published>2008-07-30T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:21:04.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment: Week Five.</title><content type='html'>The saga continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6680100173957624622?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6680100173957624622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6680100173957624622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6680100173957624622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6680100173957624622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/unemployment-week-five.html' title='Unemployment: Week Five.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3212321894967736213</id><published>2008-07-24T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:36:24.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what the world is coming to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abc6.com/news/25801114.html"&gt;Craziness&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, so sad. One of my co-workers told me about this one and she was on the verge of tears. She has had a similar situation happen, but obviously with a different outcome. How very sad that she couldn't find another way... her poor husband and son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc6.com/news/25869264.html"&gt;More craziness&lt;/a&gt;. This hit especially close to home, literally. This bank robbery (yes, robbery, not ATTEMPTED robbery as they were originally saying) was down the road from the college where my mother works. The suspects both ran into the backyard of a nearby house, where they were cornered by the police. Here is where the news gets fuzzy - because they are so concerned with this 'image'...&lt;br /&gt;One suspect shot at the cops, hit one so they shot him. Understandable. The other suspect somehow jumped the fence in the midst of the shootings and ran into the college. And hid. My mother called me, whispering, "I'm okay." I was confused "what are you talking about mom?" I was at work, don't exactly have a tv playing in front of me. She hurriedly told me and then said she had to get off the phone. She told me there was money scattered everywhere and she could hear shots going off. I was shaking at this point. "I'm okay, we are locked in my office, he couldn't get in if he tried." How true, the reinforced doors that were put in years ago, no window, not an easy thing to overcome. Eventually they got him. He was hiding for hours. The college and every single street leading to and from it was locked down. But notice how the news will not mention the college. Bad publicity. Thankfully, no one at the college got hurt in any way, and I know that's the only way they would have mentioned the college...but he's caught. Thank God. This hit way too close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is our world now. People are so desperate for money and everyone's lives are going to shit because of our wonderful economy. But there isn't a recession right? No depression either?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3212321894967736213?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3212321894967736213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3212321894967736213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3212321894967736213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3212321894967736213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-what-world-is-coming-to.html' title='This is what the world is coming to...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6668756245725683474</id><published>2008-07-21T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:02:08.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25...again</title><content type='html'>For years I have cried at the fact that my father spells my name wrong. Yes, he really does. Like&lt;a href="http://myveryprivateworld.blogspot.com/"&gt; Noelia&lt;/a&gt; - I use my second name. When my father sends me mail he uses my birth name, which he. spells. wrong. Every time. Without fail. It's just one letter, but it's still WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's worse - is my mother forgets my birthday. After they had gotten divorced my mother dated a guy whose birthday was the day before mine. For some reason, after they had broken up she always wished me a happy birthday the day before my birthday. I know it's probably unintentional but she is my MOTHER. She birthed me! How can she forget my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Last night my mother called me and invited us all to a nice dinner at her house to take place tonight. She didn't say it was my birthday dinner...just dinner. I came home for lunch to spend some cuddling time with Daddy and the kids and my mother calls me, laughing hysterically. "The dinner is not tonight!" She says. "Okay..." "I did it again! I planned the dinner for your birthday so it's going to be tomorrow! Not tonight! SORRY!" She was still laughing. I didn't find it funny. I told Daddy the dinner has moved to tomorrow, because it is, in fact my birthday dinner. He laughed too. I don't see the humor in my own flesh and blood fucking up like this!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;Only a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I turn 25 again. Last year I swore I was never turning older than 25, and I'm keeping that promise. I'm really turning 26 but don't tell anyone, m'kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6668756245725683474?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6668756245725683474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6668756245725683474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6668756245725683474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6668756245725683474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/25again.html' title='25...again'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4960871322260997186</id><published>2008-07-20T11:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:10:35.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SINUT3e16II/AAAAAAAAAHU/UYX9D0P2i3o/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SINUT3e16II/AAAAAAAAAHU/UYX9D0P2i3o/s320/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225112692967467138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken an afternoon that a friend of mine asked for the kids to come over. An afternoon without kids? HELL YES! I went and had my sister wax my eyebrows and chit-chatted while the kids went and destroyed her backyard. At the time this picture was taken, Baby Girl had already taken her hair out of the ponytails the babysitter had put it in(she did some Medusa-type hairstyle that actually looked a little ridiculous I can see why she wanted them out), and Little Man had peeled off his band-aids to show off the adhesive that wonderfully sticks to ones skin.&lt;br /&gt;They are gorgeous. They are huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4960871322260997186?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4960871322260997186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4960871322260997186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4960871322260997186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4960871322260997186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SINUT3e16II/AAAAAAAAAHU/UYX9D0P2i3o/s72-c/Picture+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8530383776585856979</id><published>2008-07-17T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:46:05.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>I have taken some steps that will better our future. I will not speak of them yet, as I do not want to jinx anything. I am a firm believer in jinxing things, I speak of that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my deep breath : *sigh* and here's to my jump into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother asked me why we live here if my SIL hates me so much and I broke into tears (the come so easily these days) and all I  could manage was "We can't afford anywhere else to live..."&lt;br /&gt;We're still waiting on the call...&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8530383776585856979?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8530383776585856979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8530383776585856979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8530383776585856979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8530383776585856979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1540124341359116734</id><published>2008-07-16T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:25:16.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to feel a *little* better</title><content type='html'>but not enough. We still haven't heard anything about the job, we're in the middle of week three of him not working. He's been staying with Little Man, it's an adventure all around.&lt;br /&gt;I did have this post all ready about how Little Man finally left my bed and ventured out on his own to the futon in the living room: no joke! for two straight days he ASKED to sleep in the futon by him self "like a big boy" and he slept through the night both nights! HOLY HELL! But of course, since I told my mother about it I jinxed myself and last night he only made it through half the night. It would have been his third night, but... 2 a.m that boy was walking back to my room. It was nice while it lasted, really. My bed is actually quite spacey when it's only me and Daddy in it! Tonight there wasn't even an effort, he just came straight to the bed to sleep. *sigh*. until the next time he wants to feel like a big boy I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1540124341359116734?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1540124341359116734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1540124341359116734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1540124341359116734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1540124341359116734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-starting-to-feel-little-better.html' title='I&apos;m starting to feel a *little* better'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2731405125991351508</id><published>2008-07-16T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:15:33.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills IQ</title><content type='html'>I took the bills IQ test to see how financially fit we are.&lt;br /&gt;I got a 74%, which is a C, average. I am well aware of my debt but there is nothing really being done about it. Well, right now really isn't the time to even get into that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that payment history is the greatest factor in the calculation of your credit score. That's a big one for me. A few cards I had before I had Little Man are in default, and I know that I want to fix them, but I am going to have to seek professional help in doing so, maybe some &lt;a href="http://www.bills.com/consolidate-bills/"&gt;debt consolidation&lt;/a&gt;. I know the importance of checking up on my credit score, but let me tell you I doubt that anyone would want to steal my identity at this point. (haha) I have spoken to Daddy already about paying off my cards, i just need us to be financially stable (read: him with a job!) so that I can put money away for this. I need to put money away for Little Mans schooling coming up, too now that I think of it... I think the only thing I have that's in the 'good range' of the quiz is the 401K and life insurance I signed up for at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When comparing my test results to others, mine is well below the average score, and that's good to know. Someday I will be up again...&lt;br /&gt;(How's that for optimism? Am I improving?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/64lqz7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4g5hwo" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2731405125991351508?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2731405125991351508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2731405125991351508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2731405125991351508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2731405125991351508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/bills-iq.html' title='Bills IQ'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3823884276466088079</id><published>2008-07-13T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:07:02.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your name?