<?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-12928271</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:45.580-05:00</updated><category term='General Whining'/><category term='Random Ramblings'/><category term='Random'/><category term='medical'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Brutus'/><title type='text'>My Life As A Middle Child - Putting Together The Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings and rantings of a hard working woman trying to balance out her life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-4706847044560119117</id><published>2008-09-23T07:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:57:09.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Just Rambling...  Because I Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, it's been somewhat of a productive morning.  So far, I have cooked breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, patched a hole in the bathroom wall, taped off all the trim in prep to paint the bathroom later today, checked out the want ads and have now put my 5th load of clothes in the washer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now, it's almost 8:00 so I had better get myself into the tub as I have to go to the home improvement store, electronics store, produce place and I have a lunch meeting.  I'm even gonna sneak a few minutes for me and hit the massage bed at the tan salon.  How did I ever find time to do things and work???  If it wasn't for that pesky thing called money that is needed to pay my bills, I think I could definitely get used to this being at home thing.  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;KGrams who is hoping to get all her errands run so that she can get the bathroom painted this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-4706847044560119117?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/4706847044560119117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=4706847044560119117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/4706847044560119117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/4706847044560119117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-rambling-because-i-can.html' title='Just Rambling...  Because I Can'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-272366051018333949</id><published>2008-09-15T09:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:19:38.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brutus'/><title type='text'>I've got..  nothing, naddo, zilch, zippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's another gloomy Monday and I feel the same way. I have for weeks now, no energy, no desire to do anything. I'm just totally wiped out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, to keep ya from having to look at the same old post, I'll be nice and put some random pics out here of my little man. He is now 11 weeks old and up to 2.7 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM55sUTVj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/wBDRnP9kv4Y/s1600-h/Family+Pics+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264418204225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM55sUTVj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/wBDRnP9kv4Y/s320/Family+Pics+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM56CxJOzyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lk8Pl-m15VI/s1600-h/Family+Pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264803903590178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM56CxJOzyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lk8Pl-m15VI/s320/Family+Pics+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; 8 Weeks Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM56einlw9I/AAAAAAAAABY/5u5D5KnWnFE/s1600-h/Family+Pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246265281040729042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM56einlw9I/AAAAAAAAABY/5u5D5KnWnFE/s320/Family+Pics+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asleep in Daddy's arm. Can you say SPOILED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM563fPcp3I/AAAAAAAAABg/lSsXZZlreng/s1600-h/Family+Pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246265709630891890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM563fPcp3I/AAAAAAAAABg/lSsXZZlreng/s320/Family+Pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During Hurricane Gustav - At least someone wasn't worried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM57WUJXPgI/AAAAAAAAABo/kFac6JAm5Cw/s1600-h/Family+Pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246266239228526082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM57WUJXPgI/AAAAAAAAABo/kFac6JAm5Cw/s320/Family+Pics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He did actually wake long enough to change positions. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok, that's all I've got for now.  Have a great day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-272366051018333949?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/272366051018333949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=272366051018333949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/272366051018333949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/272366051018333949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-got-nothing-naddo-zilch-zippo.html' title='I&apos;ve got..  nothing, naddo, zilch, zippo'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SM55sUTVj9I/AAAAAAAAABI/wBDRnP9kv4Y/s72-c/Family+Pics+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-2995916274605907985</id><published>2008-09-11T07:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:11:56.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Whining'/><title type='text'>It's one of those days....</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning and stated my normal routine of getting ready for work, laundry, cooking breakfast etc.  Seemed like any other day.  Then, I left my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a back way to work which is several miles out of the way, but it was quicker as they have set up a distribution site for food stamps the way I normally go and the traffic can be tied up for hours.  No biggie, I got over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I stopped to fill up my gas tank and the machine comes up with... would you like to purchase a car wash?  Took one look at my car and thought yes, I definitely need one.  When I finished pumping, pulled over to the car wash to see... Sorry, temporarily closed.  Grrrrrrrrrrrr Why did the gas pump ask me if I want one and then proceed to take my $8 if the car wash isn't working???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work and realize I forgot my lunch at home.  It was a really yummy lunch - leftovers from last night.  Grrrrr again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm early for work, I get out the paper that I picked up at the gas station to see what's happening this morning.  It's Monday's paper and today is Thursday.  Why did they have the old papers in the rack???  Shouldn't they be moved elsewhere?  Another Grrrrrrrrr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided I might as well get started working.  What's this... I have no internet and have to spend 15 minutes trying to get it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this before 8:00 am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KGrams who is thinking of going home, getting back in her bed and pulling up the covers to shut out the world today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-2995916274605907985?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/2995916274605907985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=2995916274605907985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2995916274605907985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2995916274605907985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s one of those days....'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-1894528401272845849</id><published>2008-09-05T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:38:15.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Getting it all back together</title><content type='html'>I survived my first hurricane!   I was amazed at how powerful it was (we aren't exactly on the gulf) and how VERY stressful it is.  Unfortunately, we got hit with the eastern wall of the eye.  Major damage to the area!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate that we did not have damage to our house, just downed trees and a huge amount of debris to clean up. (I'll post pics that I took later)  We were also lucky to get our power restored late on Thursday.  They are saying that some won't get power for another 4 to 5 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now as I'm too exhausted and stressed to type today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KGrams who really hates the name Gustav and isn't so excited hearing the name Ike right now either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-1894528401272845849?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/1894528401272845849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=1894528401272845849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1894528401272845849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1894528401272845849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-it-all-back-together.html' title='Getting it all back together'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-5879741457636608543</id><published>2008-08-29T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:48:09.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Hurricanes = People &amp; Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLhC5np6KJI/AAAAAAAAABA/mbg8yipPNMQ/s1600-h/Gustav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240011724110309522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLhC5np6KJI/AAAAAAAAABA/mbg8yipPNMQ/s320/Gustav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have y'all heard of this guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it appears that I am about to experience my first Hurricane. I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; apprehensive about it, but not as hyped up as most since I wasn't in LA for that big mean bitch they called Katrina or her almost as cranky sister Rita.  The b/f says he did have a few trees come down and lost power for several days. But hell, that can happen in any storm really. Went through that 2 summers ago in St. Louis.  So, I'm not panicked, just sitting back and waiting with my well stocked pantry, batteries and camping supplies nearby for in case they are needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's getting me is the total laziness and stupidity of people. For those of ya that remember, I work for that horrible business of insurance. Do you know how many people have called me today cause they have not bothered to purchase property insurance and suddenly need it today? Or just discovered the policy they have doesn't cover wind. It's like a zoo here! Come on people, it's called being RESPONSIBLE! You wait till a major hurricane is coming before you decide you need to buy coverage and then get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; cause the companies have stopped writing it?   Don't ya think people would've learned something from August 2005?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm just saying, think of this shit before the storm is projected to hit your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KGrams&lt;/span&gt; who is now not in the best of moods due to exhaustion and dealing with stupidity.&lt;/span&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/12928271-5879741457636608543?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/5879741457636608543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=5879741457636608543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/5879741457636608543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/5879741457636608543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricanes-people-stupidity.html' title='Hurricanes = People &amp; Stupidity'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLhC5np6KJI/AAAAAAAAABA/mbg8yipPNMQ/s72-c/Gustav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-1463826520383651391</id><published>2008-08-27T07:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:17:09.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And the Answers Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First of all, blogger is being a biatch... and has decided it will allow me to sign in and post comments on my own blog at it's convenience. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr So If ya have someone you like better and ya don't mind sharing, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are the answers to your questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (Asked by the &lt;a href="http://undercovermutha.wordpress.com//"&gt;Undercover Mutha&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.com//"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Where is Doodlebug/Grand baby and what is she up to?&lt;/span&gt; Doodlebug is still back in St. Louis. : ( I miss her tremendously!!! She is doing well, getting bigger everyday. I can't believe she is 3 1/2 years old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLVNok5aKCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ccavaOqAVTQ/s1600-h/xmas+2007+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179101010012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLVNok5aKCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ccavaOqAVTQ/s200/xmas+2007+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This pic was taken 12/27/07 when I went back to STL to spend some time with her for Christmas. Do NOT look at the fat chick in the pic - horizontal stripes are not a big girl's friend. LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. (Asked by the fab &lt;a href="http://blahggert.blogspot.com//"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why do you look so fantastically hot? Can I get some of what you're on?&lt;/span&gt; Please sister, I am so not hot, but thank you very much. I wish I could say I'm on something really good, but I'm not, it's called... willpower and it SUCKS big time. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. (From the ranting and raving &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.com//"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How did you lose the weight?&lt;/span&gt; I quit eating. That is I rarely eat junk food or fast food and I don't eat out. We cook at home every night and I take leftovers for my lunch. Also, I don't eat past 7:30 at night... I have now moved this rule up to 6:30 as I have quit losing and need to jump start it again. It has been a tremendous struggle involving a lot of willpower and walking for exercise. And that man of mine is nooooooo help at all. Do ya know what it's like to live with a coon ass that was taught to cook by his maw maw and loves to cook. The man is slowly killing me with good smells. I told him he needed to break my jaw for me so I could have my mouth wired shut... he wouldn't even help me out with that. Damn men. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. (Once again from the ranting and raving &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.com//"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What part of LA are you in?&lt;/span&gt; I'm down in South East Louisiana... BR.&lt;/p&gt;Anything else on your mind? If so, please comment as I love getting comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just received this in an email.  I laughed so hard... knew I had to share it with y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary on the beaches in Montego Bay , Jamaica . Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. People would say, 'What a peaceful &amp;amp;  lovingcouple' The local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.  The Husband replied: 'Well, it dates back to our honeymoon in America  ,' explained the man. 'We visited the Grand Canyon, in Arizona , and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon, by horse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled and she almost fell off. My wife looked down at the horse and quietly said, 'That's once.'  We proceeded a little further and her horse stumbled again. Again my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.' We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled for the third time my wife quietly removed a  revolverfrom her purse and shot the horse dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOUTED at her, 'What's wrong with you, Woman! Why did you shoot the poor animal like that, are you f*ckin crazy!?' She looked at ME, and quietly said, 'That's once.' And from that moment.....'we have lived happily ever after.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12928271-1463826520383651391?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/1463826520383651391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=1463826520383651391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1463826520383651391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1463826520383651391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-answers-are.html' title='And the Answers Are...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SLVNok5aKCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ccavaOqAVTQ/s72-c/xmas+2007+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-675723102835976715</id><published>2008-08-25T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:19:47.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Whining'/><title type='text'>Anyone got an Ark???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cause if Faye don't take her wet ass elsewhere soon, I'm gonna need one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;WTF, my first August in south Louisiana and has only been up in the 90's a few days and my yard looks like a swamp. I should have taken a picture of it yesterday, poor Brutus couldn't go outside as the standing water was up past his little legs.  (Makes note to start carrying camera around again for blogging pics.)   Guess that's what happens when global warming hits, everything gets hotter and dries up.  Send AL Gore here and let him take a look.  Better yet, never mind, he can stay where he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;KGrams who is seriously tired of rainy cool weather and is in bad need of some heat and major vitamin D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-675723102835976715?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/675723102835976715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=675723102835976715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/675723102835976715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/675723102835976715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone-got-ark.html' title='Anyone got an Ark???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-1206931773479963373</id><published>2008-08-22T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:49:46.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Inquiring Minds Want to Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all... a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the welcome backs and the positive comments.  Y'all are great for a girl's ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I noticed I have a LOT of clean up to do on my blog... correcting links and such, so bare with me in the next few weeks while I dust off the cob webs and get this thing back up and running.  With all the changes in my life, maybe I'll divorce this blogger bitch too and move onto someone else.  If ya got someone better ya really like, let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To answer your question TKW.. Yes, I am now living down in Louisiana.  WOO HOO, I'm now a Southern Girl!  I am soooo loving it.  Hey anytime I can pick out a xmas tree in shorts and flip flops, I am a happy camper woman.  I said sooooooooooo long to the ice and snow of the midwest and ain't missing it a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I know y'all are wondering WTF has she been doing and what is going on... like I said, a LOT happened in 2007/2008.  So, don't be shy (like some of you ever could be  hehehe) and ask away and I'll answer.  At least that way, it will give me something to blog about. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me first though... Where, oh where is Easily Amused???  I know she doesn't keep up her blog, but is she at least reading and commenting on y'alls?  Do I need to give her a sisterly nudge in the pants?  Not to worry, it won't be too hard of a nudge, I live 700 miles away from her now.  : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time to get back to work so....  Happy Friday and Have a Great Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-1206931773479963373?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/1206931773479963373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=1206931773479963373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1206931773479963373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1206931773479963373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/08/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='Inquiring Minds Want to Know...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-1504587353939008729</id><published>2008-08-21T13:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:49:16.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow, has it really been almost a year since I've posted. Why didn't someone poke me and wake my ass up??? (Mandy, I believe that is your job. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, A LOT has changed in the past 11 months....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's see, where do I begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) I lost my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2) I found a new even better job. YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3) Lost more weight. (Luckily I haven't found any of it to get ti back. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) I moved to a new State.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5) I have a new "Little Man" in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll start at the beginning.. On July 17, 1967 early one morning... no wait, that's waaaaaay to far back. How about we start with Sept 2007. When my bf found out that I had lost my job, he agreed that I should still come see him in Louisiana to recuperate from my surgery and should look for in Louisiana. I immediately started putting out my resume. I arrived on a Sat, had my first interview on Monday, my 2nd interview and hiring occurred on Friday. I picked him up from work (had to borrow his car, mine was still in Missouri) and said... I hope you really do love me, cause I just accepted the position and I'm staying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fast forward some.... the company decided to open a new office that is only 20/30 minutes from my house vs 2 hours and they asked me to run the office. So, now I have opened a new office and am marketing my butt off. YEAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, I have lost a few more lbs. Not an easy task when living in a State that loves to eat and with a man that can cook his ass off.  I haven't lost any in the past few months, but eventually I will take off my last 20 lbs to reach my 100lb goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's a current pic of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SK22ZLtcuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ao_s9uaylzg/s1600-h/New+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237042485458155554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SK22ZLtcuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ao_s9uaylzg/s320/New+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry it's not real good, but hard to take with a cell phone by yourself. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And now for the most exciting thing in my life... we have a new little man in our home. He is 8 weeks old, full of energy and spunk and such a joy to have around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SK23IAqYFaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9XrhvAp1YkY/s1600-h/Brutus.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237043289946330530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SK23IAqYFaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9XrhvAp1YkY/s320/Brutus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; This my friends is "Brutus".  Apparently, he does not realize that he is a tiny 1.7lb puppy that will only grow to be 4 lbs max.  He thinks he is a big tough guy and so was aptly named.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is all for now... Hey, I know it's not much, but it's the first time in a long time I've posted and it took me freaking 15 minutes just to get my password reset so give a girl a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hope to see y'all soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-1504587353939008729?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/1504587353939008729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=1504587353939008729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1504587353939008729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/1504587353939008729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/SK22ZLtcuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ao_s9uaylzg/s72-c/New+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-2930025282713928533</id><published>2007-09-15T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:43:44.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>The load just got heavier....</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I had reached my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into work on Friday morning to meet with my manager and go over what needs to be done on my desk for the next 4 weeks and to discuss what I can still do from home so they aren't left totally high and dry.  Instead, my manager had different plans for me... he gave me my walking papers.  