<?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-33381744</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:23:53.728-04:00</updated><category term='Annoyances'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='men'/><category term='cutness'/><category term='Chirstmas'/><category term='warm fuzzies'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>This Way Home</title><subtitle type='html'>All roads lead to home</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-12034995347523813</id><published>2009-01-30T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:07:56.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 becomes one</title><content type='html'>wasn't that a spice girl song??&lt;br /&gt;I am back I am back I actually have a few blogs going now but this one is in regards to family and life in general.. the other is about a side of me I am not reay to share with everyone yet!! but here I am .. and I stand tall!!&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-12034995347523813?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/12034995347523813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=12034995347523813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/12034995347523813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/12034995347523813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-becomes-one.html' title='2 becomes one'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-5547231365557840781</id><published>2007-02-07T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:56:32.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break of sorts</title><content type='html'>Well  there everyone this is a hard post to write and I am not going to elaborate too much.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a small break from blogger and will be doing some self soothing.&lt;br /&gt;After numerous attempts to avoid the fact i am having some personal difficulties  with life in general ...... i have been forced to take a step back and learn to how smell the roses and breathe the fresh air again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post  not as a an attention seeking endeavour but more of a self expression.&lt;br /&gt;I am dealing with some anxiety issues and ended up in hospital yesterday with a nervous breakdown ( IE panic attacks and uncontrollable shaking and crying) this occurred during arts and crafts with my son.  I started feeling funny and dizzy and my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I fainted hit my head and was home alone with two children.&lt;br /&gt;After being in hospital and causing panic and dismay I figure it is time to go on my anti anxiety meds and get my life straiting out.&lt;br /&gt;as of now I am waiting on my mother to come and be with me while I take my recommended ativan which knocks me out.&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a post here to remind me that i have hit this low point in my life and need to ask of r help and accept it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt; I will be Okay and i will come out on top for all of those who have really helped me over the course of the last few days thank you..... i will write more when feeling g better.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the online support and understanding the fact I wrote this for my self as a reminder and a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay....please do not judge this post as anything else but a self healer entry.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and lots of love to all&lt;br /&gt;Mama j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-5547231365557840781?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5547231365557840781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=5547231365557840781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5547231365557840781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5547231365557840781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/break-of-sorts.html' title='Break of sorts'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-5239299084259120778</id><published>2007-02-02T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T08:53:47.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutness'/><title type='text'>ahh man hood</title><content type='html'>Well last evening Little G could not sleep .. he had  had a extensive nap ( very out of the ordinary for him) that afternoon and was still excitable from a tiresome night of skating,  he asked if he could sit with me while I folded Landry and watched GREY's.&lt;br /&gt;I said "you can but we are sitting quietly and after Mommy's show  it's back to your room."&lt;br /&gt;Response " OK mom I really missed you"&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the head&lt;br /&gt;Grey's came on and as I zoned into TV land My son sat quietly rearranging pile of Landry closest to him.  That became very boring for him soon enough.  He found my fitness mags and started flipping through them narrating as he went.&lt;br /&gt;I paid little attention as it was a long day and I was just trying to have my down time wacthing my favorite show( other than lost)&lt;br /&gt;As a commercial flipped n I tuned back in to my world and hear my son sing singing over a page.&lt;br /&gt;" boobies and bully buttons on the beach... boobies in pink and yellow.  Just belly buttons...................  but lots of boobies"&lt;br /&gt;Shape has a segment of best beach Bodies .. and he was very interested in the belly buttons and boobies on display! tee hee.. how cute and true could he be.&lt;br /&gt;Testosterone all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-5239299084259120778?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5239299084259120778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=5239299084259120778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5239299084259120778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5239299084259120778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh-man-hood.html' title='ahh man hood'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-8378464068169267387</id><published>2007-01-30T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:22.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG "W"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/Rb-WPnLF9tI/AAAAAAAAACw/QntK-y5e2n8/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025900904126478034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/Rb-WPnLF9tI/AAAAAAAAACw/QntK-y5e2n8/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well everyone I went to the hospital with my little guy yesterday and we did the chest x ray.&lt;br /&gt;It nearly broke my heart to hold him upright hands above his head and him unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;He was better then me though and just fussed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;They faxed his x ray immediately to the Dr and she called me to tell me that there wasn't much to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;He was born with his lungs a little undeveloped and there fore he has been experiencing a bronchial condition since birth and eventually it should go away.&lt;br /&gt;If he is wheezy we should take him outside.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel relieved and a bit saddened for him.... poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is normal. so my nerves are calmed.. but it still bothers me when he sounds wheezy. that's being a mom hey.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope everyone finds this message thanks you for all of your kind words and warm wishes they were felt.&lt;br /&gt;It was a stressful time for me this weekend, but we are on to bigger things like the fact that W is teething already .. and he smiles all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs in at 13 pounds and 23 inches and I am so proud he is a strapping little baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-8378464068169267387?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8378464068169267387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=8378464068169267387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/8378464068169267387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/8378464068169267387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-w.html' title='BIG &quot;W&quot;'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/Rb-WPnLF9tI/AAAAAAAAACw/QntK-y5e2n8/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-4663189367285905913</id><published>2007-01-26T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:23.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RbprTXLF9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gx453lOh8gM/s1600-h/P2171264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024446314667439810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RbprTXLF9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gx453lOh8gM/s320/P2171264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RbprH3LF9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/V98uoFs7LhU/s1600-h/P2171257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024446117098944178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RbprH3LF9rI/AAAAAAAAACY/V98uoFs7LhU/s320/P2171257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as a mom I have to say My little W has been a breeze. No worries no wonders just curtness and contentedness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went for his needles today and now I find out he is in need of some lung exams. He is having some difficulty with his air ways and as I write this I AM in shock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no emotion shock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is 2 months. so Innocent and care free so happy and he is struggling to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Dr assured me it was more precaution then anything but.. still......he is so young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping for the best and I am sure it is NOTHING... But I am a mom and this is my 2 month old angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cheer my self up and this post I am including some of Little G skating with his poppy. I tear up every time we go as it brings the gentleness out in my dad and admiration out in my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love can you feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post with good news soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Mama&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/33381744-4663189367285905913?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4663189367285905913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=4663189367285905913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4663189367285905913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4663189367285905913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/boys.html' title='The boys'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RbprTXLF9sI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gx453lOh8gM/s72-c/P2171264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-6766869020721167463</id><published>2007-01-23T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:50:11.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>I am writign a little note here to say that you NEED to go and watch&lt;br /&gt;"Children of Men"&lt;br /&gt;It's in theaters now.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing movie and very edge of your seat.&lt;br /&gt;makes you think about the future .&lt;br /&gt;Also stressful for those of you that have children.. but so worth the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy as i did&lt;br /&gt;Go now or this weekend.. but just go!&lt;br /&gt;Mama J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-6766869020721167463?