</title><content type='html'>Just because things are really shitty around here doesn't mean the kids stop being cute. Little Man is really into 'writing' right now. There is almost always a pen and paper in his hand, and he 'writes' things down. They are usually a scribble...&lt;br /&gt;Well today he comes to me in the room and says "Mommy, I'm writing your name."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay baby, and what is my name?" He has called me by my name before so I was expecting him to say it...instead he says "Mrs. Doriguez."&lt;br /&gt;I look at Daddy, who is already smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Baby what's your name?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Little Man Doriguez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too funny that he is even saying (or closely saying) our last name...&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I'll be sad the day he says it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Still waiting for the 'you're hired!' phonecall for Daddy. Please keep praying or thinking, or doing your rain dances. They have helped before...thank you for thinking of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3823884276466088079?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3823884276466088079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3823884276466088079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3823884276466088079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3823884276466088079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-name_13.html' title='What is your name?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-4889044131177617405</id><published>2008-07-13T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:05:07.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stem Cell Research reaching different levels</title><content type='html'>We've all heard of Stem Cell research with banking your child's umbilical cord blood to be stored away until it's needed to fight diseases and such things...well now there are scientists saying that stem cells found in a woman's menstrual cycle are becoming key in the treatment of many life threatening diseases such as Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, heart disease, and even strokes. These stem cells that are safely and easily harvested from a woman's menstrual cycle are taken to be processed and stored at very low temperatures for their future use in in cellular therapy.  It is also being said that these cells may also be used for sports medicine or anti-aging therapy...who doesn't love that idea?&lt;br /&gt;Stop in and check out some &lt;a href="http://www.celle.com/mediaKit_testimonials.aspx"&gt;C'elle client testimonials&lt;/a&gt; and see what all the buzz is about.&lt;br /&gt;You never now, this 'curse' we all complain about may one day end up saving your life, or a loved ones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6b6uzr" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6pbpla" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6g9whz" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/64tojx" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-4889044131177617405?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4889044131177617405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=4889044131177617405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4889044131177617405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/4889044131177617405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/stem-cell-research-reaching-different.html' title='Stem Cell Research reaching different levels'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-428800183761749535</id><published>2008-07-13T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:52:26.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one car is parked until further notice.</title><content type='html'>one car is parked. no more eating out. (crap, i have to cook! lol)&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is i still make too much alone for us to get public assistance...&lt;br /&gt;WTF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-428800183761749535?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/428800183761749535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=428800183761749535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/428800183761749535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/428800183761749535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-name.html' title='one car is parked until further notice.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6539008394779798763</id><published>2008-07-13T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:38:16.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Police need to stay safe...</title><content type='html'>I watch TRUTV all the time. It's a sickness. World's Wildest Police Videos, Cops, World's Stupidest Criminals...you name it I'm there...when I can actually sit and watch tv anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Policemen put their lives on the line everyday to protect people, they always need to be geared up to a T...&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing they are supplied with &lt;a href="http://www.lapolicegear.com/"&gt;tactical gear&lt;/a&gt; to keep them alive during these scary situations. Everything form flashlights that connect to guns to under-armour clothing...they need everything they can get to keep them safe so they can continue to keep us safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6mtb59" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6539008394779798763?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6539008394779798763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6539008394779798763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6539008394779798763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6539008394779798763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/police-need-to-stay-safe.html' title='Police need to stay safe...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-397696897399059662</id><published>2008-07-12T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:16:04.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here...</title><content type='html'>I"m alive. That's saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We're going into the third week of Daddy not working.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start packing our stuff since we won't be able to live here much longer.&lt;br /&gt;He had an interview last Wednesday but we haven't heard anything, and they don't know that we are on an emergency-need-to-know-now type situation.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-397696897399059662?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/397696897399059662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=397696897399059662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/397696897399059662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/397696897399059662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5618055321206864500</id><published>2008-07-04T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:54:05.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all of you:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/ca/ca893c6704b606bae4f92bab86b05145.gif" alt="MyHotComments.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/43221"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5618055321206864500?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5618055321206864500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5618055321206864500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5618055321206864500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5618055321206864500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-all-of-you.html' title='For all of you:'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6114652961233552578</id><published>2008-07-01T22:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:29:57.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just make things a *little* better around here...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow there is a company meeting for Daddy's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It determines who falls under the 80% of the employees that are going to get laid off as of tomorrow's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to place bets that Daddy falls into the 80%? I'll put money on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edited to add : I wasn't going to write anymore, but I can't seem to walk away right now***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a considerable amount of weight lately. Not due to exercising or dieting as normal people would, I have just been so stressed out...&lt;br /&gt;It's enough that people have been making comments about it. Daily. I get a lot of "You look good, though." So, is that a way to make me feel better about it? Most of my work clothes are extremely loose fitting right now so I can't even wear most of them.  I have been eating. I figure I would throw that in there in case anyone felt deemed to ask...&lt;br /&gt;My mother bought the kids some clothes for the summer, sandals, beach towels, sunglasses. I am really grateful but it makes me feel so shitty at the same time that WE can't buy this stuff for them. This keeps me up at night. This has me distracted at work. You can mold the skin under my eyes into shapes and take pictures and display it as art...that's how saggy and baggy my eyes are. My hair is falling out. This is the ugly truth. This is the ugly me. Daddy is trying so hard to be optimistic about it all and I smile in front of him so he won't see...he hugs me. He lingers in a hug...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he knows how much I cry. No one does, I have only let it out here, really.&lt;br /&gt;Something that killed me the other day: I don't even know what set it off but I ended up breaking down in the kitchen, the kids were in the living room happily playing. Or so I thought. They both ended up in my lap, and my babies were trying to wipe my tears away. They should never see me cry like that, and they did. Someday they will understand that I just want to make a good life for them. Things weren't supposed to be like this. Daddy and I were supposed to do so much better for them.&lt;br /&gt;And the government still says we aren't in a recession.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks another shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment for him won't cover what we pay. Jobs around here...ha. Good joke. There basically are no jobs around here.&lt;br /&gt;Even the paid posts are few and far between, there are so many people working with the companies now that the jobs get snatched up before I can get to any.&lt;br /&gt;I should go to bed. I should try to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tuesday wrote &lt;a href="http://agirlandherlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-version-of-in.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Very true. I'm very Mom-In.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6114652961233552578?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6114652961233552578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6114652961233552578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6114652961233552578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6114652961233552578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-just-make-things-little-better.html' title='Let&apos;s just make things a *little* better around here...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1881518396531650038</id><published>2008-06-28T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:33:34.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the good with the bad...</title><content type='html'>that's how I see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend I"m happy again shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very Betty Crocker-ish today but when I looked in the fridge all I had was one egg. So my baking will consist of corn muffins, because that's all I have that requires one egg. Why anyone didn't tell me (daddy...) that there was only one egg left is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car has decided to be really warm, and not in a good way. Over-heating. So far we have changed the thermostat, the radiator &amp;amp; fan and it's still over heating....all that's left is the head gasket. Piece of shit. I'm so angry with my car right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1881518396531650038?