So, now I'm on the couch recouping and putting together my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a happy weekend. I'll be back to post more, as soon as my head clears and I can think straight again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-2930025282713928533?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/2930025282713928533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=2930025282713928533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2930025282713928533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2930025282713928533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2007/09/load-just-got-heavier.html' title='The load just got heavier....'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-5641514575212367495</id><published>2007-09-12T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:33:39.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>I just earned myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a 4 1/2 week stay at home. Of course, this comes with only partial pay and I can't do anything. Grrrrrrrrrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I went back to work yesterday and have already over done it. My doctor has now reprimanded me and is making me take the full 6 weeks she originally told me I would have to be out. This is soooooo not going to be fun. I am not a stay at home and lay around kinda person. Not to mention that as I'm not supposed to be lifting, bending, stretching, etc.. it's a bit tough to do the daily things needed to maintain a house, like laundry, cleaning and grocery shopping. Hell, I can't even open the lid on the trash dumpster and throw my bag up high enough to get it in there. I did get an offer from a neighbor and his friend tonight that they would help me with taking out the trash...they said I could just throw it over the balcony with a can of beer and the would be happy to take it out for me. Yes, I have very sweet neighbors. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now for the really terrible part, what is 4 weeks of being house bound going to do with my weight loss plan? I have 27 more lbs to go before the end of the year. It was bad enough that I'm not allowed to use my elliptical machine or ab lounger, but now, parking my fat butt on my couch with nothing to do but watch tv, read and eat is definitely NOT going to help me attain that goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK, I must go now, time for me to go clean out anything in the cabinets and fridge that has any fat grams or calories lest I be tempted to put them in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-5641514575212367495?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/5641514575212367495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=5641514575212367495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/5641514575212367495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/5641514575212367495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-earned-myself.html' title='I just earned myself...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-2602781669717066145</id><published>2007-09-11T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:11:41.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What is my limit???</title><content type='html'>There is a saying that I truly believe in... God never gives us more than we can handle. Right now, I feel that God has way more faith in me then I have in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel that no matter what you do, it's not gonna be right? You try your best, do all that you can do, and it still isn't enough? Yep, that's where I'm at right now. I'm tired, exhausted and absolutely just worn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a LONG hard summer. Within the past 100 days, I have gotten divorced; moved into an apartment; my office moved (I was in charge of all data and voice cabling, server room, moving of all the servers, phone service, phone equipment, copiers/printers and had to personally disconnect and reconnect all the computers); went out of town twice and had 2 surgeries. Damn, no wonder I'm one tired girl. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there was one really bright spot... I met a really great guy. We went to Michigan together to see mutual friends and I just got back from visiting him in Louisiana. He is definitely what has kept my spirits up. So, I guess it's not all bad, there truly was a silver lining in my rain clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day back to work... boy was it a tough one to get through. My doctor wanted me to take six weeks off, but I got her to agree to one week off with the stipulation that I return with major restrictions of desk duty only. I'm guessing her idea of desk duty doesn't include me jumping up 40 times a day to go help someone with their computer. Hmmm, maybe I should have listened to her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is all I can ramble about for now as I'm exhausted. So, I'm gonna lay back, put an ice pack on my sore areas, say a little prayer to God to give me the strength I need to continue through the rest of this year and wait for Mr. Wonderful to call me and brighten up my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all... KGrams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquiring minds want to know... well, at least Mandy does. So, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I met a guy. I'll call him Big D. He and I have mutual friends that thought we would hit it off and got us to start chatting in yahoo. Little did our friends know that we really hit it off in many ways. Is that explanation enough how I met him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is from Louisiana. Yep, southern boy charm and the accent to go with it. As if that's not enough to melt ya, he is 6'1 with a great build and a great oh so sexy ass. This one fits all 3 of the major categories that I find sexy in a guy... Great tush, musician and a little bit of a bad boy. (Does this explain why I'm divorced from the last guy? LMAO) Ok, he is actually a teacher, but his first love is music. He has a great singing voice.. ask EA, she heard his CD in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more details or to see a pic, you'll have to call me. I'd call you but I had your number stored in my caller ID at the house and I lost all my numbers when I moved. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-2602781669717066145?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/2602781669717066145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=2602781669717066145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2602781669717066145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/2602781669717066145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-my-limit.html' title='What is my limit???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-3506809853189426291</id><published>2007-09-07T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:46:21.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I think I'm alive again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not sure if any of you remember me? Do you ever check to see if I've posted, just to see that my lazy ass has not? I certainly would not blame you if you gave up on me. Hell, I gave up on me for awhile. Well, sorry to tell you all, but I think I'm back. lol I know I'll never be able to catch up on everything everyone has been doing, so I'm gonna start at the here and now as that's what's really important anyway, as the past is the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've spent the past year doing a LOT of thinking, soul searching and making changes in my life. I am now 40 years old, 60 lbs lighter, divorced and living by myself for the first time in my life. (Even during my prior single days, I always had my son living with me.) Yes, I am a very happy woman for the first time in a really long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To make it up to ya just a bit, here is a picture of me and Doodlebug that was taken back in Feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/RuIMHjo9p6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VTbRRrxanfw/s1600-h/Kalyn___Gma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107658251357235106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/RuIMHjo9p6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VTbRRrxanfw/s320/Kalyn___Gma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, stay tuned for the laughter, tears and general hissy fits that you know I will be having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kgrams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-3506809853189426291?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/3506809853189426291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=3506809853189426291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/3506809853189426291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/3506809853189426291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-im-alive-again.html' title='I think I&apos;m alive again....'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZcjc3sW7Kw/RuIMHjo9p6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VTbRRrxanfw/s72-c/Kalyn___Gma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-116041754454092258</id><published>2006-10-09T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:13:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 2 Cute</title><content type='html'>It was another run about crazy kinda weekend. However, I did make it by &lt;a href="http://canwegetonwiththis.blogspot.com/"&gt;On the Go's&lt;/a&gt; house for a candle party. Look at Doodlebug and her new cousin... aren't they just too cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Kalyn%20004%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Kalyn%20002%20cropped.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Kalyn%20002%20cropped.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Kalyn%20004%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Kalyn%20004%20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kgrams who is too freakin tired to type anything longer than a couple of sentences today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-116041754454092258?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/116041754454092258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=116041754454092258' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/116041754454092258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/116041754454092258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-2-cute.html' title='Just 2 Cute'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115998717280438633</id><published>2006-10-04T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:56:13.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't take much...</title><content type='html'>I believe I'm done now and have returned to the world of happy camper land. WOO HOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove that it really wasn't that difficult and that I am pretty easy to please, it only took 3 things to occur in the same day/night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sweet email from a friend&lt;br /&gt;2) A great passed out kinda nights sleep (no alcohol was even involved)&lt;br /&gt;3) Construction worker doing a double take and stare at me this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, that last one did wonders for my ego (I didn't tell hubby, but the guy was pretty good looking himself).  So much in fact, that I actually thought about turning my vehicle around and going back. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I didn't accomplish the 2 tasks that I set out for last Friday night and no, I'm not giving up hope on them. After all, happy camper land is one thing, but euphoria is a whole different world that I wouldn't mind visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else in blog land is having an equally great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115998717280438633?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115998717280438633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115998717280438633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115998717280438633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115998717280438633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-doesnt-take-much.html' title='It doesn&apos;t take much...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115984466198520683</id><published>2006-10-02T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:04:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still in a pissy funk. Not sure what my problem is, but it seems that many others are going through the same thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have realized, that some days nothing works in my favor. Case in point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, Lumpy suggested we go out drinking and dancing as I had a really long and frustrating week. I was in total agreement and stated what I really needed was to get drunk and laid. So we go out with a bunch of co-workers and start drinking. Then we meet up with my brother-in-law for drinks &amp;amp; dinner. Afterwards, he takes us to a bar for more drinking and we play pool (or at least try to) and darts. As I'm drinking at the bar, I have a major reality check... hello, you have a 20 month old at home who is going to be up at 7:00. I'm thinking hangover and toddler just are a good combination. So much for the getting drunk part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resign myself to not drinking anymore and go home around midnight or so. Guess who's still up? Yep Doodlebug is still up running around. Well, so much for the getting laid part. Damn children have a way of screwing up your fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wednesday night is free, anyone want to go out and help my accomplish my goals from Friday???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115984466198520683?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115984466198520683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115984466198520683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115984466198520683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115984466198520683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-am-still-in-pissy-funk.html' title=''/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115938123791540828</id><published>2006-09-27T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:21:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorded Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're sorry, this blog is temporarily closed today as the owner is in a pissy mood. Please check back again tomorrow and we'll let you know if you if she is out of her bitch fest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Blog Mgmt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115938123791540828?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115938123791540828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115938123791540828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115938123791540828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115938123791540828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/recorded-message.html' title='Recorded Message'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115931932099359226</id><published>2006-09-26T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:13:27.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am, but what are you???</title><content type='html'>I actually think this actually fits more for 2006 for me, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/dont-cha.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947986&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Don't Cha&lt;/a&gt; by the Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in 2005, stayed in 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Were You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115931932099359226?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115931932099359226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115931932099359226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115931932099359226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115931932099359226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-am-but-what-are-you.html' title='I know I am, but what are you???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115919277788056182</id><published>2006-09-25T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:01:17.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I old enough</title><content type='html'>for a Midlife Crisis???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeetalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Merritt&lt;/a&gt; made this comment to my &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-ramblings.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; the other day, &lt;em&gt;"I think you are going through a midlife crisis. Instead of Corvettes and tanning you're going for sex toys. LOL."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me to thinking, first am I really that old now? I will be celebrating the first anniversary of my 39th birthday next year. Yup, I am that freakin' old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, could I possibly be going through a midlife crisis? So I started thinking of all the things I have done the past 6 months:&lt;br /&gt;1) I changed jobs&lt;br /&gt;2) Started going out more with Lumpy&lt;br /&gt;3) Flew to another state (Chicago, IL) to see a Bon Jovi Concert&lt;br /&gt;4) Have sex on my mind constantly&lt;br /&gt;5) Started tanning again (merritt, you didn't realize this one huh)&lt;br /&gt;6) Got very adventurous on my vacation and let my DH take pictures&lt;br /&gt;7) Bought sexy bras and panties to wear and when getting dressed, I make sure they match my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I am having one. Quick someone get me some Pr_zac and tell me how long this is going to last. Then again, I am having a great time, so maybe drugs aren't needed and I don't want it to end after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115919277788056182?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115919277788056182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115919277788056182' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115919277788056182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115919277788056182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i-old-enough.html' title='Am I old enough'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115884426101617650</id><published>2006-09-21T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:30:57.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you fans out there....</title><content type='html'>***UPDATE: Thank God for TIVO... apparently, Little Miss woke up on the wrong side of the crib yesterday morning and was sill not in a good mood last night and demanded constant attention and was not happy unless her DVDs were playing. I only got to see a total of 8 minutes of the recap from last year. Yup, that's it that's all, 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams - who will be found curled up on her couch watching 2 hours of Grey's Anatomy this weekend.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, tonight is the season premiere of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY&lt;/span&gt;!!! (Does it look like I was shouting that? Good, because I am just that excited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on the radio this morning that they are going to do a 1 hour recap of last season (7:00 central time) and then the premiere will immediately follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sneak peak of tonight's episode, you can click &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams - who has already set up her TIVO just in case Doodlebug gets cranky as there is no way she is going to miss a second of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115884426101617650?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115884426101617650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115884426101617650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115884426101617650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115884426101617650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-all-you-fans-out-there.html' title='For all you fans out there....'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115871877989722865</id><published>2006-09-19T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:26:51.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Ramblings</title><content type='html'>1) Doodlebug has a new favorite movie...Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Not what is there not to love about chocolate? That's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I bought an ab lounger (found it used on Craig's List) last night. Does it work if I just own it and look at it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank you Jose for coming up with these great mini bottles of pre-made Margaritas. (In case you're wondering, I'm on my 2nd one tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I just signed up to have a party at my house. This isn't any normal candle or home decorating party, no siree, I'm going for &lt;a href="http://www.spiceitupparties.com/index-1.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. (Hey, I warned you a few posts ago that I was starting to get gutsy and becoming a new woman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tomorrow night is happy hour night with my previous co-workers. WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to a nice warm bubblebath with Jose... hope everyone has a wonderful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115871877989722865?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115871877989722865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115871877989722865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115871877989722865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115871877989722865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-ramblings.html' title='A Few Ramblings'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115855007483441594</id><published>2006-09-17T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:27:54.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Sunday was my DH's birthday. We went to dinner at one of his favorite &lt;a href="http://www.macaronigrill.com/Home/Default.aspx"&gt;restaurants&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate. We were too stuffed for desert, however, they sent this wonderful Chocolate Cake home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smothered Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;Topped with warm homemade chocolate ganache and sprinkled with pecan pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Knowing he is not a big fan of chocolate (in my book, this just isn't normal) on Monday night, I mentioned possibly taking it to work and sharing it with Lumpy. He said no, he wanted to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 1 week - I went grocery shopping tonight and had to make room for the new things I had purchased. Guess what I found in the fridge? Yup, you guessed it... the chocolate cake. He had never even taken a bite out of it. Here is where I am confused and need to know if it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I had to throw away a piece of chocolate cake - is it ok that I was teary eyed and actually considered eating it even though it was a week old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Conversation with DH.&lt;br /&gt;ME - Hey, you wouldn't let me take this piece of cake to work and yet you didn't even eat it.&lt;br /&gt;DH - I was waiting for you to cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;ME - Uhh, I think you're big enough now to handle a knife and cut your own cake, not to mention that it is only 1 piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, why is it that he can't cut his own piece of cake? (Personally, I would have just eaten it out of the container with a fork and not bothered to cut it at all.) My take on this is that I'm not his mother, I'm his wife. Am I right or wrong here? Please let me know your thoughts and if I'm wrong, I will apologize to him, purchase a new piece of cake and even cut it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kgrams - who is still wanting to go dig out that cake and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115855007483441594?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115855007483441594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115855007483441594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115855007483441594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115855007483441594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115820177308937642</id><published>2006-09-13T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:11:58.