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6766869020721167463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=6766869020721167463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6766869020721167463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6766869020721167463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-5380989311556489586</id><published>2007-01-17T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:52:46.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Ladies</title><content type='html'>I have been long wondering about the differences between Men and women and  the differences never ever seem to change. not really even tweak.\Perhaps they get masked but for the most they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can be very unemotional . distant even.&lt;br /&gt;Women over emotional and nurturing.&lt;br /&gt;Heard a quote today and it seemed to fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Women don't just want and answer( from a man) they want participation.&lt;br /&gt;---- felicity huffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously .. conversation, elaboration, involvement.. not just "yes honey"&lt;br /&gt;or " sounds good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like " I liked what you had to say.." or even respond with a conversation.. opened ended questions.&lt;br /&gt;" sounds good"   well why does it sound good what exactly sounded good about that!!! sshheeesh&lt;br /&gt;Well I love my hubby and all the men in my life.. but conversationalists they aren't always..... maybe I just need more girlfriends in my life.. or at least talk to them more.. estrogen pahh lease!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-5380989311556489586?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5380989311556489586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=5380989311556489586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5380989311556489586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5380989311556489586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/ladies.html' title='Ladies'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-6510812219084441834</id><published>2007-01-10T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:19:38.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parttyy</title><content type='html'>I am just writing a quick little post about G's family party on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to have everyone in one spot. I do love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;G was especially entertaining and might I add well behaved for all the junk he consumed and lack of sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;The gifts were wonderful, and sorry but by far the helium balloons may have been the biggest hit thanks  to my good friend for that!&lt;br /&gt; Nothing really new here, our weather has been spectacular.. and I know that we should be worried about Global Warming but right now .. ahh no snow and daily walks to the back yard, park, and neighbourhood have been helping me keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow night G is going skating for his very first time.( he recieved skates from my parents for his birthday)&lt;br /&gt;I am anticpating a major breakdown and a 10 minute skate but you never know.  Poppy is taking him nad My mom and I are in the bleachers with W watching and taking pictures. I will soon need to get another pair of skates. I need to to get back on the wagon I am a bit rusty and always have been in that area. ( skating that is)&lt;br /&gt;I  will post a more intersting topic soon. Just wanted to give a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-6510812219084441834?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6510812219084441834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=6510812219084441834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6510812219084441834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6510812219084441834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/parttyy.html' title='Parttyy'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-250100901817563877</id><published>2007-01-05T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:10:06.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyances'/><title type='text'>MOVVVE  IT</title><content type='html'>This post may offend some shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;There will be cussing and maybe even some crude remarks but If I don't say it... welll who is and lets just say I have said it to my husband many  times and I think it is time the Net knew how I really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have briefly mentioned this topic on my old site some time ago, because like the tag on a shirt sticking up on complete strangers it is m biggest pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;I actually think it is becoming a rage.&lt;br /&gt;I LOTHE, HATE, DESPISE, RECOIL FROM&lt;br /&gt;THE fucking superstore parking lot and grocery shopping participants,( sorry there are a majority of people that attend this store that don't treat it as a living hell, or la la land.. or rather a place to e a dick hole. yes a dick hole.)  here in my little Bayer's lake wannabe town.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE love to shop for groceries. I enjoy organizing the area's of the store in my cart( boxes with boxes, meat with meat etc.) the satisfaction of finding a &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;bargin&lt;/span&gt;  or a new food is exciting to me ( as I am food obsessed hmmmmm this may be a emotional filler here as to why I gained weight should I call DR PHIL?)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy taking my time, but red flag here, being cautious to fellow grocery shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;I do not block lanes or iles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't not curse if someone bumps into me, I do not butt in fornt of someone while they are carefully looking at food labels or prices. I take what parking spots are available.&lt;br /&gt; I Do not circle the parking lot looking for a close spot right next to the doors.  Nor do I pretend to be pregnant or handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;I sure as hell don't give people dirty looks when there child throws a tantrum, or cuts me off.  I don't complain about the line .. these people have a big job to do believe it or not.. it is tiring ringing in groceries.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually very very tolerant of people. Especially at the grocery store because i know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as SOME people enter those doors, they throw out any inhibition and it becomes a scene from Micheal Jackson's thriller.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went and parking in an ordinary space when I started walking to the front doors when apparently this man thought he was at LOWE'S speedway and zoomed pass cars, children and adults.  he plopped himself in a Handicapped parking space pulled out the old blue sign that hangs on your mirror jumps out of the car and runs through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;( mmmmmmm are you really handicapped)&lt;br /&gt;He makes it to the post office 2 seconds before I do. Well worth it right as i was walking.&lt;br /&gt;I squint my eyes at him hopping someone was watching that.  I thought maybe he would feel my disapproval at the back of his neck. All he did was hock some spit, and pull up his faded jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I was also feeling proud of my cart full of healthy choices and was heading to the front of The store when a couple was blocking the space between carts .. i patiently waited and waited for them to move and when the did the looked at me as if I just showed up and was now blocking them.. they were just talking in the middle of the front of the bloody store.. with no cart.&lt;br /&gt;So I HAD TO MOVE  because apparently it makes more sense for the person who just waited 10 minutes off to the side to move for 2 people with nothing in their hands. ( ASSHOLES)  People do this all the time. specially if I have my children the look at me as if my children are in their way.. when they are solo and it is much easier for them to stand ring side then me, little G and a cart full of groceries and a new born.&lt;br /&gt;Well I could go on but rudeness will start to creep in.( tee hee)&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to flee from the little corner or HEll and make it to my car unharmed.  I keept my eyes down cast in case one of these grocery store zoombies came after my perfectly working cart and try to steal it or eat my brains.. because it was on sale.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end this post  with a please please.. make me a grocery store.. just for me.. where all the sackville idiots stay out ....&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I love being perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-250100901817563877?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/250100901817563877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=250100901817563877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/250100901817563877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/250100901817563877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/movvve-it.html' title='MOVVVE  IT'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-6272930551046324451</id><published>2007-01-03T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:36:33.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>Well I hope everyone's new years was great.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was low key.&lt;br /&gt;Colin and I stayed home and put the kids to bed and had a few glasses of wine then went to bed after we watched our movies.&lt;br /&gt;WE had a nice cuddle and  an actual conversation.  Life is so busy we haven't really done that.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my holidays dearly. they felt very together and very full of love and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to exciting here.&lt;br /&gt;I have been using a program called turbo jam for about a month now, to try and loose some weight. To try and be successful.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;Well Will post when I have something interesting to write.&lt;br /&gt;Right now  I am off to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-6272930551046324451?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6272930551046324451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=6272930551046324451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6272930551046324451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6272930551046324451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-4179859851471875164</id><published>2006-12-28T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:48:18.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>ALLL OVER</title><content type='html'>Christmas was here and gone in what seems like a flash. &lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to remember here, as G really was excited for Santa to visit.&lt;br /&gt;When he came up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morn, he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;astonished&lt;/span&gt; by all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; gifts( and as you will see in pictures there were a ton, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;famlie&lt;/span&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, " mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Loooook&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;allllll&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;giffffts&lt;/span&gt;" in a drawl that was a tad bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Western&lt;/span&gt; and a tad bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;southern&lt;/span&gt;.  