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1881518396531650038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1881518396531650038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1881518396531650038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1881518396531650038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-good-with-bad.html' title='Take the good with the bad...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8637565685652818634</id><published>2008-06-23T23:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:53:25.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme#2 as promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pantsfreesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Bikini &lt;/a&gt;tagged me for this. So blame her for my failure. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;In her words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The meme originated over an idea that was prompted by the book written by Larry Smith &amp;amp; Rachel Fershleiser, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Quite-What-Was-Planning/dp/0061374059/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1213751828&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous &amp;amp; Obscure&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a compilation based on the story that Hemingway once bet ten dollars that he could sum up his life in six words. His words were, “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write your own six word memoir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post it to your blog including a visual illustration if you would like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to &lt;a href="http://herebaby.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-word-memior.html"&gt;this original post&lt;/a&gt; if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogsphere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag 5 more blogs with links&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget to leave a comment in the tagged blogs with an invitation to play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come up with six words. My five words came to me and have settled in my head. They will actually end up being the cause of my next bout with depression, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF THIS IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my life, at our life and that is always what I think... the constant struggle, the penny pinching, the craptastic piece of shit that it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we will ever be more than this and it kills me inside. We will never move into another house because this. is. it. This is what we can afford. Barely. I will always have to deal with the bullshit from upstairs. I will always cry because I can't put laundry away because we have two closets and one is full of shit that is still packed from when we fucking moved here. I will always be wondering what could be but won't be.&lt;br /&gt;Half of my fucking paycheck goes to childcare and that's a personal babysitter, it isn't even daycare where I will be paying what I pay now - EXCEPT FOR ONE KID ONLY. Why am I working again? Daddy will never get a better job. He will always be here working 28 fucking hours instead of a full schedule. Thinking positive has gotten me no fucking where. It's gotten me a head full of bullshit. Unreachable dreams. It's made my depression worse because the false hopes I carry just cloud the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;This. is. it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to school. If I stop working we're fucked. If he stops working we're fucked. But, it looks like we're fucked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't go back to school I can never make more money.&lt;br /&gt;STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;THIS. IS. IT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my kids to grow up like this.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to grow up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini, I'm sorry I've gone and ruined the meme...&lt;br /&gt;those really were the five words I had come up with and they fucked my head all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8637565685652818634?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8637565685652818634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8637565685652818634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8637565685652818634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8637565685652818634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/meme2-as-promised.html' title='Meme#2 as promised.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-402507320481725510</id><published>2008-06-22T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:39:35.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i owe you...</title><content type='html'>meme #2 has been put aside. See, for some reason my brain registered FIVE words were needed for this meme and I spent all day trying to figure out what my five words would be,...and then I went to &lt;a href="http://pantsfreesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/mememememe.html"&gt;Bikini's page&lt;/a&gt; to re-read the instructions before I posted...&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't you know it's six words...&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to come up with six words that make sense...&lt;br /&gt;And I had a whole post written in my head explaining my five words...&lt;br /&gt;dammit!&lt;br /&gt;So the meme is postponed one more day...don't kill me Bikini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-402507320481725510?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/402507320481725510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=402507320481725510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/402507320481725510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/402507320481725510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-owe-you.html' title='i owe you...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5782198749660301185</id><published>2008-06-22T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:45:42.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remain Active</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in ones life when the arthritis kicks in...&lt;br /&gt;when the knees just aren't working like they used to and taking a bath is hard work. This becomes especially difficult for those who don't have shower stalls, just tubs, because getting in and out of the tub requires a lot of leg work.&lt;br /&gt;Having a &lt;a href="http://www.remainactive.com"&gt;walkin tub&lt;/a&gt; helps these people out a whole lot. The door opens for easy entry and exit with a low threshold for easy stepping. Safety bar and built-in safety seat make for extreme peace of mind for you and your loved ones. The package is topped off with a hand-held shower head for easy rinsing.&lt;br /&gt;Consider a walk-in tub for anyone you know that may be having difficulty getting in and out of the tub but doesn't want anyone there physically helping them. This may make their lives a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4eqbwl" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-5782198749660301185?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5782198749660301185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5782198749660301185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5782198749660301185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5782198749660301185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/remain-active.html' title='Remain Active'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5209950563724510622</id><published>2008-06-22T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:30:28.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have received two meme's in the past week. I haven't gotten one in ages, I thought people forgot  I existed, and now that I have been tagged I can't even find the time to write them. But I am doing them both! Because I care! Just not both today, so this one was received first, and tomorrow I will do the next one. This one was actually sent through e-mail by one of my co-workers... but I liked it enough to post here. Of course I had to change the names and I can't think on the spot so the nicknames are half-assed and stupid. But you get the idea. Now I must sleep! I won't tag anyone individually since I'm going to ave to do that for the next one - but how's this? if you're blocked, do it! If you want to do it, then do it! Just let me know if you did it so I can read your answers!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be lame and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Spoil the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Copy this entire email and  paste into a new email that you can send,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whole bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person that sent it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Some of you may get this several times (that means you have lots of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Friends).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1. What is your occupation? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not quite sure...I don't think they gave me a title...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no socks, bare feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;3. What are you listening to  right now?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the fan keeping the babies cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rice and steak (yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;5. Can you drive a stick shift?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you  be?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Skinny Guat. he was looking for Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of course, she keeps me sane at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;9. How old are you today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25. The age I'll be forever...lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10. Favorite drink? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soda. or Water. Really cold ice water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;11. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sports are boring. well, sometimes car racing..but even that gets boring too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;12. Have you ever dyed your hair?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No but I want to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;13. Pets? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little Man, Baby Girl, and Daddy. LOL! (Do they count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;14. Favorite food?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anything. I'm a food person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;15. Last movie you watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1214108647_0"&gt;Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins&lt;/span&gt;, and it was funny as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;16. Favorite Day of the year? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;???DUNNO???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;17. What do you do to vent your anger? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I listen to music very. very loud in my car. Or call  someone and cry like a baby. But usually the car thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;18. What is your favorite season? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;summer, summer, summer-time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;19. What was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;20. Hugs or kisses?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;both  please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;21. Cherry or Blueberry?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uummm on what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;22. Do you want your friends to email you back? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell yes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;23. Who is most likely to respond? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bestie1, in about three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;24. Who is least likely to respond? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bestie2 And my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;25. What happened to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1214057653_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer;"&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Didn't he get swallowed by a whale or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;26. When was the last time you cried?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;27. What is on the floor of your closet?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoes. And some towels and sheets that fell on top of me the other day and I can't reach the shelf to put them back up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;28. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;29. Who is the friend you have had the shortest? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(3 co-workers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;30. Favorite smells?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;31. Who inspires you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;32. What are you afraid of? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not being prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yummmm...spicy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;34. Favorite car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;35. Favorite cat breed? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;none. I'm not really a cat person anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;36. Number of keys on your key ring? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Really - 8. According to Daddy I'm a janitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;37. How many years at your current job?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha, years... 4 months at my current position. 6 months with the company itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;38. Favorite day of the week?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;39. How many states have you lived in? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;two? I think? maybe three...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;40. Do you think you're funny?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I crack myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;41.  What do you do when you are bored?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry, I don't have time to be bored. My children don't allow that. It's against their rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;42.  What time do you get up in the morning? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever Baby Girl feels like it. She seems to be under the impression that I'm a morning person. Someone needs to school  her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;43.  What do you wash first hair or body? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 37.5pt;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;44.  Favorite TV show? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't follow anything steadily, but I really like anything funny. I need funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/18739705-5209950563724510622?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5209950563724510622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5209950563724510622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5209950563724510622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5209950563724510622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/meme-1.html' title='Meme #1'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3925414915097985198</id><published>2008-06-18T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:36:03.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone do it anymore?</title><content type='html'>And by do it I mean say something in their head before they let it come out of their mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today - overheard - was "I don't like watching basketball because it makes me think of having black man sweat all over me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing next to a black man, a co-worker and friend of mine, and I turned more red than i have ever turned in my life, and the words didn't even come out of my mouth. He was pissed, as he should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my issue. I know racism exists, I know there are still some very closed minded people out there that are entitled to their opinions as am I, but do they really have to ignorantly say shit like that out loud? I was so hurt for my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3925414915097985198?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3925414915097985198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3925414915097985198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3925414915097985198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3925414915097985198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/does-anyone-do-it-anymore.html' title='Does anyone do it anymore?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8838850111350760112</id><published>2008-06-17T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:11:35.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So frikkin tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. Story of my life, really. My baby girl seems to be getting some new chompers in...I believe it's the top ones this time, and boy does she need her parents. Only at night. While we're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;The other night she woke up at 3 a.m and wouldn't sleep unless it was on my chest. I didn't sleep a wink after that since I'm usually on my side or my stomach to sleep, so I was super uncomfortable. Tonight she is on Daddy's chest, they are in the living room right now...Daddy had put her to sleep on the bed (GAH! NO!!!) and she woke up as soon as I transferred her to her crib. Hmmmm, I don't think so Ms. Missy, it's bad enough your big brother is kicking me out of my own bed, you aren't going to do it too...&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I have actually moved my self to the couch no less than three times in the last week, because Daddy's lazy ass puts her in the bed when she wakes up and with the four of us in the bed, it just ain't cutting it. My son sleeps spread-eagle, my daughter has to be literally under someone, and my husband is 6 feet tall. It's a queen sized bed, yes, but it's not big enough for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pooping: I've been giving her prunes. She loves them, the thing is (and this happened when she was a baby, too) is that sometimes it gives her explosive diapers. I'm trying to give her one a day or every other day or so...Apple or pear juice used to work with my son (still does actually) but I haven't seen much difference with her and juices. (Unless it's prune juice of course...) We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I should be sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8838850111350760112?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8838850111350760112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8838850111350760112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8838850111350760112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8838850111350760112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-frikkin-tired.html' title='So frikkin tired...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6635768696149300543</id><published>2008-06-12T17:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:22:27.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritation about constipation</title><content type='html'>Without getting into details - does a-prune-a-day work for constipated babies?&lt;br /&gt;My poor baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you guys have tried that has worked... suggest away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6635768696149300543?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6635768696149300543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6635768696149300543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6635768696149300543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6635768696149300543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/irritation-about-constipation.html' title='Irritation about constipation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3743314422675003389</id><published>2008-06-11T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:58:13.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't drive...</title><content type='html'>My sister in law asked Daddy to recharge her AC in the car. So we took her car to the garage where Daddy did just that. Daddy sends me to the store to buy some water since it was hella hot (this happened yesterday) and I get in the car...and start looking for the clutch to start the car with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her car is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy noticed and laughed at me and says "You think you can handle an automatic???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardee-frikkin-har-har Funny Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of the garage and got to the corner...and immediately put my foot 'down' on the 'clutch', and my hand went to the shifter to downshift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it. I couldn't drive a frikkin automatic without trying to hit the clutch or change gears or anything. I laughed at myself, because I never thought that driving a stick could turn into such a habit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile here's a pic that was taken today of Friend's Demon Child and my son...they were going for a bike ride with Big Guy (friend's hubby) We went by their house today for a quick visit...we haven't been there in a while. It was alright. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SFCevP6i43I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GxsEAWCotGo/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SFCevP6i43I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GxsEAWCotGo/s320/Picture+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210839303430792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3743314422675003389?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3743314422675003389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3743314422675003389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3743314422675003389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3743314422675003389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-drive.html' title='I can&apos;t drive...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SFCevP6i43I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GxsEAWCotGo/s72-c/Picture+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-220180663374947501</id><published>2008-06-10T10:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:49:40.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At home today...</title><content type='html'>The heat index for our area today is in the red zone, so I stayed. I know the sitter has an AC but I also know she would feel bad just leaving Little Man in the house all day, and she would let him outside. That is where the danger is, this stagnant air we have here right now is what triggers the attacks. So he's here destroying my home after it was pretty decently clean for a  few days. HA. I'm doing all types of rain dances so these thunder storms will come and cool this place off already.&lt;br /&gt;I will be writing here all day today. This is the end of the first entry, because they need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;(Hey my layout is fixed YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I did want to add - that new little box I have over on the top of the sidebar about the food allergies is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT AN AD. I AM NOT GETTING PAID TO HAVE IT THERE.&lt;/span&gt;  I joined the Kids With Food Allergies mailing list and they have the widgets available for anyone who wants to share them. I have it up because I don't know if anyone else knows anyone with food allergies but it's important to know what food are popping up with allergens. Like- my son is allergic to tree nuts and peanuts. Severely allergic. Guess what has traces of peanut oil in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.icebase.com/go2.shtml?hm43kiYSuD3DynCr/9254ba99a7c96882/4ef141c7019da526/Jadensmami1107@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213107595_19"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.icebase.com/go2.shtml?hm43kiYSuD3DynCr/9254ba99a7c96882/4ef141c7019da526/Jadensmami1107@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213107595_19"&gt;Minute Maid HeartWise® orange juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is made with plant esterols derived from highly refined peanut or soy oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Important label reading points&lt;/b&gt;: 1) Different varieties of the same product can have different ingredients. 