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Lived Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE: Tammy &amp; On the Go and anyone else interested... I paid $258 + tax for the Medium Signature Hobo and used it less than a month, (It's really just too big for me) I am asking $150&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night was a truly shitty night. I had some issues (sorry, but I'm not willing to discuss it at this time) and was worried half out of my mind all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would think that after this type of a night, God would look down and take pitty on you the next day. Not so... I had my first budget meeting. I was prepared and went into the meeting feeling very good about my budget for 2007 and our office move. Unfortunately, the owner of the company was not in the same mood. After 90 minutes or so, we finally came out of the meeting with multiple changes, (additions, deletions and reconfigures) and 4 projects for me to do. By the time we got out, I was feeling totally frustrated and like I had been beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you... when the going gets tough, what do the tough do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, it's shopping. So, after the meeting Lumpy and I went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I had gotten this little item in the mail a few days prior (it's an invitation for Fall Chic from 9/13-9/17 @ 25% off anything in the store), we decided to spend our lunch hour at the Coach Store. I swear, just walking in there makes me feel better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am now the proud owner of &lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=8542&amp;category_id=581"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chelsea Optical Hobo Bag. I HEART my new bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I certainly couldn't have a new bag and not have a wallet to go with it could I? Check out my new Hamptons Striped Wristlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;While I was floating pretty high, I still needed a little something more, so I stopped at my favorite Red Bulls Eye store on my way home from work and picked up &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=8-4/qid=1158202729/ref=sr_8_4/601-5721920-2976109?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B000FIMG5Y"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; item. It even has a Exclusive Bonus Footage Disc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now officially on Cloud 9 and living in Fairy Tale Land.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the Go, here is the bag I was talking about selling. I bought it in Feb and used it for less than a month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115820177308937642?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115820177308937642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115820177308937642' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115820177308937642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115820177308937642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-she-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='And She Lived Happily Ever After'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115802865206605457</id><published>2006-09-11T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:37:32.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little TMI</title><content type='html'>OK, so maybe this post is really a lot of TMI : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm getting a little gutsy in my old age (I turned 39 this summer you know) and more comfortable with my body and have decided to try some new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sun tanned nude on the balcony of the condo in Mexico. (Yes, there was a palm tree hiding it for the most part, but if looked around the tree, you could see up there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Allowed my DH to take pictures of me on said balcony and other places while half nekkid during our vacation. (Not to worry, we used the digital camera for these pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Got tired of the bumps and itching from shaving and the burning from using Nair, so I actually got a bikini wax tonight. (Surprisingly, it really didn't hurt and I have booked another one for next month and may go a little further with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Decided that even though I'm a big girl, I'm not going to wear big girl panties any more and bought myself some really cute and somewhat sexy &lt;a href="http://lanebryant.charmingshoppes.com/Shopping/product.aspx?product_id=LPSR0002&amp;nav=LP"&gt;lace hipsters&lt;/a&gt;. Girls, I must tell you that they are the most comfortable underwear I have ever worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Taking it a step even further, I got really gutsy and listened to what &lt;a href="http://pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama Duck&lt;/a&gt; has been saying and even bought a &lt;a href="http://lanebryant.charmingshoppes.com/Shopping/product.aspx?product_id=LPSR0003&amp;amp;nav=LP"&gt;thong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world, there's just no stopping me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115802865206605457?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115802865206605457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115802865206605457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115802865206605457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115802865206605457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-tmi.html' title='A Little TMI'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115758643562735413</id><published>2006-09-06T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:47:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For my fellow G. A. fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found the following story on Yahoo news today and just had to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/G.A..1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/G.A..1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By MICHAEL CIDONI, Associated Press Writer 1 hour, 26 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES - The doctors were in, as cast and crew of the hot TV medical drama "Grey's Anatomy" converged Tuesday night for a celebration of the DVD release of the show's second-season episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openSS(this.href);return false;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/060906/482/db59108a4bdb4ca6bca603cb24f9bbfa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast was generally tightlipped about third-season plot developments, but word did slip that the Meredith-Derek-Addy love triangle would finally be resolved, at least to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think that you do see it, there is definitely a resolution, otherwise it becomes a really strange isosceles triangle," Kate Walsh (Dr. Addison Shepherd) told AP Television.&lt;br /&gt;"So you see a resolution to the love triangle and you see all of the characters on their own a little more, myself included," she added. "The relationship becomes in it's proper proportion. You see them who they are as a person and who they are professionally in a whole new and different way."&lt;br /&gt;There was also talk of some casting news:&lt;br /&gt;Diahann Carroll and Richard Roundtree will appear in recurring roles as the parents of Dr. Preston Burke (Isaiah Washington)&lt;br /&gt;"Grey's Anatomy: The Complete Second Season — Uncut," which also includes about five hours of extras, hits stores Sept. 12. The show begins its third season on its new day, Thursday, Sept. 21 on ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ohhh, I can't wait for September 12th &amp;amp; then the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams - who is counting down the days to see Dr. McDreamy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115758643562735413?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115758643562735413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115758643562735413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115758643562735413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115758643562735413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-my-fellow-g-fans.html' title='For my fellow G. A. fans'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115751208789533444</id><published>2006-09-05T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:35:43.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh Helloooo and Excuse Me?</title><content type='html'>So, I posted about how great my vacation was... and it was great. However, as we all know, nothing is ever perfect, so here is my list of a few things that were just not right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Aunt Flo staying with me the first few days of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;2) 70 and 80 year old women in bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;3) 70 and 80 year old women in bikinis that unhooked their tops to sun bathe.&lt;br /&gt;4) Old hairy fat men wearing speedos.&lt;br /&gt;5) Big girls wearing bikinis. (Hey, I'm a big girl and I know what I should and shouldn't wear. That much white flabby skin should be covered up and butt floss should not be worn in public.)&lt;br /&gt;6) People who let their small children run around unsupervised while they sleep in a cabana.&lt;br /&gt;7) People who let their small children run around for hours without their swim trunks. (Said child was also peeing on all the palm tress and plants.)&lt;br /&gt;8) Me being the only white person and only other girl in the back of a van full of Mexican guys.&lt;br /&gt;9) $7 for a box of Cheez Its, $2.50 for a can of Coke and $3 for a candy bar. (I have a lot of cravings I'm having to take care of this week.)&lt;br /&gt;10) Finishing my book on the 2nd day and no books to be found at the resort gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;11) $20 for 2 hot dogs, 2 cokes and a small bag of chips at Cancun Airport.&lt;br /&gt;12) People holding up the security checkpoint as they are trying to take bottles of liquor through at Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. (Yes, the duty free guys gave it to you on the plane when you left Mexico, but when you went through customs, you were supposed to put it in your bags you were checking. DUH!!)&lt;br /&gt;13) The asshat on the plane that used the bathroom and stunk it up sooooo bad that I had to hold my breath and was still gagging. (If you couldn't wait till you got home, we had only been in the air 10 minutes, could you not have done that at the airport?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say a big THANK YOU for the wonderful lady at Dallas/Fort Worth Airport who let us go in front of her at the security checkpoint as we only had 15 minutes before our connecting flight to Missouri was taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams - who is now starting to peel and really hates that her great tan is already fading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115751208789533444?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115751208789533444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115751208789533444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115751208789533444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115751208789533444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/uhh-helloooo-and-excuse-me.html' title='Uhh Helloooo and Excuse Me?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115735222835152316</id><published>2006-09-04T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:43:48.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation - All I ever wanted</title><content type='html'>Vacation - Just had to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you want to be jealous of me for this post, that's fine I totally understand. I also understand if you decide not to read it. However, please don't leave me any hate comments as I'm still on cloud 9 and would like to stay there until I return to work on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it any more and had to leave my crazy fast paced life behind and hit the sandy beaches of Mexico. Yes, the DH and I actually took an entire 8 day vacation together. (Other then going to The Lake of the Ozarks, this is our first real get away for just the 2 of use since our honeymoon 7 1/2 years ago. ) Also, yes we are still married and even talking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for vacation this year, I picked Cancun as neither of us have ever been to Mexico and thought it would be exciting, and it was. We actually stayed about 30 minutes South of Cancun in an area known as &lt;a href="http://www.visitcancun.com/riveria%20maya2.htm"&gt;Riviera Maya&lt;/a&gt;. We stayed in the &lt;a href="http://www.thegrandmayan.com/english/rivieramaya/galeria.htm"&gt;Grand Mayan&lt;/a&gt; part of the &lt;a href="http://www.mayanpalace.com/riviera/"&gt;Mayan Palace&lt;/a&gt; and the resort was simply fabulous. We had drinks while basking in the sun, went shopping in Playa del Carmen &amp;amp; Cancun and &lt;a href="http://www.snorkelincancunrivieramaya.com/english/snorkeling-puerto-morelos.html"&gt;snorkeled the reefs&lt;/a&gt; in Puerto Morelos. This was absolutely the best vacation we have ever taken (other than our honeymoon in Maui).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who don't know me very well, we never took vacations when I was growing up. We spent every weekend and any vacation time my dad got camping or visiting family in Springfield, MO. Therefore, I was a little afraid as far as traveling to a foreign country and going through the whole customs thing. However, I have now faced those fears and am already thinking about booking a trip next year to a different city in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams - who is no longer a travel outside of the US virgin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115735222835152316?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115735222835152316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115735222835152316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115735222835152316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115735222835152316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacation-all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='Vacation - All I ever wanted'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115630315775042858</id><published>2006-08-22T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:19:17.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Blogger has decided to let me post my pictures of Doodlebug that I wanted to post last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1536.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1536.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you mean you want the remote... doesn't it come with the big chair?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1559.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1559.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peek A Boo, I see you Gma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess who gets to call the a government office tomorrow to get a tourist card for a trip to Cancun. Yup, white sandy beaches are in my near future and will definitely be needed after dealing with a fed office. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115630315775042858?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115630315775042858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115630315775042858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115630315775042858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115630315775042858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115621918947227793</id><published>2006-08-21T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:31:58.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot's of Crap</title><content type='html'>Last week was another of those wild and crazy kinda weeks and this one isn't looking much better. So, as I sit here with my good buddy Jose, I will fill you all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Move - It was decided that due to logistics, we needed to move people around at the office. This meant I had 18 computers, monitors &amp; printers to unhook, move and hook back up. While this may not sound like a big deal, it is actually royal pain in the ass. Then, not only did I have to move 18 computers, but I had to give up my office due to moving people around, which meant I also had to pack and move back to cubicle life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the kicker, did I mention that I forgot to bring my casual clothes to work and had to do most of the move in a skirt? It's a good thing I did this after hours, as I am sure my skirt wearing big ass looked really cute sticking out from under desks. As a matter of fact, I spent so much time on the floor crawling under desks, that I actually had marks on my knees. No &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt;, it was not from doing something else on my knees. Trust me, that would have been much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found while the people I work with are great, they can also be a little high maintenance when it comes to their workstations, computers. printers etc. One of the owners wanted something Friday and apparently I must not have had a good look on my face, as later he came up to me and asked me please to not be mad at him. I told him that I wasn't mad, it just wanted 20 freakin minutes without one person bitching at me over the move. Apparently, my point was taken and I was actually left alone for all of 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that if it wasn't for my new friend DRM, I don't think I would have made it through Thursday without losing it. Luckily for me, DRM was there to make me laugh and take my mind off my problems. So without further ado, a big THANK YOU to my newest buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was great. My friend DH was given 4 tickets to a football game. She invited J, Lucy and myself. The four of us had a great dinner together and then attended the game. The seats were awesome. We were 12 rows back from the field behind our player's bench at the 45 yard line. The only had part was actually watching the game instead of the great skin tight football pants wearing butts that were standing in front of the benches.  To top off the night, I actually got carded when I went to purchase a margarita (they card 30 and under).  Damn, it just couldn't have been any better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good news, Doodlebug's other grandparents are out of town, so we get to keep her every night this week. It will be exhausting, but definitely worth it. (I had pictures for you, but blogger wasn't behaving tonight. I guess he was jealous that I spent so much time on my knees last week and he was left out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the babbling in this post and thank you for actually sticking around to read it, but you know how it goes when I get with Jose, I either take my close off or babble. Luckily for all of you guys, it was the babbling that occurred tonight. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Melissa, I know I owe you a post from Friday, I haven't forgotten, just been busy and still have DSL problems at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115621918947227793?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115621918947227793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115621918947227793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115621918947227793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115621918947227793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/08/lots-of-crap.html' title='Lot&apos;s of Crap'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115529950421159424</id><published>2006-08-11T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:31:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Bday</title><content type='html'>This title is for me and my sis &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a&gt;Both of our birthdays were last month, however due to busy schedules, we just got together last night to celebrate. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to one of our favorite restaurants (Pasta House) and had a wonderful meal. For the first time in months, Doodlebug didn't throw any type of tantrum while at the restaurant. She was actually on super behavior and entertained us as well as all of the people around us. She practiced her Miss America wave and blew kisses to the other patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my favorite part... gifts. EA went out of her way again this year. With a new Italian charm bracelet already started with 2 charms, a tote bag she decorated for me, some soaps shaped like shoes and purses and a key chain. Now, this was not just any key chain, this was a Coach Key Chain with little purses on it. Isn't my sis the best?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get pics taken and added to this post over weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Friday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115529950421159424?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115529950421159424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115529950421159424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115529950421159424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115529950421159424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-belated-bday.html' title='Happy Belated Bday'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115509074165507196</id><published>2006-08-08T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:34:24.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's getting soooooo big</title><content type='html'>Yes, blogger and I have made up. No, I will not be giving details of what I had to do, just be happy to see pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1420.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who me? I didn't do anything. By the way, where is my hair brush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1467.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you looked this cute in a swimsuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1486.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you bothering me Gma, I'm rocking my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1533.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I must think about that one. (Notice she finally has enough hair to put it into a pony holder in the back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all from Kgrams and Doodlebug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115509074165507196?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115509074165507196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115509074165507196' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115509074165507196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115509074165507196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/08/shes-getting-soooooo-big.html' title='She&apos;s getting soooooo big'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-115500686189824374</id><published>2006-08-07T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:02:51.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!! Thank you all for the comments and emails as to where I was and why I wasn't out here. What I determined is that sometimes, life just gets in the way. Between work, Doodlebug and many computer problems, I have not been able to sit down at my desk and type. Tonight, I decided I am going to sit here, try and get an internet connection and type something for my friends and to heck with house and paperwork. (My massage earlier and the glass of wine I'm currently drinking helped a lot in this decision.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalyn is getting bigger by the day. It's amazing how much time and attention she demands. I am actually getting an old computer from work to set up for her to look and her pictures and type... maybe then I can have time to type as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is almost 19 months old now and the terrible 2s are starting to set in by way of stubbornness and temper tantrums. She must get these traits from her &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Aunt T&lt;/a&gt;. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pictures, I was trying to upload, but apparently, blogger is not any better. I guess I owe him a few days of stroking since I've been gone so long. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you wondering, my son has moved back to the same city, but is still not home. I am still dealing with the emotions of it all on a daily basis, but it is getting much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick recap of April, May, June &amp;amp; July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - I took the new job and am LOVING it. While I miss all of the people from my old work, I do not regret for one minute taking this job. It has led me to many new challenges, places and most of all I have met a lot of really great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - As with any new job, I put in quite a bit of extra hours as there is always so much to learn. Took a business trip to Chicago, it was great. Lumpy met me there at the end of the conference and we did a 4 day weekend. It was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Work, work, work. We purchased a smaller agency and spent the month getting them set up and trained. Went to concert and outdoor theater with Lumpy to get in some relaxation and girl time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Another business trip. This time Lumpy and I both went to Vail, Co. (Don't you feel sorry for me having to work so hard?) LOL We had a fabulous time and celebrated my uh um choke choke 39th birthday while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises on how often I will have time to post, but I promise to get better and to catch up on all of you lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-115500686189824374?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/115500686189824374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=115500686189824374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115500686189824374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/115500686189824374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaack'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114360357140837781</id><published>2006-03-28T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:39:31.