He wasn't sure if he could open them, so his big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; eyes looked at me pleadingly and I said lets sit down and open them all.&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; excited I don't think he knew where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tree, he grew tired and wanted to play with his toys.&lt;br /&gt;I think he must have over 500 dinkies now.&lt;br /&gt;C and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; embarrassed by this. I should take a picture of just his dinkies.. the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; can stone me or through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; at me.. something!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad came down for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; opening of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; gifts.  We watched TV with Greg in our room until they arrived.. he had no clue...... this will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; last year of that.  It was great to have my mom and dad there to open gifts with us. Then we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hearty&lt;/span&gt; breakfast put on by my hubby.  It was fit for kings.  Poor W slept through it all. He was spoiled also make no mistake!&lt;br /&gt;I cooked a huge Turkey for like 6 or 7 people when it was just &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; and I ( kids too but what do they eat really).  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; wanted us to stay home and make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; din for us.  It was yummy and the turkey was big ( yes repeating myself) and moist. I loved doing it and will probably do it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;My Hubby out did himself for me this year.  I feel a little sheepish as I couldn't go all out but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; owe him something,( get your mind out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; gutter.. but that might work)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;massage&lt;/span&gt; chair, a stocking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;filled&lt;/span&gt; with relaxing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;products&lt;/span&gt;, tanning sessions( can't wait), and last but not least a date in a box( all prepaid just have to plan the night). &lt;br /&gt;This night will consist of a movie, dinner, drinks at the fireside, hotel stay of my choice, and breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Smitty's&lt;/span&gt; the next day ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; our thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away at the planning and little cards made by him, and the gift certificates sought out. I can't wait to go on our date.&lt;br /&gt;I love C with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are a romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; Hope all of you had a great holiday's,  I am looking for a low key New years with movies and games with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now.. check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;flicker&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; photo's&lt;br /&gt;By the way our tree and lights and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; decor GONE.. when it's over it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Mama J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-4179859851471875164?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4179859851471875164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=4179859851471875164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4179859851471875164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4179859851471875164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/alll-over.html' title='ALLL OVER'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-5991021808257824535</id><published>2006-12-24T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:34:06.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>Veiwer Descretion advised</title><content type='html'>So I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt; discuss poop on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; blog.. but this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; blog worthy.&lt;br /&gt;this Morn ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve) at about 4:40am I was up with W feeding and cuddling and yawing away.&lt;br /&gt;When he decided to have a poop.&lt;br /&gt;His poops people are like smelly, green ice creams. You know at dairy queen where it comes out in a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gooey&lt;/span&gt; strip. that is how he poops.. long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gooey&lt;/span&gt; green egg smelling strips.&lt;br /&gt;I have this changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;procedure&lt;/span&gt; down to a science where he doesn't get any on his legs or heels, where he makes minimal mess and is a smelly yet fairly unpainful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;( for me)&lt;br /&gt;This morn as I was reaching for a wipe, I was holding up his legs so he wouldn't put his feet in the poop.. when from his bowels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;erupted&lt;/span&gt; a fart that startled the cats as well as me.. what followed no MOTHER should ever endure.. I mean isn't labour bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;The fart was not just a fart( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tanya&lt;/span&gt; do you remember that saying "that wasn't a fart") well it wasn't next thing I knew I was splattered with green goo .. all over my shirt all over my NEW glasses, my face people my face.&lt;br /&gt;Well there went any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;preciseness&lt;/span&gt; I had for my boy I let his legs drop and he was also covered. I grabbed a clean wipe threw off my glasses and did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best I could to clean my face. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Looked&lt;/span&gt; down... it was on my pants and the floor too. It was as If someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; a champagne bottle and shook it.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; spray going everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it /. I just made a sad pitiful noise I have never heard myself make noise.. and cleaned him up.&lt;br /&gt;I had to finish feeding him and put him back to bed... full of  SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Green egg smelling shit.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was done I made way for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; shower and cleaned up.. falling into bed still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My husband and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; cats are still laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;Merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-5991021808257824535?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5991021808257824535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=5991021808257824535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5991021808257824535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/5991021808257824535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/veiwer-descretion-advised.html' title='Veiwer Descretion advised'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-7625759103235371844</id><published>2006-12-20T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:23.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>hummpphhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RYlbUHXxYcI/AAAAAAAAABo/xo5WY8tz5bA/s1600-h/P1171061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010636461560652226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RYlbUHXxYcI/AAAAAAAAABo/xo5WY8tz5bA/s320/P1171061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RYlbJnXxYbI/AAAAAAAAABg/XISZN1xxQNk/s1600-h/P1171055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010636281172025778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RYlbJnXxYbI/AAAAAAAAABg/XISZN1xxQNk/s320/P1171055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is my attempt at christmas photo's with the kids!  The end result was very cute ( see picture on right) but this first photo is by far my favorite! W is smiling and G is just plan bored of the whole situation.. plus he has been forced to sport that red hat and hold this thing every one keeps calling his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The torture I have put him through.  I am waiting for child protective services to show up any minute for putting him through this ordeal and now posting it online!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How dare I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how much happier our first born is without even having to touch or sit close to his brother. It's almost as if he has forgotten he is even in the room... this I will remind them of when they are best of friends a life time from now.  W just lights up when ever G is around.. it is an ungoing silent battle that goes on daily here.. and I can only laugh at how cute it is and Know that it won't last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't right I mean if it does it won't be so cute anymore and I will be posting photo's of police showing up at my door for black eyes and broken window's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets hope we don't hit that disfunctional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holiday's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-7625759103235371844?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7625759103235371844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=7625759103235371844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/7625759103235371844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/7625759103235371844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/hummpphhh.html' title='hummpphhh'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RYlbUHXxYcI/AAAAAAAAABo/xo5WY8tz5bA/s72-c/P1171061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1066620782249115750</id><published>2006-12-14T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:58:57.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm fuzzies'/><title type='text'>whaaa</title><content type='html'>G: " Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: " yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;G: " we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wimply&lt;/span&gt; having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dondurful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; time"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wimply&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;G:" frustrated voice.." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wimply&lt;/span&gt; having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dundurful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;timmmmmmmeeeee&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Silent then realizes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; background... the song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Simply&lt;/span&gt; having a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time? is playing.&lt;br /&gt;Mama" yes G we are simply having a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; time."&lt;br /&gt;G: big hug and smile and keeps on singing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-1066620782249115750?