2) Highly refined oils like soybean oil or peanut oil have an exemption from the &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.icebase.com/go2.shtml?hm43kiYSuD3DynCr/1d11c310fd51462f/4ef141c7019da526/Jadensmami1107@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213107595_20"&gt;FALCPA labeling law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that went into effect in 2006. Manufacturers are not required to clearly label products with highly refined oils with the plain English terms of the common allergens "peanut" or "soy.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? Who would have thought that orange juice would have peanut oil in it? I love their e-mails because it makes me aware of what's going on...otherwise I wouldn't know where to look. (Also I  wouldn't give my son that type of OJ because it's really for lowering cholesterol...but still good to know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-220180663374947501?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/220180663374947501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=220180663374947501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/220180663374947501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/220180663374947501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-home-today.html' title='At home today...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-434142171001065071</id><published>2008-06-09T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:55:29.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty</title><content type='html'>I came home soaked just from the drive from work.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy stayed home with Little Man today 'just in case'.&lt;br /&gt;He was fine, but I'm still nervous about sending him to the sitter tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give him a bath right now (and I'm sitting here...) and hook him up to the machine before he falls asleep on me.&lt;br /&gt;I've tentatively let my bosses know I may not be in tomorrow 'just in case'.&lt;br /&gt;My sitter thinks I could end up fired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My son just came to me and said 'hurry up mommy I have to take a bath' he's too cute for words.)&lt;br /&gt;So i'll go and give him a bath then...&lt;br /&gt;P.S - AJW - if you stop by here, shoot me an e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-434142171001065071?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/434142171001065071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=434142171001065071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/434142171001065071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/434142171001065071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweaty.html' title='Sweaty'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6074650686914020093</id><published>2008-06-07T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:29:55.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Were we in hell today???</title><content type='html'>It's only the first week of June and today was the hottest HOTTEST day ever...&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't even reach 100 like they did down south...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to run some errands with my mother and the kids for a couple hours and by the time we were done, we were all tired and cranky and HOT. For some reason, even though my car is the 'top model' Civic, it doesn't have air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;Did you read that part??? TOP MODEL- that's an EX - CIVIC WITH NO AC!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we were dying. I came home with the kids, we all took a nice long nap, but when we woke up Little Man had a nasty scary asthma attack. I didn't leave the house for the rest of the day, canceling our plans to go to a cook-out at a friend's house. He's had to get pumped a few times already, and I gave him the nebulizer after his bath, and he is still breathing a little funny for my taste...I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. Daddy is so relaxed when it comes to the attacks, while I'm all frantic (but efficient I must say...I can now get them under control very quickly thank you very much!) The poor kid gets pukey when he gets attacks, and was dry heaving for a bit before the meds kicked in. I felt so bad cause I know he was hot and doesn't want to be feeling this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an appointment with the allergist this morning, our follow-up to the scratch test.  "Keep giving him milk, but let's take the eggs away for three weeks and see if they may be the underlying cause of his eczema. That could be the allergic reaction they are giving him." So no eggs for him for a while. New appointment in August. Let's see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6074650686914020093?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6074650686914020093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6074650686914020093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6074650686914020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6074650686914020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-we-in-hell-today.html' title='Were we in hell today???'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2034915852637821629</id><published>2008-06-06T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:51:01.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid layout</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's going on with my layout, why my sidebar has decided to travel to the bottom of the page.  I haven't been able to see my page for a long time, I would write through my e-mail, so I don't even know how long this has been this way...anyone wanna clue me in as to how long, so I can take a stab on why it's like this...?&lt;br /&gt;I tried changing the layout but that didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;***Bikini...Ms. Blog Expert, if YOU know of anything, feel free to share!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter just came to me with the remote control, I take it she doesn't want to watch what my son is watching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2034915852637821629?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2034915852637821629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2034915852637821629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2034915852637821629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2034915852637821629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-layout.html' title='Stupid layout'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-9034793608514948173</id><published>2008-06-04T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:57:35.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of my mental storm...</title><content type='html'>I still had promised pictures of my babies from the baptism...so here they are: my Prince and Princess...enjoy! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdEdkvazlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PRrYpwujEyY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdEdkvazlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PRrYpwujEyY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208206768946728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ...  Here's my boy, I don't know, maybe he was doing a basketball shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvaznI/AAAAAAAAAGs/213quUADZy8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvaznI/AAAAAAAAAGs/213quUADZy8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208208315134955122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Princess.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF30vazqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fr_42lkJJzM/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 266px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF30vazqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fr_42lkJJzM/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208208319429922466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Here are my sister's step-children "hanging" outside with Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvazpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/B4r-pGr1wdA/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvazpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/B4r-pGr1wdA/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208208315134955154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Here is Baby Girl pulling my hair... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvazoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D0N8UsqmBtc/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdF3kvazoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D0N8UsqmBtc/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208208315134955138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Here is the group shot: from the left: My cousin who is Little Man's Godfather, Daddy, Me and the kids, the priest, my sister who is Little Man's Godmother, my mother, Daddy's mother who was standing in for Baby's Godmother who couldn't make it, and my sister's boyfriend who is Baby's Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;It was an event to remember, Little Man says in the middle of the service in a very loud voice "Can we go home now?"&lt;br /&gt;There were more pictures taken, but I'm still waiting for everyone to e-mail them to me since I couldn't play photographer that day.&lt;br /&gt;There a shot of Little Man picking his nose...classic! Can't wait to get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-9034793608514948173?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9034793608514948173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=9034793608514948173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9034793608514948173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9034793608514948173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-midst-of-my-mental-storm.html' title='In the midst of my mental storm...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEdEdkvazlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PRrYpwujEyY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3317920910954204256</id><published>2008-06-03T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:14:28.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>I need a boost.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not doing well (mentally) I still feel so depressed but I have to wear the smile and go about my day. I can't hold it in much longer. I dont even know what's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in from work today and Daddy was already home with the kids and he had an attitude from God knows where. okay, so if you're stressed out don't take it out on me, my fuckin life is not all peaches and roses but i dont get bitchy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a friend. i've gone back to keeping everyone  at arm's length again. i dont know why... maybe i just dont want anyone to see how miserable i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stay away from my family. i stay away from everyone. i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i dont know how to make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3317920910954204256?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3317920910954204256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3317920910954204256' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3317920910954204256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3317920910954204256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need.html' title='I need...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8064313158372077691</id><published>2008-05-31T09:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:30:36.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hell...</title><content type='html'>OMG. I got a late Mother's Day gift last night. (And Daddy got an early Father's Day gift...