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about age</title><content type='html'>Yes, everything in your life is all about age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we have a WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did our taxes on Turbo Tax this year and it shows that we owe big $. How the hell did this happen. I go back over the return and realize it is not letting me take a child credit deduction for the teenager. According to the program, you can no longer receive the deduction if the child turned 17 in 2005. WHAT!!! In 2005, he turned 17, he lived in my house, I paid for his clothes, meals, transportation, private school and everything else (including support Doodlebug) and I can't claim him??? The DH decided that we should go ahead and use the tax guy we have always used in the past. I said fine, if that's what you really want. He went today. Yup, Turbo tax was right and we have to pay Federal &amp; State taxes, not to mention the fact that I bought Turbo Tax and the DH paid a tax guy. Freaking government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have this one, which I'm sure &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; could agree with this past Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I think they call that multitasking, right?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kgrams - who is not in the best of moods tonight and is really looking forward to tomorrow's pedi &amp;amp; mani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114360357140837781?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114360357140837781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114360357140837781' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114360357140837781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114360357140837781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-all-about-age.html' title='It&apos;s all about age'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114346525220717192</id><published>2006-03-27T07:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:14:12.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell....</title><content type='html'>WHY??? Seriously, why was G.A. a rerun last night? Don't the television gods know that I'm like a junkie in that I.need.my.Sunday.Night.fix? What did Meredith do all week? How is Denny holding up? Did George go on his date and is he still staying with Christina &amp;amp; Burke? Please people, I must know know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Kgrams, who is suffering from withdrawal and doesn't know how she will make it through the week now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114346525220717192?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114346525220717192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114346525220717192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114346525220717192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114346525220717192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell....'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114100440180444710</id><published>2006-03-23T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:51:05.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum Thursday Kgrams style</title><content type='html'>Here is an update to Monday's &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-big-decision.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. I went back to work on Wednesday and told HR and my boss that I had been offered another job and was taking it. They got me to agree not to give my final yes until they could have a chance to talk. They came back today with an offer of more $, (not as much as new employer is offering), assistant mgr for the dept and total back up to the manager (access to do the things I can do but don't have user rights to do now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tantrum part of this... it really is a very good offer and had they proposed this 3 months ago, I wouldn't have even spoken to my friend's company. I am sooooo confused as to what to do, but I have made my decision. This is a really good offer that I am very pleased to have been given, but it's almost like it's just too late (you may or may not remember this &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-did-life-get-to-be-so-hard.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, where I wanted this position last May), I'm going to have to take the even better offer elsewhere. So in the next few weeks, I will be saying goodbye to a company that I have worked for over 11 years now. I just need to remember the good times and look forward to my new adventure. If only... breaking up is hard to do... wasn't so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that I have that off my mind, here's a little tantrum for our favorite "puffy butt" girl. Look what &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogstop.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; is about to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1334.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it is another one of those mystery puzzles that you have to put together without knowing what it looks like. I started it on a Sunday, worked a little each night and finished it on a Thursday night. All I can say to &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt; is good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1331.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is what the completed puzzle looks like, but not to worry lil sis, I will be deleting the pic from my blog so not to spoil it for you. Bwhahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114100440180444710?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114100440180444710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114100440180444710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114100440180444710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114100440180444710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/tantrum-thursday-kgrams-style.html' title='Tantrum Thursday Kgrams style'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114307701094155199</id><published>2006-03-22T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:27:50.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's 70 Show (Season 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine2.blogspot.com"&gt;The Kept Woman&lt;/a&gt; with the help of an accomplice has posted this week's WBW theme. They want to see some real fug by asking for the 70's. Time of plaid, rainbow colors and just put this bowl on your head and I'll cut your hair for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sis &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; is trying to kiss up to TKW as she has been lacking in her WBW posts. So for this week, she not only posted pics of herself, she made sure they had my older sister and I in them in all of our fug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be out done, I am posting Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/dad1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/dad1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a gathering at our neighbors in the early 70's. I'm in the blue dress, EA is the baby on my right and the girl to my left is our older sister. The boy next to EA looks like he could be on Star Trek with that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/scan0014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning. I'm sure you can tell it's me, EA &amp; our older sis. In this pic, my hair is actually outdone by the wonderful plaid pants and red vest I'm wearing. Damn was I hot or what. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, not to be out done by EA, On the Go, here's another one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/dad3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/dad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The players in this wonderful little drama are... a niece (this is not On the Go), EA, and myself in the first row. Our older sister, Dad and brother (On the Go's Dad) in the back row. Check out the psychedelic shirt I'm wearing. EA has on her "puffy butt shirt", she used to heart her puffy butt shirt. Even now, I think she misses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya play??? If so, let me know and don't forget to go see TKW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114307701094155199?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114307701094155199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114307701094155199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114307701094155199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114307701094155199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-70-show-season-2.html' title='That&apos;s 70 Show (Season 2)'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114290810329970513</id><published>2006-03-20T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:28:23.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a big decision...</title><content type='html'>the question is, am I a big enough girl to make it? (No &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt;, we are not talking about body size here, for that, I am definitely big enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several very good and very close friends. I also have one absolute very best friend in the entire world. Lumpy and I have been friends since the fourth grade and have shared many things together both good and bad. I can't imagine my life without her and I am sure she feels the same. She actually says we have to remain friends for the rest of our lives as we know too much about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, Lumpy and I are in the same business and every few years she calls me up and says her office has a job I should apply for. Normally, I just laugh it off and that's the end of it. I did interview with them for one position, but decided to stay put. Well, about a month ago, we were talking and she mentioned that due to the increased size they have grown to, that she can no longer handle everything she has been doing and that I should come work with her. I laughed the comment off as usual and thought nothing more of it. She called me a few weeks ago and said... I've been really talking you up and have them up to $_____ per year, will you call them? My reply, Oh, you're serious about this, I guess I need to talk to my DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with them today and they have offered me the job. It is doing the same thing I am currently doing, except they have a different system I would need to learn and a little more involved work as I would be the only person in my department. (read this part as no BPT with control issues) I will lose 1 week of vacation (I currently get 4) and would actually have a commute to work, but they are offering me a 2 digit increase in pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I put my comfort level of 11 years with the same employer aside and move to a new company? I'm 99.9% sure I'm going to make this move, I just have to wait for the formal ltr and to tell my current employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any thoughts, comments or words of wisdom, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kgrams - who's wondering how many pairs of shoes she can purchase with a hefty pay increase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114290810329970513?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114290810329970513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114290810329970513' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114290810329970513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114290810329970513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-big-decision.html' title='It&apos;s a big decision...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114257098014007770</id><published>2006-03-16T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:50:06.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your thoughts???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** UPDATE***  It seems that everyone feels Doodlebug should remain a Doodlebug.  So it shall be.  Now, for those of you wondering what her real name is, just keep wondering.  OK, just kidding.  I have decided that at some future time, I will put her name in one of my posts (I already did this with the teenager and EA did it with her name as well) and hopefully those who want to know, will catch that it is there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I must say that blogger is being a total biatch today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I tried to delete the video from my blog, but since blogger was not cooperating, it stayed out there all evening. For this, I apologize to my blog friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and certainly not least, I have a question for you and would like your thoughts. Since I started this blog, I have been calling my precious little granddaughter "Doodlebug" (Doodle or DB for short), now that she is 14 months old, has she outgrown this name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114257098014007770?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114257098014007770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114257098014007770' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114257098014007770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114257098014007770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-thoughts.html' title='Your thoughts???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114256274328658275</id><published>2006-03-16T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:42:55.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a sweet little girl</title><content type='html'>who ten minutes earlier I was willing to give away to the gypsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Doodlebug was very tired and no matter what I did, she would not take a nap. It got so bad that she would just walk from room to room crying and yawning. Occasionally she would stop for the obligatory high pitch scream before going into the next room. Apparently, this wore her out so much that she eventually collapsed on the floor asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the good gma that I am, I took a picture of her and then covered her up as there was no way I was going to attempt to move her and take the chance of waking up the demon child she had been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114256274328658275?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114256274328658275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114256274328658275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114256274328658275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114256274328658275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/such-sweet-little-girl.html' title='Such a sweet little girl'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114161697785291173</id><published>2006-03-15T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:02:16.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have we done to her</title><content type='html'>and will she be corrupted forever???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug hearts music. She is a major music lover with a diverse taste in music ranging from Nursery Rhymes, Rock, Country &amp; even Rap Crap. She loves it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 20 CMS countdown was on the other night (we play it for her as she likes country music) and when the #1 song came on, Doodlebug dropped what she was doing, ran up to the tv and started dancing and shaking her little diaper wearing bottom. I was laughing so hard, that I couldn't grab my camera to get a shot. So, what was the #1 song you ask... it's playing on my blog now. Yes, Doodle loves Honky Tonk Badonkadonk. (We later TIVO'd the song to see if she would do it again. Well, she has and here is the proof on 2 different days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/13954/20060307/221906.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="share video" href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/13954/20060307/221948.flv&amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="share video" href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/13954/20060309/181546.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="share video" href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, she responds to the words "money maker", I told my husband that if she starts slapping her bottom like the girls in the video, that this will never be played for her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114161697785291173?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114161697785291173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114161697785291173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114161697785291173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114161697785291173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-have-we-done-to-her.html' title='What have we done to her'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114231482151749353</id><published>2006-03-13T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:40:21.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, Rinse, Repeat</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have to know… does everyone’s shower look like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not talking about the soap scum, I’m talking about all the soaps and hair products. We have 2 adults and 1 toddler in the house, yet it seems that we have enough different products in our shower for 10 people. Before you ask or make any comments on it, yes the majority of them are mine. I just want to know if others have this as well or am I a freak in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even worse... I have a huge shopping bag full of stuff in my hall closet. I just can’t pass up a great sale at Bath &amp;amp; Body Works or the specials at the beauty supply store. Hey, it’s not like the stuff goes bad right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114231482151749353?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114231482151749353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114231482151749353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114231482151749353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114231482151749353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/lather-rinse-repeat.html' title='Lather, Rinse, Repeat'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114196420187791387</id><published>2006-03-09T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:23:20.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No tantrums, but plenty of mess</title><content type='html'>Our little Doodlebug has become a very independent little toddler and wants to feed herself whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to watch her little chubby fingers pick up items and put them in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silverware is for sissies, real toddlers use their fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; What do you mean we're out of mashed&lt;/em&gt; potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Any takers on cleaning her up when she's done? No &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; you can not lick her face clean as mashed potatoes are definitely not on your low carb plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These next photos are a bonus for my blog sis &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; as I know how much the static hair cracks her up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1374.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1374.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1373.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great Friday!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114196420187791387?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114196420187791387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114196420187791387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114196420187791387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114196420187791387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-tantrums-but-plenty-of-mess.html' title='No tantrums, but plenty of mess'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114187863277653317</id><published>2006-03-08T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:31:46.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts to Other Drivers</title><content type='html'>1) You do not need to come to a complete stop to make a right turn (unless you have a stop sign or a red light).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you are making a left and I am making a right (and there is no stop sign nor signal), you must stop as I have the right of way... it is not called a left of way for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The little stick on the left side of your steering wheel is to be pushed up when making right turns and pushed down when making left turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When pulling out of a parking lot, do not jump out in front of me and then proceed to slow down below the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I pull up to a stop sign and you pull up immediately after, I was there first and I get to go first. Also, my vehicle is bigger and if you can't follow the rules, I just may mow you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who hates commuting to work and sharing the road with asshats that don't know how to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114187863277653317?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114187863277653317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114187863277653317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114187863277653317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114187863277653317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts-to-other-drivers.html' title='Random Thoughts to Other Drivers'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114178739437807072</id><published>2006-03-07T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:09:54.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple of Random Questions</title><content type='html'>1) Why is it that when you find something you really like (in this case foundation), the company quits making it or tries to change it on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why would someone have a cowbell attached to the underneath of a pick up truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When a toddler throws something on the floor and you pick it up and then they do it again and you keep the item telling the child they can't have it back... why do other people at the table tell the child they are sorry and try to give them the item?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114178739437807072?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114178739437807072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114178739437807072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114178739437807072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114178739437807072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/couple-of-random-questions.html' title='A Couple of Random Questions'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114153130981592238</id><published>2006-03-06T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:18:50.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been using "Seriously" a lot lately, but ever since they started saying it on GA (Grey's Anatomy for any new comers to my blog), I have been hooked on it and it's my favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of this post, it truly fits. These are just some of the things you would have heard at my house this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #1&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Is this week large trash pickup week?&lt;br /&gt;Me - I'm not sure, I think it might be the 3rd week of the month, but honestly, I don't know.,&lt;br /&gt;You should check the dumpster, it has a sticker on it.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - I'm sure it's this week.&lt;br /&gt;Me - OK&lt;br /&gt;Hubby then takes the trash out. When he comes back in, I ask him when it is. His response, I don't know, I didn't look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #2&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - I'm looking for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I gave him several suggestions at which he didn't seem very interested. I then suggested&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Grahams as he and Doodle both can eat them. I also told him where to find them in&lt;br /&gt;the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - This box of cinnamon Teddy Grahams?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes, those are the only ones we have, Doodle loves them.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Can she have them?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Are you sure she can eat them... won't they choke her?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Under my breath... Yes, that's why I told you to give them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #3&lt;br /&gt;Me - I'm going to bed, are you going to come to bed soon?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Yes, I will be there in just a minute&lt;br /&gt;Me - OK, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Checking my email, then I;m going to brush &amp;amp; floss, then change over the laundry and do some paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Guess I'll freakin see you tomorrow, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Well, when you put it that way, I guess you want me to come to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Under my breath - No, I just asked for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #4&lt;br /&gt;Me - Do you have any spare $, or do you want to me to go the ATM?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Do you need $?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #5&lt;br /&gt;Me - When you come back up from the basement, will you please bring up the crockpot?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - The big one that's downstairs? (Please note, this is the same crockpot that I always use and it is always stored on a shelf in the basement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #6&lt;br /&gt;Hubby calls me at 5:15 and tells me that he is on his way home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Me - OK, we'll be here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Who's we?