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1066620782249115750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=1066620782249115750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/1066620782249115750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/1066620782249115750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/whaaa.html' title='whaaa'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-3641367255674946745</id><published>2006-12-10T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:23.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Tis the Season'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXy3aRVrbvI/AAAAAAAAABM/LBZBm2MlJyM/s1600-h/P1030943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007078547687960306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXy3aRVrbvI/AAAAAAAAABM/LBZBm2MlJyM/s320/P1030943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite thing to do every night is drink a hot chcolate or coffee or tea in front of my christmas tree all lit up.. with the house lights all off and play a christmas song or two. ahh christmas cozy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Egg nog with Rum does the trick as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What your christmas cozy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-3641367255674946745?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3641367255674946745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=3641367255674946745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/3641367255674946745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/3641367255674946745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season&apos;'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXy3aRVrbvI/AAAAAAAAABM/LBZBm2MlJyM/s72-c/P1030943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-6107734352243840314</id><published>2006-12-05T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:24.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV-QQ9V3iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gF0025mRIL0/s1600-h/P1020922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005045378787434018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV-QQ9V3iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gF0025mRIL0/s320/P1020922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV95g9V3hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zlfmVX_BWMA/s1600-h/P1030934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005044987945410066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV95g9V3hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zlfmVX_BWMA/s320/P1030934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV9vg9V3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ibCEsAE2lgs/s1600-h/P1020916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005044816146718210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV9vg9V3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ibCEsAE2lgs/s320/P1020916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as you may have already guessed the christmas spirit.. flew up my pants and bit me in the tuckus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have decorated our Tree and our home. Lights and glitter all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G has played an interactive roll in being a big brother and has been a wonderful brother for little W. In fact G has been helping with everything these days.. he aims to please and we are so very proud.   Our first snow was here in NS last night and as we thought it was only a few flurries we headed out to the grocery store. yeah let me just sum that up.. Sitting in icy traffic with 2 screaming kids in the back seat and Dumb asses that are still not ready for winter driving EVERYwhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to say is ..... Sackville.. it's december it's winter and yes We often get unexpected weather.... WTF. Put your snow tires on and get used to it.  The first snow storm always gives people Deer in headlights syndrome.  I am so happy that I above eryone know what's  going on.. for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics soon.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-6107734352243840314?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6107734352243840314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=6107734352243840314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6107734352243840314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/6107734352243840314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXV-QQ9V3iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gF0025mRIL0/s72-c/P1020922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-4933818482034791823</id><published>2006-12-02T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:19:24.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXH5pA9V3dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gn4YFkocBIo/s1600-h/rudolph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004055144012570066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXH5pA9V3dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gn4YFkocBIo/s320/rudolph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I have to say is .. The holiday Season is never complete without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-4933818482034791823?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4933818482034791823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=4933818482034791823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4933818482034791823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/4933818482034791823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/eeeeeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5jl-3dCJQc/RXH5pA9V3dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gn4YFkocBIo/s72-c/rudolph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-2380083117375062911</id><published>2006-12-02T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:31:39.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chirstmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ahh the feelingof the holidays have started to set in.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that have gotten me in the christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shortbread cookies( home made by G and I )&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas tunes while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Glittery decorations&lt;br /&gt;4.Pulling out the tangled mess of decorations fom my closet.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrapping christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;6. G excited about Santa.&lt;br /&gt;7. G loving his advant calander.&lt;br /&gt;8. Having a new addition to shop and prepare for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;9. Short bread cookies.&lt;br /&gt;10. Roudolph the red nosed reibdeer, christmas special... you know the old fashioned version where his nose goes EEEEEEEEEEE. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;11. candy canes and hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been less then christmasy.&lt;br /&gt;Today it is 6 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a complaint, it's a disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;What gets you christmasy!&lt;br /&gt;leave me a comment let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-2380083117375062911?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2380083117375062911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=2380083117375062911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/2380083117375062911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/2380083117375062911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116472088330293194</id><published>2006-11-28T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:34:43.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ears</title><content type='html'>You always know that little ears could be listening when you talk... But when the little ears hear then store away certain words for any occasion it becomes a brutal reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far G has just started to spew words&lt;br /&gt;Asshole&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;and shit!&lt;br /&gt;yes many more intelligent words have some out of his mouth in recent weeks, but these tthese words are his way of trying to be like Mommy and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;the thing is he didn't say them right after he heard them but waited for some time, until in front of a crowd at a recent birthday party for our friends son!&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died... Because everyone was thinking we know where he got THAT from don't we!&lt;br /&gt;Well I know he is trying to fit in to the adult world and seem I dunno "cool" but now the brutal realization of everything we say is being monitored........&lt;br /&gt;Oh fudge and freckles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116472088330293194?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116472088330293194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116472088330293194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116472088330293194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116472088330293194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-ears.html' title='Little ears'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116423575697921549</id><published>2006-11-22T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:49:16.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones</title><content type='html'>Not only am I weeping everytime I watch Oprah, I am still craving peanut butter, passing golf ball sized clots( see entry before this one), and the best yet....... When hugging company I am suddenly aware my breasts have decided to leak... Leaving a rather awkward conversation to follow and end result of me shoving more cabbage in my bra.....&lt;br /&gt;need I say more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116423575697921549?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116423575697921549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116423575697921549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116423575697921549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116423575697921549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/hormones.html' title='Hormones'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116421407786855682</id><published>2006-11-22T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:47:58.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Balls</title><content type='html'>Since I have given birth I have felt amazingly well. My stiches healed barley any discomfort in comparison to my first child.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after buzzing around the house, I felt a huge gush in the noony area.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting Little Baby W a bottle and he was just a screaming for his meal. This gush came once again and as I started to walk I knew that something was a bit irregular.&lt;br /&gt;I propped up Little W and gave him his bottle( a little hands free) I had to because I could tell I was just soaking through my clothes at this point.&lt;br /&gt;That I was as I went to the bathroom, There was massive amounts of blood and ( this is more gross than anything) large golf ball size&lt;br /&gt;and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;So I called my practicioner and went to the hospital on her advice.&lt;br /&gt;To make a long and well not so internet appropiate story... Short, All is well in my uterine area and if this happens again I am being set up for an ultrasound. The do believe it was left over material from my afterbirth that finally let go. They say better out than in so infection isn't caused.