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEFRx0vazkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7TJj0UjD9xc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206532560629976642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEFRx0vazkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7TJj0UjD9xc/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a beauty???&lt;br /&gt;This means I'm back on AT HOME! And I can blog without being paranoid at being fired BECAUSE I CAN DO IT FROM HOME AGAIN! And I can read up on you guys that I miss so much! And I can (possibly) do some ads again(I dunno...gotta see if they still like me, been gone a long time!)&lt;br /&gt;Holy Frikkin ...&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, Diana! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So with that I leave you...until later when it starts to rain and I will start catching up here. Unless my husband has sat down, then I'll have to wrestle him away...once that guy starts watching his car videos....*groan* lol!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love my honey, he's the bestest, especially for finally hearing me when I said "I need my computer!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8064313158372077691?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8064313158372077691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8064313158372077691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8064313158372077691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8064313158372077691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-hell.html' title='Holy Hell...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SEFRx0vazkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7TJj0UjD9xc/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2241353557003819297</id><published>2008-05-30T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:59:02.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Events - they are too common in my home now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:36pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I have said it many times before and I will say it again, my children are polar opposites. Everything that I didn't go through with my son I am going through with my daughter.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;THRUSH.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;My daughter puts everything in her mouth, and this (according to the doc) may be the underlying cause on the pretty little bubbles in her mouth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Anti-fungal antibiotic-type chalky stuff has to be swooshed in her mouth four times a day, great fun for a baby. Fun for Mommy, too, who is now the enemy because I always want to put the stuff in her mouth that she DOES. NOT. LIKE. It isn't a toy, a nickel, a sock, or whatever she may want in there…when I say she will put anything in her mouth, I mean it. I have to constantly run my fingers in there to make sure there aren't any surprises…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;ALSO- SHE TURNED ONE LAST SUNDAY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;My baby had her first birthday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;We didn't really do anything, we bought a Boston Crème Cake (think giant Boston Crème donut…but better tasting) and she had the weirdest look on her face when she saw the candle lit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;We had a visit with the allergist to do the oh-so-much-fun back scratch (stab???) test…that had to be the worst thing I've ever had to hold my son through. My poor boy, laying on me, not suspecting that this nurse-woman was going to stab him with 20-some odd needles at once…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;But it needed to be done. Turns out he may be allergic to milk and eggs, too. Which I find weird because the boy will sometimes drink a cup or two of milk instead of eat a meal, and he's been drinking milk since he turned ONE and he has never EVER had a reaction. Same with eggs, no reaction… The nurse says to me "Well, maybe his stomach hurts and you just don't know." NO LADY! My son will tell me if his stomach hurts, see that's the good thing about children is they are very vocal and can communicate these things. Plus he's never had any vomiting or diarrhea which usually accompanies an allergic reaction besides the swelling and stuff…so a consultation is in order with the head doc there, because, well, frankly I don't believe the scratch test. Is that bitchy of me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2241353557003819297?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2241353557003819297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2241353557003819297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2241353557003819297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2241353557003819297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/medical-events-they-are-too-common-in.html' title='Medical Events - they are too common in my home now...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6682786611242560939</id><published>2008-05-22T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:03:32.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason he will be famous some day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SDXRLEvazjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kw4_sbsmdps/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203294932677873202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SDXRLEvazjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kw4_sbsmdps/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son came running to me with his magna-thingie and said "Mommy! Look what I drew!"&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I"m going to look...&lt;br /&gt;He said "It's eyes, mouth, and BOOBIES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my son already incorporates boobies in his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6682786611242560939?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6682786611242560939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6682786611242560939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6682786611242560939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6682786611242560939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/reason-he-will-be-famous-some-day.html' title='The reason he will be famous some day...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SDXRLEvazjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kw4_sbsmdps/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2986021016974933971</id><published>2008-05-16T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:01:41.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my aching head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;I have to remember to upload a picture of a drawing my son made…you guys will love it.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Stress:::::why is it that something so simple as baptizing children can be so stressful? The kids are getting baptized tomorrow, ask me if anything is ready…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Or just answer yourself with a resounding "NO!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Or just laugh maniacally non-stop which is basically what I've been doing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;I've been really busy at work, they are purposely keeping me away from you, I tell you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Keep me in your thoughts as I try not to commit murder in a church this weekend if my bitchy sister-in-law shows up…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Things have still been heating up on that end, I'll have to catch you up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;So pictures will be coming of that drawing and of my prince and princess in their outfits!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2986021016974933971?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2986021016974933971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2986021016974933971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2986021016974933971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2986021016974933971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-aching-head.html' title='oh my aching head...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3722961205720261097</id><published>2008-05-14T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:25:49.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddness</title><content type='html'>I have something to write about, though I wish to God that I didn't have to write it...&lt;br /&gt;My cousin back in NY gave birth to her first son last week. On Saturday her husband was walking around the house, just holding him, while they had guests in their home.&lt;br /&gt;The baby died in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;There is no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;There were no complications during birth.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is going crazy, and her husband has had to be sedated the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad they got to meet him, even though I know that is no comfort in this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3722961205720261097?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3722961205720261097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3722961205720261097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3722961205720261097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3722961205720261097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-pulled-in-two-directions.html' title='Saddness'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-49660943511334428</id><published>2008-05-09T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:50:44.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Apparently the allergy season is extremely out of control this year. Claritin is doing NOTHING for my poor son, we have scheduled the dreaded scratch test so that we can try to take steps from there on medicating him. He can't just take the shot because suddenly the shot has been having some questionable reactions in asthma patients. Hmmmmm….&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;This season has been really bad, he has been having asthma attacks every.single.night….in his sleep. I don't sleep at all because I'm up listening to him breathe. I'm overly exhausted. I have four new gray hairs that are very noticeable so I'm going to have to find time (HA!) to dye my hair. (Yeah, I know boo-hoo, I have four gray hairs…they are not my firsts but they have all grown in the front and stick up like alfalfa's cowlick no matter what I put in my hair!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;In other news my daughter has decided that she didn't want to spend her first birthday (the 18&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;! OMG!) toothless, so she let her two bottom teeth start to come out. Thankfully they haven't been bothering her too much, so that's a bit of a relief. It's surprising though, because they are both coming in at the same time…Little Man's came in two at a time also but they would kill him. It's true, all babies are different, but mine are polar opposites in every way possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-49660943511334428?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/49660943511334428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=49660943511334428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/49660943511334428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/49660943511334428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8408372065017840958</id><published>2008-05-05T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:57:00.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO YOU PAY YOUR BABYSITTER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Daddy and I have to go to church on Wednesday night to speak to the priest about baptizing our children...my mother is not back from Puerto Rico so I'm going to leave the kids with a friend's daughter. She is good with my kids, they love her, Little Man actually BEHAVES with her (She's 17...) &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;But the thing is I've never had to actually pay a sitter for my kids, they usually go to my mother or their regular sitter, and she sits for free if Daddy and I have to go somewhere.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What's the going rate for 17 year old sitters? &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;And should I just go with my regular sitter for free since it's only for about an hour and a half??? (free is for me! LOL)&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/18739705-8408372065017840958?