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Me and Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Oh, is she still there? (Note, she always goes to her Mommy's house at 6:00 on Saturdays and 90% of the time, he is the one that takes her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #7&lt;br /&gt;I buy a remote to work the PS2 player for when we play Doodlebug's DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I can't get this new remote to work.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Did you put batteries in it?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh, silly me, you have to actually put the batteries in it?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - I mean, did you put them in right?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No, I put them in wrong, just so we could have this conversation. (please see Sunday&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts post about mother nature, yes I am a little cranky) Upon further&lt;br /&gt;inspection of our PS2 machine it doesn't have the little eye on it to read the signal (we bought&lt;br /&gt;it when the first came out) . The remote is now sitting on the kitchen counter with the&lt;br /&gt;package it came in.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Did you ever get the remote to work&lt;br /&gt;Me - Uh, no. It isn't compatible with our player, so I have to call the company.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - So, it isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;Me - The remote works fine, it isn't compatible with our PS2 player, I have to call the company during normal business hours.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - So, did you call them about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I.have.to.call.them.during.normal.business.hours. Sunday is not considered normal business hours. I'll have to do it from work this week.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby - Oh, so it's sitting up here so that you can take it to work and call them.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Y.E.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the incident where I asked him to stir something for me as I was cutting up chicken, dredging it in flour and frying it all while keeping Doodle away from the stove. He question was... Do I stir it real good? My response... As opposed to stirring it real bad? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say more??? Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started feeling a little guilty about ranting and raving on my DH. Yes, I was P.M.S.ing last week and was a little out of sorts and should not take it out on him. Then last night, we had this whole thing with me updating his email address book and sending some emails for him that definitely made me decide I was posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I got an email from him at work that said this...&lt;br /&gt;"Hi My Love!&lt;br /&gt;I Love your magic fingers your super smart brains and everything about you. Your the very, very, very best!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel extremely guilty and really shouldn't click on the publish post button, but the bed wasn't made today, so as my Dad used to say, "All is fair in love and war". So, I'm posting as I guess this is what love is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114153130981592238?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114153130981592238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114153130981592238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114153130981592238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114153130981592238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?!?!?!'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114158181692594604</id><published>2006-03-05T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:38:29.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday random thoughts and questions</title><content type='html'>I would be happy to watch/listen to Matthew McConaughey play naked bongo drums and would never call the police on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Matthew drinking during his interview??? It looked like wine, but as it wasn't a wine glass, I wonder if it was Kool-Aide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew hasn't used deodorant in how many years??? Hey, I'm not saying I wouldn't still do him, but uck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Dempsey &amp; George Clooney were both heartthrobs and very cute in their 20's, they are even hotter and better looking in their 40's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that I wasn't a hair dresser when Patrick Demsey walked into that salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy Pitt... I love that name. (See, there are some cute men that come from the Midwest.) Too bad he's with the skank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Mariah Carey's shoe closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I miss seeing McDreamy's nekkid butt in the first scene of episode one? How Did I miss seeing McDreamy's nekkid butt in the first scene of episode one? How DID I miss seeing McDreamy's nekkid butt in the first scene of episode one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the tattoo on Burke's arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature is a major biotch for what she does to women.  AARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 200th post.  Woo Hoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114158181692594604?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114158181692594604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114158181692594604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114158181692594604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114158181692594604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-random-thoughts-and-questions.html' title='Sunday random thoughts and questions'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114158143052844777</id><published>2006-03-05T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:59:11.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is temporarily closed...</title><content type='html'>The owner is taking today off to watch the Barbara Walter's Special with Matthew, Patrick &amp;amp; George. After that, she will be found curled up on the couch with a Pepsi, bowl of popcorn and her Eeyore blankie watching the entire 1st season of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will try to get off the couch occasionally to do laundry and make her husband banana nut bread as she knows she will be feeling a little guilty for drooling over these other men all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114158143052844777?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114158143052844777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114158143052844777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114158143052844777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114158143052844777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-blog-is-temporarily-closed.html' title='This blog is temporarily closed...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114144765840499356</id><published>2006-03-03T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:07:16.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Friday humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/maxine%20escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/maxine%20escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/maxine%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/maxine%20bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/maxine%20llights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/maxine%20llights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is pretty much how my week was.  All I can say is I heart Maxine and TGIF!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114144765840499356?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114144765840499356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114144765840499356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114144765840499356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114144765840499356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-friday-humor.html' title='A little Friday humor'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114101236566186017</id><published>2006-03-02T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:01:13.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The toilet paper bandit</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that it's a good thing she is so adorable and that Walmart has the 24 roll of toilet paper so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is toilet paper under her lip. Apparently, wood is not the only thing she has added to her diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114101236566186017?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114101236566186017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114101236566186017' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114101236566186017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114101236566186017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/toilet-paper-bandit.html' title='The toilet paper bandit'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114127245701426552</id><published>2006-03-01T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:23:40.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that make girls happy</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'm sure you remember me, my name is Doodlebug. I'm taking over Gma's blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gma has been very sad since my Daddy decided to go live with his gma and gpa (she's been putting on a very brave face for me, but I know better). So she decided that she and I both deserved a special gift and went shopping. Want to see what we got???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Gma got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, this is not my best photo, but in my defense, I was not feeling well and found out today that I have another ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As you can see here, my second time down really perked me up. Gma knows just the right medicine to make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering...  yes, it is in the middle of the living room.  Gma says that if we can find another one at a yard sale (real cheap) for outside, that we can keep this one inside all year long (She mentioned something about Missouri having a lot of cold, hot and rainy weather and then the fact that she needs something inside to help burn all my extra energy. I don't get it but hey if it means two slides, I'm all for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see more??? Here's a quick video of me on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/13954/20060228/205002.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you want to see what Gma bought herself? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't get this one at all, it doesn't look near as much fun as my new slide, but it sure made Gma happy to get it. Seriously???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt T, Gma said to tell you not to start whining, as it's only Wednesday and tomorrow is Tantrum Thursday. Oh, she also said you can borrow it and watch it if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114127245701426552?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114127245701426552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114127245701426552' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114127245701426552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114127245701426552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-that-make-girls-happy.html' title='The things that make girls happy'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114096724054535486</id><published>2006-02-28T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:53:18.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at home is tougher than the office</title><content type='html'>My DH never says anything, but when he comes home from work on Saturday's and finds me in my pjs, he has this look of "It must be nice not to do anything all day". Well, for the record, I would just like to say that I do work on weekends. Do men really have no clue at all what we do all day??? For instance here is what I did this past Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed Doodlebug's diaper&lt;br /&gt;Made/fed her breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up a messy Doodle&lt;br /&gt;Changed Doodlebug's diaper&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the breakfast dishes&lt;br /&gt;Played in the floor with Doodle for approximately 1 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Changed Doodlebug's diaper&lt;br /&gt;Put Doodlebug down for a nap&lt;br /&gt;Emptied out the Diaper Genie (uck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1337.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1337.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up all the toys in the living room, family room and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;(here is just some of the mess in the family room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the puzzle from the kitchen table and cleaned the table&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and blogged for a few minutes (also talked to &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;Changed Doodlebug's diaper when she woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made lunch for myself and Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;Wrote out my shopping list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1339.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1339.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up a messy Doodle&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the high chair and kitchen floor of all noodles and peas (yes, she is feeding herself and unfortunately, the floor around her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed Doodle's diaper and got her dressed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Danced and played ring around the rosey with Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;Played Ball with Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;Put on Dora to capture Doodle's attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1330.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_1330.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up all the toys in the living room, family room and kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;(notice the nice mess she left me from her star puffs, little crumbs everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at clock... it was only 2:00 and I was already exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it really must be nice to lie around all day and do nothing, but I wouldn't know about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did dispel his myth that I like to go to Target and/or Walmart and just spend tons of money for the heck of it. How did I do this you ask??? I made him go with me on Saturday night and he saw how easily you can drop $90 on Toilet Paper, Contact Solutions and the such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114096724054535486?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114096724054535486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114096724054535486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114096724054535486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114096724054535486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/working-at-home-is-tougher-than-office.html' title='Working at home is tougher than the office'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114096807895855925</id><published>2006-02-27T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:22:09.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Priceless Memory</title><content type='html'>One of the gifts we gave Doodlebug for her birthday was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Little Tikes Hippo that can be used as a ball pit, swimming pool or sandbox. We picked this up for about $12 at the outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the joy she would find with this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Tikes Ball Pit/Pool/Sandbox $12&lt;br /&gt;100 Extra Balls (it only came with 25) $10&lt;br /&gt;Hours of enjoyment every day PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114096807895855925?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114096807895855925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114096807895855925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114096807895855925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114096807895855925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-priceless-memory.html' title='Another Priceless Memory'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114101610957339042</id><published>2006-02-26T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:55:09.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over and I'm still thinking about it</title><content type='html'>OK, how sad is this... it's now 10:45 and I am still thinking of tonight's episode of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for poor George, but in a way I feel like he asked for it as he knows she is in love with McDreamy. I'm just glad that I will NEVER have to see the two of them together again as it made me want to yak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to understand and even like Addison more and more, but tonight's story line was just too freakin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your thoughts on tonight's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you want to know more about the show and cast, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; is the link to their official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In case you missed the commercial, Barbara Walters will be hosting a special Wed Night with George Clooney, Patrick Dempsey and Matthew McConaughey. Damn, does it get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114101610957339042?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114101610957339042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114101610957339042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114101610957339042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114101610957339042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-over-and-im-still-thinking-about.html' title='It&apos;s over and I&apos;m still thinking about it'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114089028328375179</id><published>2006-02-26T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:43:45.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The road less traveled</title><content type='html'>I totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.babylauren.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt;, but luckily for me, she is a very sharing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=COFLGAHIILMO" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I haven't traveled much in my lifetime, but I hope to change this. Here is some info on each of my trips in the order each State was visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri - I live here&lt;br /&gt;Illinois - It borders MO, so I travel here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Georgia - Went here when I was young to pick up my older sister, but I don't remember a whole lot about it.&lt;br /&gt;Florida - Hubby took me to Clearwater Beach for our first trip together when we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;Canada (Not showing as it is a country, not a state, but I'm including it anyway.) - Hubby took me to Niagara Falls to propose.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii - Went to Maui for our honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;Colorado - Took a family vacation with DH &amp; the teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help make my traveling adventures look better, here are the states I have visited and/or drive through to get to the one I was visiting.... yup, this definitely looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALCOFLGAHIILKSKYMONYOHPATN" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114089028328375179?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114089028328375179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114089028328375179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114089028328375179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114089028328375179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/road-less-traveled_26.html' title='The road less traveled'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114088511410813092</id><published>2006-02-25T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:31:54.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much wood...</title><content type='html'>Can a Woodchuck chuck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we have a woodchuck or beaver in our home. Yes, one of those pesky little critters has been sneaking in and chewing on this wooden gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally caught the little critter in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug is apparently a Doodlecritter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Feb%2006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Feb%2006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just look at how proud she is of her talents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114088511410813092?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114088511410813092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114088511410813092' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114088511410813092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114088511410813092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-much-wood.html' title='How much wood...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114049405958304975</id><published>2006-02-20T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:54:19.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More WTF</title><content type='html'>I called my cell company today as the teenager has handed over his phone and I don't want to have to pay the extra charges each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cancel his phone would cost me a $200 early termination fee. OK, I get that and I am willing to pay the $10 monthly charge for the extra phone for the next 10 months. Hey, I may not be the brightest mathematician, but even I can figure the difference between $100 and $200... that's 4 pedicures. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I don't want the text messaging and caller tunes any longer and asked if there was a fee to cancel these. Not a problem, they are happy to remove them from the phone without a charge. However, I have to remember that if anyone doesn't know he no longer has the phone and sends him a text msg, I will have to pay for it. So, due to this I decided to change the phone number... it cost me $15 to change the phone number. &lt;strong&gt;What a freakin' rip off!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114049405958304975?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114049405958304975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114049405958304975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114049405958304975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114049405958304975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-wtf.html' title='More WTF'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114041154134057515</id><published>2006-02-19T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:59:01.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an episode</title><content type='html'>If there are any Grey's Anatomy fans out there, please let me know your thoughts about tonight's episode. (Melissa, you must respond as you are as addicted as I am.) I was about to die watching it and really wanted to call someone and talk about it while I was watching. Also, can you image having episodes like the girl on the show? I mean to be satisfied several times a day and not have to deal with a man for the satisfaction... there is definitely something there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I want to discuss the show while watching it? Is my addiction to the show abnormal? The fact that I talk to the characters (I tell them not to do things and to do other things) as if they are real and can hear me strange? These questions are rhetorical and should not be answered unless you do the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you don't watch this show, you have to start. The only way this show could be any better is if Matt would be on it with Dr. McDreamy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114041154134057515?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114041154134057515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114041154134057515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114041154134057515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114041154134057515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-episode.html' title='What an episode'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114041069124793592</id><published>2006-02-19T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:44:53.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>OK, I have several rants that I have been holding in and must let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I agreed to purchase a xmas gift for my boss from our dept. I told them my thoughts on a gift, and they both agreed up front to the gift and the cost. After waiting 2 weeks for one of my co-workers to reimburse me, I sent her an email stating the cost of the gift was $60 = $30 each. (It was actually $62 + the wrapping paper, but I didn't ask for the the difference.) I received no response. Two weeks after that, I receive a bill from LTD there are outstanding items due (all of them where her items). I then forwarded my original email back to my co-worker and added the past due LTD items. She responded this time, but only on the LTD items. 