&lt;br /&gt;It was scary to see so much blood after feeling so well and thinking I was out of the woods .. So taking it easy for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I am glad I am not going through another pregnancy ever again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116421407786855682?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116421407786855682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116421407786855682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116421407786855682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116421407786855682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/golf-balls.html' title='Golf Balls'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116404146503297142</id><published>2006-11-20T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:32:22.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where&gt;&gt;....</title><content type='html'>Um has anyone seen my pictures I posted.. What the hell blogger what the hell... I am trying to run a web site here... Anyone else having blogger problems?&lt;br /&gt;Should have went with something else.. I knew it.. grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night The fam was watching A Christmas vacation( the Griswalls) and the one swear word in the whole movie and Mr G decided he was going to add it to his vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fuckin" my first born proudly announced his new found word in all his glory. WE have left the safe zone people he hears and knows all things adult now.... What's next.&lt;br /&gt;I better go buy condoms.... The girls might start calling.&lt;br /&gt;te hee.&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood has been great and although little W has been a tad gassy. and I have had numerous nights camped out on the couch using a bassinet instead of crib for W..... It has been a week of minor chaos.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my bed though.&lt;br /&gt;Little G has been adjusting well to brotherhood. He gets jealous of Daddy more so then anything but he loves his brother and has already acted out in brotherly duties... Such as hiding Little W's toys. So much to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh my beautiful boys.&lt;br /&gt;Soon time for me to start my &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/jump.jsp?itemID=176&amp;itemType=CATEGORY&amp;amp;path=1,2,21"&gt;TURBO JAM&lt;/a&gt; routine.. Can't wait to loose the pounds people.... Yes I want MILF status ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll post some more pics and hopefully a pretty red X WON"T appear in it's place.&lt;br /&gt;TA TA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116404146503297142?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116404146503297142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116404146503297142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116404146503297142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116404146503297142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-oh-where.html' title='Where oh where&gt;&gt;....'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116377888973312996</id><published>2006-11-17T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:54:55.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Willy style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC140865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC140865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC160870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC160870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC160873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/320/PC160873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some more pics to enjoy.. all I really have time for right now..... Busy busy with lackof sleep and piling up landry.. all things considered this experience has been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;A house full of boys!&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cat cashaare the only estrogen....&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116377888973312996?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116377888973312996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116377888973312996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116377888973312996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116377888973312996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-willy-style.html' title='Big Willy style'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116352915541089758</id><published>2006-11-14T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:11:20.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>He's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC100788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC100788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC090776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC090776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC090777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC090777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE WCKW  has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;He was born November 10th 2006 at 12:43 am. As soon as I was 10 cm it took me 25 mnutes to push him out into my loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;He weighed in at 7 pounds 12 ounces.&lt;br /&gt;He is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics.. I am currently trying to make bread and peal potatoes.. while amusing greg... I keep skipping around the house.... william is sleeping well and feeding well.. greg is jealous but very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;my family is complete and I am in utter state of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116352915541089758?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116352915541089758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116352915541089758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116352915541089758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116352915541089758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116301926149852230</id><published>2006-11-08T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:54:21.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3cm</title><content type='html'>So I am finally starting the birthday process, I reached three cm last night after much pain and walking and an overnight stay in the hospital ... But now I am home and my body has just decided to stop!&lt;br /&gt;I hoped with this lack in progress they would induce me right away.... But as we can see I'm home with after shock pain and awaiting this little bundle of joy as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;I have a Dr's appointment tomorrow and I hope she it's gets the ball rolling and starts the inducement as this process has been a long exhausting road and it's only the start!&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking in....... Wish me pain and dilation!&lt;br /&gt;Mama J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116301926149852230?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116301926149852230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116301926149852230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116301926149852230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116301926149852230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/3cm.html' title='3cm'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116282175165261752</id><published>2006-11-06T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:02:31.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>41 weeks and counting.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PB300782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PB300782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PB300788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PB300788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times a tickin.. As I reach and pass my due date.. I honestly feel like this baby is going to snuggle up with my organs until Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a cold over the past few days where as I don't anticipate the baby as much right now.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to pass off yuckky cold germs to my newborn so early in the outside world. Maybe this is why the little darling is staying in the oven!&lt;br /&gt;I was however so sure I would go early this time around. Even my Dr thought so... sooo I guess I should know not to listen to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I have been off for exactly one month now, enjoying my extra sleep( well minus the fact I pee every hour and G is up at least twice a night)... But still maybe an hour extra then new born baby sleep right??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my moth off has given me the time to prepare my self for the new addition as well as enjoy my G. Catching some extra TV time has been fun too.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly.. The picture I am posting describes how this late pregnancy is making me feel.&lt;br /&gt;I will always dye my hair.. Especially if this is how I really looked !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116282175165261752?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116282175165261752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116282175165261752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116282175165261752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116282175165261752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/41-weeks-and-counting.html' title='41 weeks and counting.......'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116257274525062341</id><published>2006-11-03T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:52:25.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PB300771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/320/PB300771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PB300768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/320/PB300768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mom and G&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116257274525062341?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116257274525062341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116257274525062341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116257274525062341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116257274525062341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween Pics'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116221605454444437</id><published>2006-10-30T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:47:34.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger possessed</title><content type='html'>Okay in the true spirit of Halloween my blog seems to have developed a mind of it's own.&lt;br /&gt;Publishing things I delete, then deleting things I have published.&lt;br /&gt;So I am hoping this post actually goes through.&lt;br /&gt;We had hail here for all of 2 minutes in NS. Just when the skies had parted their clouds to show MR. Golden Sun, down came the huge white balls of hail.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am miss ing the apocalypse as I write this entry.&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk Hallows eve shall we?&lt;br /&gt;G is going as a ghost ( he tells me daily he does not want to dress up... And maybe he will do it Saturday). I usually dress up every year but this year I'm going as A.. Dah dah dah Pregnant lady. ( i know so original)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this will be the night of the birthing as it is an unusual and exciting day all in it's own.&lt;br /&gt;we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;So what are the rest of you doing for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up, have you already had your parties? Who's eaten almost a whole box of Halloween candy ??