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8408372065017840958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8408372065017840958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8408372065017840958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8408372065017840958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-pay-your-babysitter.html' title='WHAT DO YOU PAY YOUR BABYSITTER?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2251057455000627464</id><published>2008-05-02T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:21:17.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK HOW BIG WE ARE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG000631-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/IMG000631-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG000661-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/Jadensmami1107/IMG000661-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby girl is 11 months, Little man is 3 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;Huge.&lt;br /&gt;And still nicknamed Big and Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2251057455000627464?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2251057455000627464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2251057455000627464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2251057455000627464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2251057455000627464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-how-big-we-are.html' title='LOOK HOW BIG WE ARE!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-9125501495653709785</id><published>2008-04-29T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:54.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY THING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I find it hilarious that I once had a reader that STOPPED reading because I was doing PPP. She went (on her own blog, which is how I knew, because I would read hers, too) and called me a sell-out and commercial and went on to say that no one wants to read someone getting paid to talk about things because it wasn't genuine.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I had asked you guys if it bothered you that I was doing a few ads to make some extra money, and the majority of you didn't have a problem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I kept her on my sidebar (I don't know why…) and I actually checked in on her recently…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;Guess who's doing ads?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;Yep, same person who bitched and complained about my commercial-ness…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;Like I said, I find it hilarious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I won't say anything bad. I hadn't checked in on her blog in a long time so I don't know what happened to make her have to do paid entries, but here's what I have to say:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I UNDERSTAND.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I won't say you're a sell-out, I won't say no one wants to read you anymore. &lt;BR&gt;I UNDERSTAND….being broke is GENUINE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;I haven't done paid ads in a long time, not because I don't have to, because that extra money helps out A LOT…mainly because my job has a block on the pages I use for my ads. Yep, that's why. If not, you would still see some ads sprinkled in here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;Oh, and I got rid of my home computer. It was a junker and was on it's last legs…so now I'm solely depending on my work pc for e-mails and other things internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;That's all I had to say about that…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bradley Hand ITC'"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-9125501495653709785?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9125501495653709785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=9125501495653709785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9125501495653709785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/9125501495653709785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-thing.html' title='FUNNY THING...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3173472400844616840</id><published>2008-04-25T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:40:41.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Daddy was in the bathroom brushing his teeth while I went in to ask him a question. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;He gave me the muffled "mmhmmm" answer I was looking for and I watched for a moment as he brushed his tongue.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;"You would have made a great gay man, you know."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;He gave me a puzzled look. "Mmm?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;"It doesn't look like you have a gag reflex…"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;Yeah, I got pushed out of the bathroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;LOLOL!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: BRADDON"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3173472400844616840?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3173472400844616840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3173472400844616840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3173472400844616840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3173472400844616840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-3732072732945152694</id><published>2008-04-23T08:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:45:02.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Today my mother boards a plane to beautiful, sunny, vacation-esque &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I wait for her call tonight with a heavy heart, knowing that while many years ago we used to board that plane with beaches and coconut drinks on our minds, my mother is going to watch her sister die.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;My fingers sit on this keyboard and I can't even think of any words to say…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Her flight will be seven hours long, a trip that usually takes three hours from here, but there are two layovers. One is in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;Newark&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where another one of my aunts will be joining my mother on the plane. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;They are the last two to join the bunch already there…except of course for the one aunt that LEFT the island on a vacation…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I went to my mother's house last night so she could see the babies before she left, and I wanted to cry because I saw the way she hugged them a little longer. She too knows that someday everyone will have to make this trip for her…"when you get older it's what you think about." She said to me. &lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I think about it now&lt;/I&gt;…I wanted to say to her. But I just nodded. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;She will be back in two weeks. By then I imagine that they would have already cremated my aunt (her wishes) and my mother will return to her normal routine, minus the daily phone calls to her dear sister. The phone calls actually stopped once they put her into the coma…but now there won't even be the 'checking in' phone calls to the hospital…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;My mother says it would be better for her to pass on already instead of be in this pain, she says it's better for her to watch us from the sky instead of through the haze she sees everyone through now. What a great way to see things…but who wants to let anyone go, really?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-3732072732945152694?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3732072732945152694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=3732072732945152694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3732072732945152694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/3732072732945152694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8955000715586707771</id><published>2008-04-18T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:40:30.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*shaking my head*</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;No matter how hard you pray…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;It was our friend in the accident. He got T-boned by a Scion TC at an intersection who ran a red light. He got banged up pretty bad, his car went into a pole, he hit the steering wheel. His face looks like he got into a scrapping match with Mike Tyson and he lost one if his front teeth. He can't even stand up right now, the docs are not letting him go home until the swelling goes down on his legs to see if he has any damage because the X-Rays are coming up inconclusive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;The car, obviously, is totaled, but he is ALIVE. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Phew…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8955000715586707771?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8955000715586707771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8955000715586707771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8955000715586707771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8955000715586707771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/shaking-my-head.html' title='*shaking my head*'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-5375246980423301826</id><published>2008-04-17T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:45:15.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;You know when someone calls you and you get this shiver down your spine? Because they tell you something so horrendous, but you can't do anything about it?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Well, Daddy and I just got a phonecall like that.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;One of our friends has a very distinct car...and another friend says he saw that car on a tow truck smashed up pretty bad...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;and our buddy isn't picking up his phone which is weird...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm pulling a stalker move during my lunch break and driving by his house...hoping to see his car there, parked and fine. If it isn't there....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;God, just let it be there. &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/18739705-5375246980423301826?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5375246980423301826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=5375246980423301826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5375246980423301826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/5375246980423301826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-481986389954425018</id><published>2008-04-17T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:59:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchiness and a concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Am I a mega-bitch for deliberately sending my son to my mother's house last Saturday – for the day- when I knew that there was a birthday party at the Selfish Bitch's house upstairs? &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Am I a super mega bitch for wanting to send my daughter, too? I didn't send her because then it would have been too obvious since Daddy and I had no where to go… but my mother took Little Man to see the Horton movie and kept him with her all day long. So OOPS! He missed the party…what a shame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Yes, I did it on purpose. I didn't want to start a fight so I didn't flat out tell Daddy that I didn't want my kids to go, but he knew. I'm sure he has an idea that I sent Little Man away on purpose, but he isn't saying anything. Besides, I would deny it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;My MIL called me when she didn't see Little Man and asked me but I told her that he and my mother had this date set for weeks (it was more like hours!) and she was upset because she doesn't get to see the kids often. I felt bad but I didn't regret my decision. If I could keep my kids away from that bitch permanently…well, I'd be happy. I don't want her pettiness and bitchiness rubbing off on my children. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Here's a kicker- my daughter is eleven months old tomorrow, and she doesn't have any teeth. Not a one. Don't get me wrong, she has gone through months of 'teething' where she gets swollen and her mouth bothers her and she drools and chews on everything, but it stops and no teeth have come out. Has anyone been through this? My son popped his first teeth out at 4 months…so I don't know what the hell is going on. Her year old well visit is next month and if she hasn't sprung anything yet, I'm going to see what the doc says. My sister (dental hygienist) tells me not to worry, but I still am. Any thoughts?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-481986389954425018?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/481986389954425018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=481986389954425018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/481986389954425018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/481986389954425018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/bitchiness-and-concern.html' title='Bitchiness and a concern'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6534513077606397173</id><published>2008-04-14T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:59:41.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Do links work when transferred from e-mail???&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Let's&lt;A href="http://www.msn.com/"&gt; see&lt;/A&gt;......&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6534513077606397173?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6534513077606397173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6534513077606397173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6534513077606397173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6534513077606397173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-2256694719743727574</id><published>2008-04-14T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:52:32.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;My sister and I are buying my mother's plane ticket this week…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I went to my mother's house yesterday and she was already getting huffy &amp;amp; puffy with another of her sisters, one she didn't grow up with and had almost no communication with until she was about 30 or so…well this sister, we'll call her Elder, since she is one of the eldest sisters of the bunch, well she refuses to go see my aunt in the hospital. She lives in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/st1:place&gt;, maybe a half hour away but won't go. She says that no one went to go see her in the hospital when she had some operation done a few years back so she doesn't see why everyone is making such a big deal about this for the dying aunt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Are you fucking kidding me? They have all but read her her last rights and your playing this game? Your operation was MINOR, you had no health risks AT ALL, the doctors and nurses did not tell your family to call everyone BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING TO DIE. You were not in a coma. You were not in COMPLETE KIDNEY FAILURE. You were not going in to HEART FAILURE. You were not depending solely on machines to keep you BREATHING long enough for your family to come to your bedside you FUCK.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;I know that people deal with death and these situations differently, but seriously?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Elder has actually booked a vacation to NYC for this week and possibly next week, so if my aunt passes in that time (which is about 95% sure that she will) she will not be there. And obviously will not be there for the funeral…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Now my mother's all emotional about it and trying to keep peace among the rest of the sisters who are starting to get angry at Elder, which is stressing her out even more…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Fuck you, Death. Really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-2256694719743727574?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2256694719743727574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=2256694719743727574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2256694719743727574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/2256694719743727574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/dealing.html' title='Dealing?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-6767832042436172629</id><published>2008-04-10T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:53:43.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday request</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Despite the fact that I've been answering e-mails and phone calls all day about the impending death in our family…there was something I wanted to share that I was excited about.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;PINKS! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;They are coming to the racetrack we frequent in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; practically every weekend of the summer. Coincidentally, they are coming the weekend right after my birthday in July, so I requested tickets to go see Pinks live for my birthday present. Daddy obviously has no problem fulfilling my birthday wish, as he is the one who got me addicted to the show anyway. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;We don't know what cars will be there, but it will be exciting and I will hope to be able to post pictures of the event…hopefully I find my camera by then.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I'm hoping to be able to take Little Man…but we're not too sure about that yet…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-6767832042436172629?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6767832042436172629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=6767832042436172629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6767832042436172629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/6767832042436172629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-birthday-request.html' title='My birthday request'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-1017885524014953252</id><published>2008-04-10T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:21:06.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;She's not doing well at all, my aunt. The call has been made to all the brothers and sisters to book their flights ASAP. She doesn't have much time…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;My mother called me last night in hysterics, that was really all I could get out of her…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;This fucking sucks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-1017885524014953252?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1017885524014953252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=1017885524014953252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1017885524014953252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/1017885524014953252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucking-sucks.html' title='Fucking Sucks.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739705.post-8991031849545352350</id><published>2008-04-09T11:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:31:14.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth Filters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;head&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/head&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:18pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;There are certain things you don't say to a person. You can think them in your head all you want, but for them to come out of your mouth – in front of someone –noooooooooooo…..&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Fire – as this woman will be called. Not because she was fired, because she wasn't, she totally gave her two weeks and finished them off. Her name will be Fire because she acted like one, single-handedly destroying things that were in her way. Intentional? A lot of people here think so. She had many enemies. There was actual cheering after she walked out the door last Friday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Well, I worked with Fire three days a week, and I dreaded them. I work with two other people that I love, but Fire…oh my God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Let me give you a quick story that happened just the day before Fire and I butted heads: Another co-worker and I were in the break room. She had heard me speaking Spanish to a client and commented on how she would have never in a million years have been able to understand what I was saying. I laughed. She asked me where I was from and I told her "Well, born in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/st1:place&gt;, raised in NYC." &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;"Wow, that's funny because I don't pick up on any accents, New Yorkers usually have a distinct accent…" she said. "I learned very early on that in order to fit in, you have to speak clearly and with no accents, Spanish, NY or any other. I was taught to not let my self be distinguished by  my accent." I said. Which is true, my mother went through- and still goes through a lot of shit because of her accent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Nice enough conversation, right? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;Well, the NEXT DAY Fire heard me speaking to a client, but I was speaking ENGLISH. "Where are you from?" She asked me. "&lt;st1:State w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;." I said, I didn't feel like explaining anything at that moment. "No, which country?" I looked at her. "Here. My family is from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/st1:place&gt;…" "That's what I thought, you have a very heavy Puertorican accent when you speak."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;*Did you just hear tires screeching in your head?*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;"I have a heavy accent? That's funny, I just had someone tell me that I had no accent."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;I shut up. I was flooded with work I didn't want to chit-chat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;She waited a minute…then asked "Do people ever ask you if you're illegal?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;*more tires*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;I looked at her and said "No, no one would ever dare ask someone else that kind of question."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;I walked away from my work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;I spoke to another girl and asked her if she heard an accent when I speak, she laughed at me thinking I was joking. I told her the story. She suggested I go to HR. I shrugged. Daddy said the same thing. I shrugged again. The next day she gave her two week notice, so I didn't say a word. Why bother if she was leaving anyway, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;It has actually become somewhat of a joke here now, if I say something to someone I excuse myself and say "I'm sorry if you can't understand me due to my heavy puertorican accent…" because I can laugh at it…but there are still certain things you JUST don't say…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Footlight MT Light'"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739705-8991031849545352350?l=stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8991031849545352350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739705&amp;postID=8991031849545352350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8991031849545352350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739705/posts/default/8991031849545352350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinelmosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/mouth-filters.html' title='Mouth Filters...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754249936855622982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4uz0OCkDiU/SLrCnNVT2fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bH9RIA2T8bQ/S220/Picture+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