2 weeks after that, (yes, we are now taking February) I forward me email to her again stating that the LTD items had been cleared from my account, and once again noting the $20 due from xmas. She once again does not respond. Three days later, as I am walking out of the room, she says "Oh, here's that $20 you emailed me on". I'm sorry, but HOW RUDE!!! It was $20 that she owed for a gift... I wasn't begging for money, I was asking to be reimbursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When I signed up for a new cell phone plan in December and when I tried to check the minutes via the internet, I couldn't as they had made my son's phone the primary contact. Hello, who do they think is paying the bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) While on cell phone companies, my son was able to download games, ring tones, wallpapers and upgrade his text messages right from his phone without my permission. When I asked the company, all I get is sorry, we can't help you. When I called them to turn on the text messaging on my son's phone, they told me that they can cancel the subscription service, however, he can still text anyone and receive messages from people at a cost of $.05 per msg. When I expl my son was no longer living at home and that I had the phone, they said sorry, if anyone sends a msg, I will get charged even if I don't read the msg. What a rip off!!! (I have had several other friends complain about the same thing with other cell phone companies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My DH and I went to the Titanic exhibit for Valentines Day. About 1/2 way through, a group of teenagers came through and were quite loud and rude and weren't even looking at the exhibits, but just standing in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Recently, I was stopped at work to help someone with their computer. They stated they needed help with Lotus. I told them that I was sorry, but that I did not know Lotus and could not help her. She stated "What do you mean you can't help me". I again explained that I do not know anything about Lotus and that as we do not have this program, we do not support it. She exclaimed to me that we do have this program and that I should know it. I went back to her desk and she pulled up an excel spreadsheet. I explained to her that it was Excel, not Lotus as we do not have Lotus. I also helped her to fix her problem... it's called maximize your screen and you will get your scroll bar. Biotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I went on a client appointment last week. I arrived approximately 5 minutes early and asked for the person I was meeting and gave my name and company. A few minutes later a lady comes out with a puzzled look, introduces herself as the person I am to meet and says... "Who are you?" I give her my name, my company's name and the reason I am there. She then remembers our appointment and tells me that she didn't have a paper calendar when she made the appointment with me and never wrote it down. On top of that, she tells me that she is really busy and just doesn't have time for me and would like to reschedule. Hello, I drove 30 minutes to get there to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's enough ranting for now, but not to worry, more to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114041069124793592?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114041069124793592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114041069124793592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114041069124793592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114041069124793592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-114037011894176606</id><published>2006-02-19T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:34:15.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the apology and explanation</title><content type='html'>As you probably know from &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt;, I am still alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by saying... I have missed all of my blog friends and family!!! I apologize for being such an absentee blogger, but please know that I did not take anticipate the past few months and did not mean to shut all of you out of my life. I want to catch up on everyone's life and therefore, will start reading one blog at a time, but I will not be able to comment on each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may remember, my son ran away back in mid-November and returned in December. Since then, I have not been blogging as one of his complaints was that I spend too much time on the computer. I agreed that I needed to be available for him and limited my computer usage, (Also, Doodlebug will not play when I am on the computer as she wants to see the screens and type, which is very difficult and pretty much keeps me off it on Tues, Thurs and Fri nights and all day Sat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started taking him to see a counselor. The counselor had something very interesting that he told me. He said "You are to blame for some of Andrew's problem". As a parent, you realize that your child's successes and/or failures come back on you somewhat, but to be told this by a counselor, is a whole different feeling. He went on to clarify and explain that I have actually done to much for my son and that by always helping him and doing so much for him, that he now expects it and not only from me, but from everyone else as well. He also told me of this book that I should read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0310243157/ref=pd_sl_aw_alx-jeb-9-1_book_4930122_2/002-9172335-9842440?n=283155"&gt;Boundaries with Kids&lt;/a&gt;. I purchased the book and before I finished the first chapter, I could immediately see where I had "over" helped my child. Keep in mind, the book, counselor and myself are not saying not to do things for your children, but that there are boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, a few weeks ago, EA and I took our teenagers out with us and went shopping as her teenager needed shoes and pants for his new job. My teenager found 2 pair of cargo shorts that he wanted for school. I told him no and explained they did not fit the dress code and even went into why they didn't. He argued each point, but I kept my cool and my original response of no. (In the past, if he argued it, I would cave in.) He even went to say that he doesn't have any shorts for school. This went on and on for about 10 to 15 minutes. Finally, he stopped and moped/sulked the rest of the day. Guess what I found in his room last week? 6 pairs of shorts that do fit him and are part of the dress code. He didn't need them, he just wanted them and I almost caved, but the counselor's words and the book kept me from backing down and caving in to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it appears that it may be too late for my son as he thinks that I owe him something and he just keeps taking and taking and never letting up. From taking money from my purse to downloading $100 worth of games, ring tones and wallpapers to his phone. When I tell him this is not acceptable and that he can't do such things, he denies them. I came home from work 2 weeks ago and found a note telling me that he couldn't live here anymore and that he had moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt and sad, but even more so, I'm mad. I'm pissed off as he didn't move out, he ran away again and also at the way he has used me since he came back home in Dec. As long as I am buying him or giving him what he wants, he is fine, but as soon as I tell him no, he starts acting out. Also, if I get anything and he doesn't, he really acts up. Well, I have decided that I am done with his behavior and if he wants to live with his grandparents (on his dad's side), then so be it. I gave the transfer paperwork to his school on Friday and then spent most of Friday and Saturday evening packing his stuff for him to pick up tomorrow morning. This is one of the hardest decisions I have ever made in my life, but for my mental health, the health of my marriage, it is what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering about Doodlebug, we will still get here our 3 nights a week and on Saturdays. He is living approximately 1 1/2 hours away and won't get to see her much, which is very sad but to be honest, he was rarely ever home before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such a long post my first time back, but I needed to get a few things off my chest and it always helps to type them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-114037011894176606?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/114037011894176606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=114037011894176606' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114037011894176606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/114037011894176606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-apology-and-explanation.html' title='The one with the apology and explanation'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113721724149284721</id><published>2006-01-13T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:40:41.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Photo Montage</title><content type='html'>Yes, we spent another evening at Sears' Portrait Studios. After all, it is baby girl's 1st Birthday, so we must have new photos to display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the toughest critic would have to say that this is one cute little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your cheeks hurt from smiling at em' all? Have a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113721724149284721?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113721724149284721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113721724149284721' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113721724149284721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113721724149284721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-photo-montage.html' title='Another Photo Montage'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113710188759526007</id><published>2006-01-12T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:00:46.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Doodlebug with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received a phone call at work one day in September 2004, asking me to come to school due to my son. They told me it was nothing bad, but that he just needed to talk to me. I of course dropped everything and rushed out. On the way there, I kept thinking what could this be. The only thing my mind kept coming up with was that his g/f was pregnant . My mind was correct. This was the day that I learned a very special child was on their way into our family (she was already 5 months by this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 12, 2005 at 5:00 am I received a phone call saying that g/f was in labor and on the way to the hospital. This is the day I finally got to meet a very special little girl I call Doodlebug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug you came into our lives at an unexpected time, however, we knew without a doubt that we wanted you and would not have traded you for the world. You will probably never fully understand how much your PaPa and Gma love and cherish you. Your constant smile and laugh brighten our day. Watching you explore new things each day keeps us in a constant state of wonder and amazement. You are growing up so fast and right before our eyes, that we are afraid to blink or look away as we might miss one precious moment of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Kalyn%20&amp;%20Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Kalyn%20%26%20Grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome to the world Baby Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Set42_01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Set42_01-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a precious little face &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0056.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0056.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Contagious laughter and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0071.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0071.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All dressed up and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0145.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0145.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doodlebug &amp; PaPa watching the Polar Bears at the Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A smile to light up a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0248.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0248.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More laughter and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/aug%2013%20003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/aug%2013%20003.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girl learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0442.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0442.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug's mobile and not afraid to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/after%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/after%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling over with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/aug%2013%20003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little football spirit for the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;PaPa &amp;amp; Gma (Kgrams) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113710188759526007?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113710188759526007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113710188759526007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113710188759526007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113710188759526007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-doodlebug-with-love.html' title='To Doodlebug with Love'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113651710740779782</id><published>2006-01-05T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:13:47.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little brown envelope</title><content type='html'>Caution... this post contains happy thoughts without a hint of ranting or raving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging lately as I have had sooo many things to do. Tonight, I am so tired that I was planning on coming home, spending some time with Doodlebug and going to bed early. Well, when I got home, I knew I had to find time to blog as somebody special made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start at the beginning for you. I received a note in my mail on Tuesday that said I had an envelope at the post office that I needed to pick up from someone named Billy. I called the post office and asked why I had to pick the envelope up. They said it's insured and therefore must be signed for. I was very perplexed as I was not expecting anything, nor do I no anyone named Billy. I was able to get off work early enough to stop by the post office tonight to pick up the envelope. When the handed it to me, I was even more confused, as it was from a Billy in Portland, OR. Now, not only do I not know anyone named Billy, I most certainly don't know anyone in Portland, OR. I immediately opened the envelope and found the most amazing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to say to my blog sister &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; THANK YOU so much. You have totally gone overboard and we don't deserve this, but there is no way I would ever give it back. This is now my most favorite gift and one that I will cherish forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0245.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Crayonz did, was take this picture of my adorable (352 day old) granddaughter... (guess who's celebrating their 1st birthday next week?) also known as Doodlebug from my blog. (She was 6 months old in this picture as this just happened to be from my bday post of 7/17.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blognapped the picture and had it made into this wonderful work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/scan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/scan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scan of this does not do it justice. This person who did this drawing is a genius and captured her eyes and smile perfectly, down to the little bubble that was on the tip of her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for this most fabulous gift. I will be taking it in to have it framed this weekend and every time I look at it, I know I will remember what a fantastic little girl Doodlebug is and how fortunate I am to have met such a special and wonderful person as &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; and her beautiful daughter Lauren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113651710740779782?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113651710740779782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113651710740779782' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113651710740779782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113651710740779782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-brown-envelope.html' title='A little brown envelope'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113591666985522967</id><published>2005-12-29T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:35:34.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what day again?</title><content type='html'>It looks like the week is almost over. It's been very confusing to me as I was off most of last week (had to work a 1/2 day on Wed) and our office was closed on Monday, but I think I finally have it straight. Yesterday was Hump Day/WBW, tomorrow is TGIF/SPF Day, so that means today is Tantrum Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I'm happy to say that this week, we have had nothing but a content and happy baby and I'm feelin' pretty good myself. So, even though she's not crying or throwing a fit, I will show you some of my favorite pictures of Doodlebug from the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/christmas%20stuff%202%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug after opening her gifts on Christmas Eve Morning. (We celebrated a day early as she was at her Mommy's on Christmas Morning). From the look on her face, she got everything her little heart desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/christmas%20stuff%202%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug opening her new Red Flyer Wagon at the inlaw's house Christmas Day. It looks like such a big box may have been a little overwhelming for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/christmas%20stuff%202%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what Santa left under our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite pictures of all this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/christmas%20stuff%202%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first chocolate chip cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/christmas%20stuff%202%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt; is thinking right now and no, you can not lick the chocolate off her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113591666985522967?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113591666985522967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113591666985522967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113591666985522967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113591666985522967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-what-day-again.html' title='It&apos;s what day again?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113582603210649679</id><published>2005-12-28T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:32:31.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiring minds want to know</title><content type='html'>(NOTE: Blogger was being difficult in arranging my pictures and I finally gave up. These 3 pics belong further down in the post. Just act like they are there when you get to that area and no one will get hurt. Thank you from a very tired and frustrated Kgrams. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning and Shopping = Months&lt;br /&gt;Boxing and Wrapping = Hours&lt;br /&gt;Opening the Gifts = Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another successful Christmas Morning = a massive pile of trash. You thought it would say priceless didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we had a wonder Christmas and I hope you did as well. The title of my post is actually attributed to this &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-stuff-portrait-friday.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The items in the bag were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I pulled out this adorable little snowman couple. I know Doodlebug &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; picked this out as I love snowmen and this is how happy my DH &amp;amp; I are together. OK, you can stop gagging and move down to the next item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have 2 adorable little angels, I guess DB and EA thought these represented them? I will give it to DB, but EA... no way. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but definitely not least, was this wonderful mug. Yes, it will definitely be my new Hot Chocolate Mug. I wonder how they were able to pick this one out. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, I was totally spoiled. EA went waaaaaaay overboard with a bonanza of gifts in a huge gift bag. Here are some of the items it included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20033.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20033.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, those are purse and shoe paper clips. The notebook says "Some people work to live, other live to work. I work to expand my SHOE COLLECTION and EAT OUT. Does she know me or what? She even included cute little socks (if you know her, you know her sock fetish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if all of this wasn't enough, my DH went way overboard on his gifts this year. He normally gets me 5 or 6 items. This year he got me 2 gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the first one and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20024.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20024.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you can't read the writing on the box, it says COACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second item was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/christmas%20stuff%202%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/christmas%20stuff%202%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he is giving me a 4 hour spa treatment and shopping for a Coach Purse. I ask you, does life get any better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I showed you mine, will you show me what was under your tree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113582603210649679?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113582603210649679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113582603210649679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113582603210649679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113582603210649679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='Inquiring minds want to know'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113537934917285502</id><published>2005-12-23T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:27:43.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Stuff Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know it's been a long time, but today I am playing SPF. Just in case you have no clue what I'm talking about, I'll give you the rules. The beautiful and newly engaged Christine over at &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.blogspot.com"&gt;Random and Odd&lt;/a&gt; gives us a 3 items which we must scramble around and take pictures of and then post on our blog. This week's theme of course is HO HO HO it's Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 items this week are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your favorite wrapped present&lt;br /&gt;2) Something new you added to your decorations this year&lt;br /&gt;3) Your Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Favorite Wrapped Present &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's really a bag, but I love it for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) It has a snowman on it.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's purple and pink (my favorite colors)&lt;br /&gt;3) It's from Doodlebug&lt;br /&gt;4) Last, but definitely not least, the bag and gift were actually picked out and paid for by none other than &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something new I added to my decorations this year (OK, I have 2 things)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is for Doodlebug. When we were at the Hallmark Store, she was laughing and dancing when he was playing. So yes, we had to buy one for our house. When she goes into the living room, she immediately stops at him and turns him on. Hey, if it keeps here happy and away from the Christmas Tree, I'm all for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one I bought for me. This is from Party Lite. It plays music and the snow can be turned on and off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Christmas Cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally hang all of my cards up, but this year they didn't make it as someone in my house just loves to pull things down. : ) Sorry if your card is not showing, but I ran out of room on the table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you play? Let me know and I'll make sure to stop by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113537934917285502?