( okay I guess just me)&lt;br /&gt;Do fill me in&lt;br /&gt;ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116221605454444437?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116221605454444437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116221605454444437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116221605454444437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116221605454444437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-possessed.html' title='Blogger possessed'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116169651068640295</id><published>2006-10-24T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:28:30.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time their lived a little brown and grey mouse. She kept to her self and was very content living in the woods. Miss mouse went out at night to bring home her groceries as she slept all day, and there were too many People out and about that time of day. Miss mouse felt thought of the night was safer and much more productive.&lt;br /&gt;This particular night was a night she would never forget, and as she stepped out of her safe little haven she found herself transformed.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool night, many more leaves had fallen on the ground. As miss mouse ventured through her usual routine nothing prepared her for what was about to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;In the thicket a white and orange cat, by the name of casha was waiting patiently to pounce on miss mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Miss mouse had just found a delightful place to pick up groceries when she heard a loud noise and felt a looming presence behind her. Next thing there was a peering pain in her neck and she was being carried out of the forest close to a huge building, which was always off limits.&lt;br /&gt;Miss mouse was sure this was her night to die.&lt;br /&gt;She was flooded with heat as the cat entered the building. There was activity galore here .. Loud noises, laughter and the sweet smell of food. Finally the cat put her down.&lt;br /&gt;Dazed she scampered under a shelf, the cat's yellow hunter eyes watched every move she made.&lt;br /&gt;Soon out of fear and bravery miss mouse made a run for it. In the background she hear a woman's voice say..... "Oh my god Casha brought in a mouse and it's alive"&lt;br /&gt;Next thing Miss mouse was being chased by a large man with a dust pan, she scampered every where and finally found solace behind a dishwasher, where luckily there were many stale crumbs to subsain her through the night!&lt;br /&gt;As the days went on, the orange killer had forgotten she was even in the house and the family that lived here kept saying loudly.. "Come out mouse we will set you free!" She hardly believed that.&lt;br /&gt;after 2 long days Miss mouse decided to venture out during the day when it was quiet and try to find her way home.&lt;br /&gt;Before long as she investigated the kitchen a women came at her with a bucket trying to capture her.&lt;br /&gt;She retred back to her place behind the dishwasher which was quickly running out of crumbs. Plus miss mouse was thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;That night miss mouse went out again, finding a water source that she quickly realized was the cats dish. She too k her share of drink and then proceeded to relieve herself in the left over water.&lt;br /&gt;The next day she went out again during the day( same time) and the woman had a large belly and had a little boy who she seemed more concerned about then a little harmless mouse.&lt;br /&gt;she was wrong. On this day she captured miss mouse in a plastic container and showed her to her little boy and even took a picture of this harmless Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;well miss mouse showed her because as she took me to a large glass door she leapt out of the container and ran back to the dishwasher.. Laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;that night when no one was around she investigated the large glass door and saw her freedom flash before her eyes...... That woman and her child were trying to let me out!&lt;br /&gt;Miss mouse proceeded to make her self comfortable and entered the living area of the house popping up a storm and investigating every crook and crany.&lt;br /&gt;Next day same time miss mouse came out went in shoe closet, went in bathroom and let this round bellied woman chase her all over the house. The round Woman cleaned up all miss mouse's mess (SHIT) and cleaned all toys that her little boy played with, as well as swept and crumb available.&lt;br /&gt;Afain that day miss mouse came out and the Tall man was home, he caught her and took her through the glass door, no pictures this time.&lt;br /&gt;He also flung miss mouse in a spiraling death throw off the deck.&lt;br /&gt;Miss mouse landed on the cool ground feeling very dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;After some time she mad her ay back to the woods to tell the tale of her adventure.&lt;br /&gt;That night the woman stored away the traps whe would have used to KILL the nuisance that lived in her house.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that she didn't have to kill this new friend that shit all over her front room.&lt;br /&gt;That is the story of miss mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116169651068640295?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116169651068640295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116169651068640295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116169651068640295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116169651068640295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116109049675662127</id><published>2006-10-17T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:08:16.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Well here I am writting this post at 9:54 am. I have just just gotten out of bed and made breakfast for G and I. G didn't wake up until 9 am and he layed in bed with me falling in and out of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;should I feel guilt y that we are starting breakfast at brunch time!?&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a few more weeks there will be no more of that huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116109049675662127?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116109049675662127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116109049675662127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116109049675662127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116109049675662127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116100736486240539</id><published>2006-10-16T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:02:44.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary to me! 2 years ago today C and I tied the knot.&lt;br /&gt;It has been five years since we started our lives together and each day we grow stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;We both say we pictured LIFE differently. More money, more flexibility, maybe even more opportunities. One lasting thing that has made all of that easier to deal with is our love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;My C is an amazing man. He does so much for me and my family, and is a joy to cuddle ( for those of you who haven't....Sorry I don't like to share)&lt;br /&gt;the biggest thing that made me fall in love with C all over again, was how he was as a father. He took this role as if he has done it every day of his life, never ceasing to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he loves me daily, and still manages to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;He has gone through two pregnancies supportive and by my side... Loving me as my butt grew.&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing and I love him so very much.&lt;br /&gt;I thank the world daily for landing such a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;To my C&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116100736486240539?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116100736486240539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116100736486240539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116100736486240539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116100736486240539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116074644651267157</id><published>2006-10-13T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:17:47.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>Well this morn as G and I were forcing ourselves out bed, my dear C called and informed me, he was switching from Community Transit to a convential Route as soo a's he could.&lt;br /&gt;He just recently struggled with this decsion as Community transit is more family oriented. Reason being......... Well there is many, but The reason he finally came to terms with this decsion is because the are eventually merging and he will loose his seniority when it all becomes conventional ( starting again from the bottom in 6 months)&lt;br /&gt;So he ( and I do believe he has wanted it all along) will be a regular Bus man.. Downtown driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation on money goes a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;" mama j just think of the money, you may be able to stay home and never work again"&lt;br /&gt;Me blinking into the phone thinking..... Is he really saying that&lt;br /&gt;" no honey I will be working"&lt;br /&gt;" well maybe eventually" he adds&lt;br /&gt;" after we pay off debt right?!" yeah that would be good.. No debt and plus I am enjoying being home but in no no nono way I'm I going to do it for the rest of my life. I enjoy Working.. I may go back to school to better myself but in no way Am I going to be at home for the rest of my life ( no offence to ANYONE who does it now..) It's just not for me!&lt;br /&gt;plus does he honestly think he will be making enough to substain my shopping habits and raise two kids.&lt;br /&gt;God love him for trying though huh.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he doesn't think I never want to work .. I just need a break from year to year. LOL&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I am happy he has made the decsion to go conventional... But now sadly I know I will see less of him then ever before. That is something we will need to get through together.&lt;br /&gt;so there is my vent..&lt;br /&gt;No New Baby yet.. Every day I wait.. And every day no little munchin.&lt;br /&gt;TA TA for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116074644651267157?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116074644651267157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116074644651267157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116074644651267157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116074644651267157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116039947667725155</id><published>2006-10-09T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:11:16.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery</title><content type='html'>WEll there is certainlly a mystery  into a favorite saying of my litle G!&lt;br /&gt;He has adopted saying "I'm wearing my come back pants"... "come on mommy daddy... my come back pants!"&lt;br /&gt;we thought Combat pants.. but he says no no.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what these are.. but when he is wearing them, he loves to run!&lt;br /&gt;tee hee&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116039947667725155?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116039947667725155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116039947667725155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116039947667725155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116039947667725155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/mystery.html' title='mystery'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-116013855682967775</id><published>2006-10-06T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:42:36.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early!</title><content type='html'>Well I was at my weekly Drs appointment yesterday ( thank you mom for driving me then staying in the car while G slept) and she thinks I MAY go EARLY!!!!!!! Oh wouldn't that be nice. Even with all the chaos in my home I would love to have my body back to some normalcy. Part of me believes this rumor of birthing before due date, but do you guys know my luck yet?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly have given my whole self into believing it 100%&lt;br /&gt;Also as G climbs in bed with me( every morn at 8 am) and amuses himself with books, or toys to let ME sleep for an extra 20 minutes to a half an hour.. I think I probably shouldn't wish good things away.&lt;br /&gt;G and I are finally having some bonding time,and I am loving every minute of it. Even the cranky times, so I guess wanting baby # 2 is a selfish and anxious motherly want. ( before the due date of course, because everyone wants baby #2 to come)&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I am fighting with my self!&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what the weeks bring huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Breast cancer facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chances of having breast cancer, by age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age 20 1 in 2152&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;age 30 1 in 251&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age 40 1 in 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age 50 1 in 36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age 60 1 in 26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age 70 1 in 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ever in ones life span 1 in 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Interesting how the numbers drastically change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mama J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-116013855682967775?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116013855682967775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=116013855682967775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116013855682967775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/116013855682967775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/early.html' title='Early!'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115988135202476428</id><published>2006-10-03T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:15:52.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/breast%20cancer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/breast%20cancer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think pink this month ladies. It is National Breast cancer awareness month. So if you put on pink socks think of those affected by breast cancer. Got it ? GOOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now listen up. I have done a little light reading in my down time, and this subject is of interest tome since I lost my Grandmother to Cancer. She started with breast cancer, but unfortunately they didn't catch all the cancer cells and it spread to her lungs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My story with breast cancer: As a young girl I lived with my grandparents. Mom was a widow and a young mother. She had a great support system in my grandparents. I was and am still very close to them( my grandfather is still living) I was about 7 or eight years old when my grandmother came into the living room while I was drawing to talk to me. She was wearing a white blouse and black slacks. As she carried on a conversation with me I noticed a spec of blood on her blouse where her nipple was. I pointed it out and she hurried off to her bedroom to change. Being very worried about my Nana I went and found mom and told her what happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon after there were trips to the hospital . Nana had know something was wrong for some time, but being very old fashioned she never wanted to go to The Dr in fear of hearing bad news. Unfortunately for her she left it too late and had to have her breast removed. She also went through chemo, and back then( and now) chemo was a very nasty ordeal. My Nana was Ill. Although Mom and I put some fun I to it when we picked out her wigs and went shopping after she got better from her treatment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana loved life, her friends and family and her hobbies. After she got sick ( and now looking back as a women not a child) I see that she was worried for a shortened life and took more advantage of the time she had. She showed me her gel breast and also let me touch her scar. She wanted me to know that this was real. I WILL NEVER FORGET. I can still remember the way that gel breast felt in my hands,a and the light in her room. The sadness I felt when I saw her scar and the envy I felt for the courage my grandmother had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After some time Nana got sick again and her cancer was eventually in her lungs. Nana was very sick. Some details I care to keep to my self. I weep in memory of a women so beautiful become so fragile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother thought me much as a child and I feel she watches over me today, but one lesson I always feel near to my heart is to NOT wait until your breasts are bleeding to get them checked. They are yours check them monthly, have a Dr check them and if you find a tiny lump, get confirmation that it's not a fatty cyst. Request a mamaogram. It can happen to ANYONE and you don't need to be over 40 to have breast cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be listing facts all week...... Keep checking in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For anyone else who has lost a loved one to breast cancer, or cancer in general, my heart goes out to you. Put some pink on .. Remember them and remind yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115988135202476428?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115988135202476428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115988135202476428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115988135202476428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115988135202476428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/think-pink-this-month-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115979866986838518</id><published>2006-10-02T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:17:49.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night C and I decided to get ambitious...... We have needed to go through a lot of packed away belongings for some time now ....Well last night was the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up some.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back we( well I ) had an issue with the washer. Our water pipe leaks, if turned a certain way. I was not aware of the amount of water that leaked form this pipe, and did a load of wash. I however did not notice it leaking... And left it on ALLLLLLL DAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;I practically flooded the basement floor. I ruined the entrance to our bedroom( flooring, carpet and laminate) and created a rather musty smell. C was pissed but pleasant in regarding my absent mindedness... I felt like crap and instantly began to worry about MOLD.&lt;br /&gt;As we used our dehumidifier daily.. The smell went away.. And left was only a stain on the carpet and a slight bubble in the laminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fast forward 4 weeks or so. Life is going as normal, as we prepare to set up baby's room, which for no apparent reason is taking us WAYYYY TOO LONG!, and we decided to empty out closets find Halloween decorations and clean.&lt;br /&gt;WE went through all my totes, my pics and school books, all the memories I wanted to keep.. Plus a shit load more of stuff to store and not use. Well as we are getting prepared to load the closets back up with lighter and cleaner totes, we see what looked to C as grease. I knew immediately what is was.&lt;br /&gt;I crouch down feel the floor and touch the black substance.&lt;br /&gt;MOLD&lt;br /&gt;MOLD MOLD MOLD. In our son's closet who has asthma. Mold Because of me MOLD.&lt;br /&gt;We go to our room and clean out our closet and Guess what.. A different kind of mold. And more wet carpet.... Along with a ruined duvet Jill gave us for our weeding which I was just preparing to cover and put back on our bed as the nights get chillier.&lt;br /&gt;I cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Bleach took it right away... But the damage is done. I am devastated. I mean it is not the grooce mold you see on CSI or extreme home makeover, and it is a SMALL amount but I know it's from the fucking flood I created in our basemnet from a water hose drip leak that I never knew really leaked like That!&lt;br /&gt;okay so now we have started to throw out so many things, so much clutter. It is a eye opening experience, but I feel so responsible for runing our floor. Which we can not replace until spring at least. Now the Baby's room is on hold until the clutter is gone and reorganized and the mold is checked cleaned and painted over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh sometime the luck I have is unmistakably BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me luck&lt;br /&gt;the mold MAMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115979866986838518?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115979866986838518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115979866986838518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115979866986838518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115979866986838518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night-c-and-i-decided-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115962136980498636</id><published>2006-09-30T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:02:49.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well folks I am now officially off from work until the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bitter sweet day. I received so many presents from parents and children. G also received some presents as a BIG BROTHER. It was a day filled with ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morn, G climbed in bed with me, snuggled in and gave me a sleepy smile, I thought of how excited I am to just enjoy my time with just him and I, oh and C of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the baby comes too! It will be an adventure with two children I am sure. Anyway I am excited to watch shows during the day and cook some home cooked meals rather than buy quick fixes for my self. Time has been tight lately.&lt;br /&gt;Today me and the fam are heading to the valley.. To ... Go apple picking. I know not relay exciting but oh have to know. I have been doing this off and on over the years and I love it. I am going to get some pics of G amongst the fall decor and apples. I LOVE FALL.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to make apple crisp too. Holy moly I have gone domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway off to make some tea, because I feel very groggy still. Need to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting more often now that I am home!&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115962136980498636?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115962136980498636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115962136980498636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115962136980498636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115962136980498636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115910617395792625</id><published>2006-09-24T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:56:13.