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113537934917285502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113537934917285502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113537934917285502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113537934917285502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Christmas Stuff Portrait Friday'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113531746959051337</id><published>2005-12-22T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:57:49.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Night in a Magical Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is Thursday, but no Tantrums here tonight. Tonight, we went on a journey. What with the holiday "Christmas" season ( yes, I must add the word Christmas as I am refusing to be PC about it), we decided to have a family night and do something fun together. So, we loaded ourselves into the beast and set off to &lt;a href="http://www.eurekajellystone.com/santa/photos"&gt;Santa's Magical Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the speed limit is about 2 miles an hour as we wound through the over 2000 shimmering lights and animated displays, Doodlebug was allowed to sit on my lap. From there, she took in all the sights and sounds. She ooo'd and aaaaah'd at the lights and bounced to the music playing.&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy watching her, that I found myself not paying attention to the lights themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the light display with my DH in past years, but this had to be the best time ever, seeing it with the teenager and Doodlebug. I can't wait till next year when she will actually understand what it is she is looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a fun family evening as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113531746959051337?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113531746959051337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113531746959051337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113531746959051337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113531746959051337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/magical-night-in-magical-kingdom.html' title='Magical Night in a Magical Kingdom'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113487422867418673</id><published>2005-12-17T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:54:05.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Tag</title><content type='html'>First, I would like to take a moment to apologize... due to the holiday hustle and bustle and all the other normal stuff going on, I am once again late on my tag. Then, when I actually had the time to sit down and do my post, blogger wouldn't upload my photos. AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that is done, &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Tag - a picture of your Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Xmas%20card%20002.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Xmas%20card%20002.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my tree that I actually took the day after Tammy tagged me. It's a good thing, cause with all the additional presents I've added, you can barely see the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Xmas%20card%20009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know I had to throw one in with Doodlebug. Doesn't she look pretty in her Christmas Dress and so grown up at 11 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten Random Things About Me tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have worked for the same company for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;2. People always tell me that I appear confident and know what I am talking about, but when I have to speak to a room full of people (even those that I know) I am very nervous and feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been married twice. The first time at the age of 19, the second time at 31.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate seafood and refuse to even cook or touch it due to the smell.&lt;br /&gt;5. I purchased my first brand new car when I was 30.&lt;br /&gt;6. My first airplane trip was in 1997 to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have para-sailed and want to hang-glide.&lt;br /&gt;8. No tattoos for me, but I am constantly teasing my DH that I am going to get one. (Secretly, I am too scared of the pain, plus worried where it will drop to and look like 20 years from now.)&lt;br /&gt;9. My first job was at a community school when I was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's my turn to tag 5 people: &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blahggert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Kept Woman&lt;/a&gt; and anyone else up to the challenge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113487422867418673?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113487422867418673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113487422867418673' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113487422867418673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113487422867418673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/belated-tag.html' title='Belated Tag'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113444993957533497</id><published>2005-12-12T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:58:59.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EA...my pimp and my partner</title><content type='html'>I had planned on posting my tag from Tammy today, but something happened that must be posted first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office closed at 3:00 on Friday for our annual holiday party. At 3:05, I was getting ready to walk out of my cube when my phone rang. I hesitated for a brief second on answering it, but my OCD got to me and I had to pick it up. Boy am I glad that I did as it was On the Go's Mom (P). She had come up "FREE" tickets to Neil Diamond and was offering me some. Needless to say I jumped on them. (Lumpy and I had wanted to go, buy neither of us could justify shelling out $85 a few weeks before xmas). I immediately called Lumpy and told her the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the title of my post. The reason I got the phone call was because P actually called &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; and asked her if she was interested. She stated no, but that I was dying to go. Yup, EA knew my addiction and hooked me up. On Sunday (the day of the concert), I called Lumpy early afternoon to remind her of something before she headed out to my house, I was told she was in bed sleeping. Later at On the Go's baby shower, I received a call from Lumpy's DH telling me she was sick with the stomach flu and wasn't going to make it. I asked EA what she was doing that night and her answer was... going to see Neil with you. Is she a great sissy or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say the concert was amazing. Neil may be old, but man can he perform. Our seats where fab. We were so close that I could see the bongo players earring. EA mentioned that she was sure she could actually hit the stage with her bra. Not to worry, she kept it on, but I think the thought of it was really weighing on her mind. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes EA hooked me up and stood there by me... I couldn't ask for a better sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you concerned, the mushy stuff will stop here and I will be back to my normal self tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113444993957533497?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113444993957533497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113444993957533497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113444993957533497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113444993957533497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/eamy-pimp-and-my-partner.html' title='EA...my pimp and my partner'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113432472425473748</id><published>2005-12-11T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:21:15.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to a theater near you</title><content type='html'>Coming to a theater near you, WATER WORLD (part 2). Better action, more drama, leading actress is amazing!!!! Doodlebug doesn't even need a lead actor, Kevin Costner was given the boot!!!! Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your seats, grab a towel, and get ready to watch this years best water film!!!! Oscar worthy. Doodle is a must to be nominated!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.dropshots.com/videolink.php?userid=13954&amp;currentDate=20051208&amp;amp;currentTime=172226" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video at DropShots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Doodlebug has a new hobby!! She loves to let her drink run out of her mouth, then she scrunches up her nose&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CREDITS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Script by Doodlebug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directed by KGrams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filmed by KGrams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narration by Aunt T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;promotional info by Aunt T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113432472425473748?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113432472425473748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113432472425473748' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113432472425473748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113432472425473748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/coming-to-theater-near-you.html' title='Coming to a theater near you'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113384084114996783</id><published>2005-12-06T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:04:17.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO &amp; HA HA HA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Snowman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A little holiday humor to brighten a cold December day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/snowcones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/snowcones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/snowman%20hose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/snowman%20hose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/birds.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/birds.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/rudolph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/rudolph.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113384084114996783?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113384084114996783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113384084114996783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113384084114996783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113384084114996783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho-ha-ha-ha.html' title='HO HO HO &amp; HA HA HA'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113375253608595834</id><published>2005-12-05T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:21:51.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your holiday song?</title><content type='html'>My holiday theme song is... Let It Snow &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/snow_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you enjoy all of the year's holidays, but there's just something about this time of year… Even if Mother Nature cheats you out of a White Christmas, you know how to make the most of the season — whether with loved ones or strangers you meet along the way. As much as you might like to bundle up and romp outdoors, you also enjoy kicking back to bask in the glow of the season — or maybe the glow of a dozen strings of lights in your living room. You, more than others, really know how to feel cozy. And for someone who enjoys curling up by a fire, warming a cup of cocoa, or snuggling down with a classic Christmas movie, there's no better theme song. So just remember: If the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and if you've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/holidaytune/authorize/register.jsp?url=%2Ftests%2Fholidaytune%2Findex.jsp"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to find out your holiday theme song. Hey, don't forget to leave me a comment letting me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113375253608595834?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113375253608595834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113375253608595834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113375253608595834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113375253608595834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-your-holiday-song_05.html' title='What&apos;s your holiday song?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113374787099346828</id><published>2005-12-04T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:18:18.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't even use botox</title><content type='html'>While Gma is a little under the weather, I thought I would take over her blog for her. Plus I figured as she hasn't been posting much, you must all really miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Gma kept telling me that I had Jolie lips and didn't have to use botox. I'm not sure what Jolie lips are or what botox is, but I do know that it hurt really bad. You see, I'm into walking now (or as Gma calls it, frankenstein lumbering... I don't get this either) and the other day, I was walking across the living room when I got all the way to the other side. I got so excited that I had made it all the way across to the big green tree with all the lights and shiny stuff that I fell and hit my mouth on the coffee table. It hurt really bad and there was red stuff everywhere. Gma held me close and kept telling me it would be ok, but she was crying too. Then, she gave me my special toys she keeps in the big box with all the food it in and I felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a couple of pictures that Gma took that night, but trust me, my lip was much bigger the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend and I'll talk to you all again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodlebug&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113374787099346828?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113374787099346828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113374787099346828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113374787099346828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113374787099346828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-didnt-even-use-botox.html' title='I didn&apos;t even use botox'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113373940842949918</id><published>2005-12-04T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:36:49.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst part of being sick</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick, it really sucks bad. I am a run around, get a ton of things done kinda girl and yet I have been parked on my couch since late yesterday afternoon. (EA, I know you've been stuck on the couch as well honey and I feel for ya, but at the end of this, you will have to agree that this is just a little worse.) I woke up Friday morning with a cough. By 3:00 that day, I was headed home feeling sickly. Yesterday it was worse and today is not much better. I am coughing, sneezing, have a headache and feel like someone took a baseball bat and beat the crap out of me. Ahhh, but this is not the worse part of it all. You see, my DH is not feeling well either. Yes, I am living with a sick man in the house. But it gets even worse than that. If I had to pick, I would much rather be my husband at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I would rather be him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have the sneezing and runny nose&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have to cook and do the dishes while ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the #1 reason I would rather be him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't have to worry about peeing on themselves when they cough and/or sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, being a sick female just sucks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113373940842949918?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113373940842949918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113373940842949918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113373940842949918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113373940842949918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/worst-part-of-being-sick.html' title='The worst part of being sick'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113358309639969029</id><published>2005-12-02T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:11:37.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Achievement...</title><content type='html'>has become my biggest failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been around lately as I have had a lot of things happening, well, at least one big thing. I have started this post in my head many times, but have never actually typed it out as I keep hoping that things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest achievement was the day my son was born.  This was the most special day in my life and I have treasured being a “Mom” to my son for the past 17 years.  However, I have now found out that I have actually failed at being a parent and am apparently not the great mom that I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, November 16th, I found out that my son had skipped school for the past 2 days and work for the past 4 days. When he arrived home that night from “work”, I confronted him with this information.  He didn’t have any answers as to why other than, “I don’t know”.  When I kept pushing him as this was not acceptable, he told me that he hated this house and everything here, including me. Yes, my son, the person that I love the most in the world and would give my life to protect told me that he actually hated me.  He said he hated it all and wanted to move. I told him that I was really sick of hearing him tell me that he wanted to move and that if he was really that unhappy and wanted to move, that I would help him pack and take him to his Dad’s on Saturday.  He continued to be rude and throw a fit. I then said forget it and why wait, that I would take him out to his Dad’s that night.  To prove our point, we took his car and house key from him.  What we didn’t know was that he had made another key to the car.  He walked Doodlebug’s mom out and then hopped in his car and took off. I didn’t see him again until Friday, Nov 18th when I was driving back to the office from a client appt and saw him pulled over on the side of the road by a police officer (failure to wear a seat belt). Needless to say, I doubled back and pulled over as well. We hugged on the side of the road and agreed to eat lunch together. We talked but really didn’t talk. He didn’t know what his problems were, but needed some time to get his thoughts together and figure out what he wants. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, but I had to leave him when we were done. I so wanted to grab him and take him back with me, but I couldn’t as he would just run again and run even further. On Monday, Nov 21st, he called me at 11:00 pm and asked if he could come home. I was so relieved and immediately said yes. He came home and we talked a little, but he really didn’t have much to say. The next morning he left for school and I didn’t hear from him again until Thanksgiving. This is when he showed up to get more clothes and wanted gas money to go see his dad. I told him no that I wasn’t giving him any money and that I was actually going to take the car back. Doodlebug and her mommy showed up then, he waited until I was talking to the baby and he took off again.  I found him at my Mom’s house and we had it out over his irresponsibility and that he could not continue on this path.  Then with the help of my family I took the car and stashed it away somewhere. My sister “D” then drove him to his Dad’s house (about 35 miles away). On Friday, his Dad was dumb enough to bring him back into the city and dropped him off here. My son sweet talked me and apologized for everything.  The minute he found out that I didn’t have the car and that he couldn’t have it back, he stated “that’s it, I’m outta here”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then spoke to him again the next Tuesday. He had made a decision and decided he wanted to move to his grandparent’s house (about 45 miles away). Wed, his Grandpa picked him up around noon and by 5:00, he was calling me crying. He stated he was confused and didn’t know what he wants to do with his life. He begged me to come get him, so I hopped in my car and brought him home. We had a nice conversation and discussed a lot of things. He still wouldn’t tell me why he didn’t want to live at home, but did tell me he would like to try and live with my sister “D”. We talked to “D” and told him we would try to work it out for him. He stayed at home on Wed night. On Thursday, I spoke to him on my way home from work and he told me that he had spoken to Father at school and had gone to confession. He then told me he knew why he didn’t want to live at home. He can’t stand my husband as he is jealous of him and the fact that my DH took me away from him. I explained that I was not taken away from him, that he comes before my DH any day and that my DH knows that.  I also explained that he actually gave me up, as he has gotten older and wants to be with his friends and not hang out with Mom much anymore.  I also explained that this is normal and that I would always be here to help him and would love to do things with him whenever he would like.  He then came home when I got home from work. When I got home, he helped me get ready for my candle party and then went to a friend’s house until the party was over. This morning, I asked him what he wanted to do. He said he would like to try living at home again.  Tonight, I found out that he walked in one door and out another.  Here it is 10:00 pm and he has not come home yet today and is out with some friends that I don’t know anything about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday has so many twists and turns that I just don’t know anymore and I am just living minute to minute.  I may have failed as a Mom, but I’m not giving up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to read this long post.  I will try to get back to my normal blogging and happier posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113358309639969029?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113358309639969029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113358309639969029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113358309639969029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113358309639969029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-greatest-achievement.html' title='My Greatest Achievement...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113202804250446963</id><published>2005-11-14T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:36:07.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The price you have to pay</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely not &lt;a href="http://www.juliarobertsonline.com"&gt;Julie Roberts&lt;/a&gt;, he's not &lt;a href="http://www.imbd.com/name/nm0000152"&gt;Richard Gere&lt;/a&gt; and this definitely wasn't a &lt;a href="http://www.imbd.com/title/tt0100405"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;. However, I do believe that I have now crossed the barrier into prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute, before you start judging me and saying this will never happen to you, think again, as you never know, it just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I gave up my morals (&lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;EA&lt;/a&gt;, stop it right now, as I do too have "some" morals) and did something I didn't think I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traded my "special box" for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this "extra special box".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0939.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it? Yeah baby, it was so freakin worth it and I do it again in a heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgrams, who put out to her husband, but got some damn good bling for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 notes:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Damn I need a manicure&lt;br /&gt;2 - For those of you wondering/placing bets, he actually picked up the ring Friday evening, I found out he had it Saturday early evening and he gave it to me Sunday morning... he had the ring for a total of 39 hours before I had it on my finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113202804250446963?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113202804250446963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113202804250446963' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113202804250446963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113202804250446963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/price-you-have-to-pay.html' title='The price you have to pay'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113192832019994940</id><published>2005-11-13T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:37:52.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna dance?