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Stones</title><content type='html'>The Rolling Stones have hit Halifax. Last night was their Bigger Bang concert held at the Halifax Commons. A stage was built and fences were erected and streets were closed down.&lt;br /&gt;They were not the only event hitting town last night, as a pre season NHL game was held at the metro center. Also a huskies game was on in which sorry to say they lost! A cruise ship was at dock where more than 8000 passengers unloaded to tour around Halifax.&lt;br /&gt;It was a night to remember for many. In spite of all the goings on's it rained from 4 pm through the night. Making the life of concert goers a wet one.&lt;br /&gt;My Parents partook in this history making event and said that the concert was well worth the money and the conditions of mother nature. You have to understand that my dad is the ultimate rolling stone fan, (Although modest and this being his first time seeing them live) His dream was to see them in concert. My father is NOT one to go to an outdoor concert. He likes the use of clean bathrooms and hates being bobbled by crowds of people, but this may have been the last time he ever had a chance to see them.&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream come true. When he told me this morn about his heart pounding experience, them emotion in his voice and the "little kid" like factor that went with it, made me well up with tears. He was awe struck that this band.. His band... Was 40 feet way from him, and all of his favorite tunes were played. At one point Mick and the boys came out close to the crowd and he swears that Keith Richard looked at him and smiled. I think he nearly fainted. Not out of love but just pure amazement. I mean think of the fact he has loved them since he was a teen. My dad is now 46 years old. This has been a life long admiration for a music group. All of his milestones could almost be marked by a rolling stones song.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud and jealous that he went. I wish I could have seen his face as the opening cords of " Start Me Up", were played. ( their opening song).&lt;br /&gt;So dear Dad I am so happy that you got to experience the Rolling Stones Live.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mama J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115910617395792625?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115910617395792625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115910617395792625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115910617395792625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115910617395792625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/rolling-stones.html' title='Rolling Stones'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115876145524896523</id><published>2006-09-20T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:10:55.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing again..</title><content type='html'>okay I deleted a large post of pics was that the problem.. helllllllllllllllppppppppppppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;mamaJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115876145524896523?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115876145524896523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115876145524896523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115876145524896523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115876145524896523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/testing-again.html' title='testing again..'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115861404429292608</id><published>2006-09-18T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:14:04.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little G VS the Belly</title><content type='html'>my odds are on little G. Let me tell you how angry my child has been with me.&lt;br /&gt;He is seeing red.. at his age this type of tantrum is well... the shits.  I wouldn't even call it a tantrum..... The child was pisssed off and I was going to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;All weekend the boy has been arguing with me, yet demanding all of my attention.  Things are changing in his life as he fosters more independence and is ecouraged to be a "big boy".  Little G has decided that being a "big boy" is far from his list of things to do..... along with following any structure at home.  As he tries to find his way with expressions and independence he keeps hearing form everybody that he has to help mommy, becuase he is going to be a "big Brother" soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G wants nothing more to be just G.  Dare I blame him, for being conviennced he is anything diffrent then he already is.  Although I sympatize I hardly enjoy the hitting, screaming, yelling, kicking spitting and anger that has been Directed at me.   I feel at a loss.  I love my son dearly but at this point in my motherly way.. I want to give him away.. just for a little while. It is acceptable right??&lt;br /&gt;No no   i would never.... but as my patinence wears thin and I accept every advice I have recieved.... everyday is a battle.  every day I love him more and try to show him........ I feel as if I have betrayed my own son with our new addition... but as all children do he will adjust.&lt;br /&gt;Love is key and staying firm with my ways is also key...... but hey this parenting stuff.. yeah its hard work( as if I didn't know being in my line of work).  Ijust hope as time passes this too shall pass, and we can have a day without the word No.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh outloud at this... Never will THAT HAppen.  WHen I am done at my job Litle G and Mamma J will have quality time together. which Ilook forward to. I think this will be a help and a relief for G.  Children have it pretty rough too.&lt;br /&gt;Mama J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115861404429292608?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115861404429292608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115861404429292608&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115861404429292608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115861404429292608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-g-vs-belly.html' title='Little G VS the Belly'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115781159380263502</id><published>2006-09-09T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:19:53.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little G</title><content type='html'>Little G and the sore pee pee.&lt;br /&gt;At 12 pm today I am heading down to a walk in clinic to check out what is going on with little man.  He is having trouble peeing and says his penis is owie.  He is in a great deal of discomfort and I feel helpless as what to do. Daddy is a work and i just don't know what to do.  At least with a  pee pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to let the professionals check it out. Lets hope it's nothing. Poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad it's the weekend. I am begining to swell up like a balloon, Knees ankle and my hands. My hands are most uncomfortable becasue I keep dropping things and when I type it's like my fingers are not attached to my hand! I Will be posting a belly pic this weekend.  It is alot bigger than before let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking in !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115781159380263502?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115781159380263502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115781159380263502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115781159380263502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115781159380263502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-g.html' title='Little G'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115728927922217627</id><published>2006-09-03T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:14:39.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey goodbye!</title><content type='html'>This has been the week of goodbyes. My dear friend Ter and my dear friend and co worker TC have left to move on to a bigger life.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than here that is!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week of tears and laughter but more memories were made this week to last a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some children leave from my class as well and  their stories of how they will remember me will forever stay close in my heart.  Children are so thoughtful. On little girl made me a heart and told me that this was her heart to mine so that if I missed her Iwould always have this heart. How touching is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I attend TC wedding. I can't wait as the wedding itself is at the dingle( beautiful for those of you who aren't NS readers) and the reception is board the Marr 2 on the halifax waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;Should be an interesting time.&lt;br /&gt; I have some pics to post but will do so tomorow as my long weekend continues.&lt;br /&gt;I am stil working out some designs for this website with out much luck and I want to get that up and running first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ter and TC I wish you all the best in your endevours and hope that The great North and LA treat you kind and give you some look to the future moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jilly I had so much fun with you and look forward to return to NS!&lt;br /&gt;Love Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115728927922217627?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115728927922217627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115728927922217627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115728927922217627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115728927922217627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-hey-hey-goodbye.html' title='Hey hey hey goodbye!'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115697851093825504</id><published>2006-08-30T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:55:10.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New</title><content type='html'>Here we are at my new and exciting blog. It seems more humble in some way. I hope that you all enjoy my new spot in the net.... I will post an interesting post this weekend. I have lots to do and lots to say , but no time to write it all out. So keep checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115697851093825504?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115697851093825504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115697851093825504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115697851093825504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115697851093825504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/08/brand-new.html' title='Brand New'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-115660118737883480</id><published>2006-08-26T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:06:27.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33381744-115660118737883480?l=thiswayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/115660118737883480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33381744&amp;postID=115660118737883480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115660118737883480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33381744/posts/default/115660118737883480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswayhome.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Mama J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