</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted a lot of pictures of Doodlebug lately as I have been way busy, plus it's tough to get her not to grab the camera. So, I thought I would throw this one out there for ya. I know it may be boring to some of you, but to those of us who know and love her, we just can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done about a month ago and the song in the background is the theme song for the show Grace Under Fire. For some reason, she loves this song and will stop whatever she is doing to watch/listen. I had to get this on tape as it just cracks me up that she recognizes the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=13954&amp;currentDate=20051014&amp;amp;currentTime=192210" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug gettin' her groove thang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jusspress.com/"&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113192832019994940?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113192832019994940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113192832019994940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113192832019994940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113192832019994940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/wanna-dance.html' title='Wanna dance?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113185990835986363</id><published>2005-11-12T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:31:48.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read this?</title><content type='html'>I received the following email yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olny srmat poelpe can.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it correctly on the first try, so how did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113185990835986363?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113185990835986363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113185990835986363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113185990835986363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113185990835986363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-read-this.html' title='Can you read this?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113168968639987605</id><published>2005-11-11T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:14:53.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF - also known as SPF</title><content type='html'>OK, I did this yesterday, but wasn't able to load all the pics and then time got away. Now today, blogger has not been nice about loading my pics. So, here it is a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have made it through another work week and now we are rewarded with our weekly scavenger hunt known as Stuff Portrait Friday. This week, &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt; wants us to "Show her the $$$" or at least what you've spent it all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Last thing bought for you&lt;br /&gt;Your Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I bought for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/spf11-11%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/spf11-11%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was pretty easy, as there was this great purchase I made a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, it has put a major stop to all additional shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/spf11-11%20010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/spf11-11%20010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, when I was at BBB (Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond) last week, I found this large serving bowl and just had to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing bought for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/ring.3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/ring.3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all thought for sure that it would be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/spf11-11%20008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/spf11-11%20008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, surprisingly, you are wrong. My DH came home Monday night with these for me. Am I spoiled or what. I think he was thinking that if I saw these, I wouldn't give the pouty face on not getting the ring yet. It worked for a day. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/spf11-11%20024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/spf11-11%20024.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my wallet - I got this at the Coach Outlet Store when DH and I were at Lake of the Ozarks back in August. It is definitely my all time favorite wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/spf11-11%20023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/spf11-11%20023.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play? Let me know so I can stop by and don't forget to drop by and let &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt; know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113168968639987605?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113168968639987605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113168968639987605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113168968639987605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113168968639987605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/tgif-also-known-as-spf.html' title='TGIF - also known as SPF'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113168781558551044</id><published>2005-11-10T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:45:28.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum Thursday - Installment #9</title><content type='html'>Once again, I am doing my part to help those of you who are looking at Doodlebug's pictures and saying... Oh, look how sweet, I think I want a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what life can really be like with a 9 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1) Help, something has my face&lt;br /&gt;2) The service here is so slow that I need a nap&lt;br /&gt;3) No way am I eating that junk in the jar, I want the good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick the title that best describes this picture. Don't forget to stop by and see &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; as she started this little tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113168781558551044?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113168781558551044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113168781558551044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113168781558551044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113168781558551044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/tantrum-thursday-installment-9.html' title='Tantrum Thursday - Installment #9'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113158826932848378</id><published>2005-11-09T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:30:04.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another installment of WBW</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's time for Way Back Wednesday. I've dug out my photos and my scanner is warming up, so I'm all ready for this week's assignment from &lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine.blogspot.com"&gt;Mama Duck&lt;/a&gt; (aka TKW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the assignment is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Great Outdoors...it's the last few weeks of fall, let's see you in the outdoors in the past...fishing, hunting, camping, something granola-crunchy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first set of pictures are definitely way way back. These are from 8/23/1981. I am not in any of these, as I was the one taking the pictures, plus as I'm not very photogenic, I prefer it this way. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/image0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at a lake where we used to spend a lot of our summers. Dad would cup his hands, let us stand in them and then throw us up in the air backwards so that we would make huge splashes in the water when we would land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/image0-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the cute little girl waiting oh so patiently for her turn? This is none other than &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next 2 pictures are only a little way back. These are from our honeymoon (Jan 1999).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/image0-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://www.royallahainaluau.org"&gt;luau&lt;/a&gt;, they took a bunch of us on stage to teach us how to do the hula dance. Do you know which one is me? Yup, I am the one on the end with my big butt sticking out. Wouldn't you know this is the picture my wonderful husband would snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/image0-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was on the beach just a little way down from our hotel. Nope, no swim suit pics for me as I'm not near as brave as &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/2005/11/way-back-wednesday-roughin-it.html"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; even though I did lose half my suit on the beach, but that's a story for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this little adventure as much as I did. If you played (and you had better, cause if I can get behind the baby bed, pull out the boxes and dig through it for pictures to play, then so can you) let me know so I can check out your pics. Also, don't forget to drop by and let Mama Duck know you played too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113158826932848378?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113158826932848378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113158826932848378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113158826932848378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113158826932848378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-installment-of-wbw.html' title='Another installment of WBW'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113141599031535758</id><published>2005-11-07T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:13:10.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Cleaning</title><content type='html'>It's November and even though it's been really warm, it's past time for some fall cleaning. Out goes the spring/summer stuff and in comes the fall/winter items. Well, my blog is no exception to this rule. I have now spent most of my evening changing my template. I still have a few more things to do and it should be complete by the end of the week. So, make sure to check back later this week and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113141599031535758?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113141599031535758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113141599031535758' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113141599031535758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113141599031535758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-cleaning.html' title='Fall Cleaning'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113129170356525120</id><published>2005-11-06T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:01:38.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy yet sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am have very mixed emotions. On one hand, I am happy, excited, ecstatic and all around giddy as yesterday, my DH bought me something. (you'll have to scroll down to see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/ring.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally get my 5 Diamond Anniversary Band that I have been wanting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had discussed that I would get it for our anniversary coming up in January, however then we purchased 2 vehicles and he started saying that we wouldn't be able to swing it. Then yesterday he asked me to meet him at Kay Jewelers. I of course being the wonderful devoted wife that I am agreed without hesitation. Well, yesterday was their annual VIP sale and we were able to get a fab deal on the ring. So my DH bought it for me and is having it sized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Your sitting at your computer reading this and thinking, what is her problem why is she having mixed emotions. It must be the $ - Nope, not it. Do you give? It's because he says when he picks the ring up, that I can't have it until our anniversary. Yes, he is making me wait 57 days until I can have my ring. This is going to be pure torture!!! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113129170356525120?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113129170356525120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113129170356525120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113129170356525120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113129170356525120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-happy-yet-sad.html' title='I&apos;m happy yet sad'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113114880362418064</id><published>2005-11-04T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:40:51.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday - Down There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Friday, time for Stuff Portrait Friday. In case you've been under a rock somewhere and don't know how to play, each week the beautiful, talented and newly engaged &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt; over at Random and Odd gives us 3 items which we must run around and take pictures of to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's them - Down There&lt;br /&gt;Your Door Mat&lt;br /&gt;Your Rug(s)&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Door Mat:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mat at the front door - nothing at all exciting, but it grabs all the dirt and helps keep the carpet clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Rugs:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my kitchen rug. I actually have 2 of these, one in front of the sink and the other is in front of the cabinet where I stand to do a lot of my food prep. They are really cushy and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rug in my bedroom. I had a hard time finding a purple rug and was real excited when I found this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Socks:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see my favorite socks, you'll have to click &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends-and-family-plan.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. These are my favorites as they have hearts on them and the fact that they were given to me by my wonderful blog sister &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; posted her socks, but I think she may change her mind about her favorite pair when she sees these cuties. (the little piggies in them are pretty gosh darn cute too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big shout out to my other blog sister &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; so that she doesn't feel left out tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113114880362418064?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113114880362418064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113114880362418064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113114880362418064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113114880362418064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuff-portrait-friday-down-there.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday - Down There'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113108289937129388</id><published>2005-11-03T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:41:39.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum Thursday #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is TGIF which means today must be Thursday and in the world of &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt;, it's time for another tantrum post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ever since they got this new box, we've been stuck in here in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/tantrum%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/tantrum%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you guys complaining about, look at us! We get tossed all over the floor, stepped on, crawled over, sat on and now that the Princess got her first tooth today, when we are chewed on, it feels like a miniature razor blade ripping through us. Please, make us go to the dark box for some rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the toys are getting restless, I guess it's time to rotate the poor guys so they all get equal treatment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113108289937129388?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113108289937129388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113108289937129388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113108289937129388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113108289937129388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/tantrum-thursday-8.html' title='Tantrum Thursday #8'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113098483413626834</id><published>2005-11-02T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:35:50.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I just can't hide it, I'm about to go shopping and I think I &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; love it. Oh, wait that's not how that song goes. Oh well, too bad, but I am going to go shopping asI haven't stepped into a store other then Sam's and the grocery for 2 weeks now and plus, I received an email today that had &lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/lp/holiday05/default.aspx?sc_cid=EM_Nov_US"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses who this might be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm going to the place that &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/2005/10/tantrum-thursday-13th-installment.html"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; refers to as "Build-A-Bear-And-Empty-Your-Wallet" (like it's not already empty).   Anyone want to go with me next weekend???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113098483413626834?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113098483413626834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113098483413626834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113098483413626834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113098483413626834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so excited'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113098255752837138</id><published>2005-11-02T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:54:35.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's finally hump day. Not only is the week half way over, but according to &lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine.blogspot.com"&gt;Mama Duck&lt;/a&gt; over at TKW, it is also the day we pull out those old photos, warm up the scanners and get to &lt;strike&gt;laugh at&lt;/strike&gt; view each others photos from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caraparks.com/blog/wbw_pink_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme is "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am definitely with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; on being a little scared on this one as she said, "with Mama Duck, nothing is safe".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what pics I wanted to post tonight, but couldn't find them. So, I found these and thought I'll never have another reason to ever post them, so here ya go. Hey, give a girl a break, at least I'm playing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken 1 1/2 months before our wedding. Notice anything unusual about this picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) It's November and I'm wearing shorts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In Missouri, you never know what the weather is going to be like. Hot enough for shorts in Nov and then we had major snow and ice storms the entire week before the wedding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) I have a tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No, the sun wasn't that great. We were going to Maui for our honeymoon and as my DH says I'm casper the ghost white, I had to get some color before we went.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) The fabulous poodle hair do I'm sporting. No comment necessary on the bad hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/image0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not 100% sure, but I'm thinking the flowers are either for my Bday, or more likely the one's he sent me as a "Way to Go!" when I lost 50 lbs. My thoughts on this picture were&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Wow, that shirt was cut much lower than I realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) I could freakin fly with the wings on my hair. (no TWK, it is not a mullet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think instead of WBW, what I should be calling this post is VBH for Very Bad Hair photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OK, I played, you can make fun of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113098255752837138?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113098255752837138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113098255752837138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113098255752837138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113098255752837138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/11/way-back-wednesday.html' title='Way Back Wednesday'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113082073021629366</id><published>2005-10-31T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:52:10.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF - When I was a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember Halloween when I was young...&lt;br /&gt;We would really dress up with great costumes&lt;br /&gt;We had cute little bags or pumpkins for our candy&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors would give out candy&lt;br /&gt;Once you hit 12 years old, you knew that this would be your last year and even at that, you were pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I had 1 actual small child. An adorable little 2 year old dressed up as bear. Maybe 2 other children under the age of 10. The rest of the trick or treaters were over the age of 12, did not have on costumes or if they did, it was some dollar store mask and were actually using back packs, kitchen trash bags or just collecting the candy in their hands. I even had 1 kid that had 2 bags and asked me to put candy in the 2nd one for his mom. What is up with this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the little bear that came by and Doodlebug, Halloween would have totally blown this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject of what it was like when I was a kid, remember &lt;a href="http://www.crackerjack.com/home.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? We loved not only eating the wonderful caramel coated popcorn and peanuts, but really looked forward to the prizes we would get. I had a bag (it wasn't even in a box anymore) recently, I was hard pressed to find any peanuts and for the prize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cracker%20jack%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cracker%20jack%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cracker%20jack%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cracker%20jack%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this piece of paper was the prize. It wasn't even a sticker, just a find the hidden sea creature. Definitely a big WTF on this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113082073021629366?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113082073021629366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113082073021629366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113082073021629366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113082073021629366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf-when-i-was-kid.html' title='WTF - When I was a kid'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113076173353844459</id><published>2005-10-31T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:28:53.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I flip on the television last night as I am preparing for bed and notice the channel is the Oxygen network. Not a problem, I love the &lt;strike&gt;shoes&lt;/strike&gt; (yes, this was an actual typo, see how my brain works) shows on this station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't realize, is that &lt;a href="http://www.wnetwork.com/tv_shows/shows/sunday_night_sex_show/bio.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what was on. All I know is was going about my business putting on my jammies and getting my sleep machine ready when someone starts talking about vibrators and c_ck rings. Have you seen this show? Between the fact that she looks like she would be someone's sweet little Nana and that they talk about everything and anything that you can image and some things that you can't, it is a real shocker. Let's just know that I went to bed last night as a newly informed person on certain topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I purposely edited the word above as I do not want to go to my stat counter and discover my blog has been found due to that word. I'll leave things like that for &lt;a href="http://www.wnetwork.com/tv_shows/shows/sunday_night_sex_show/bio.asp"&gt;Mama Duck&lt;/a&gt; over at TKW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113076173353844459?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113076173353844459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113076173353844459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113076173353844459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113076173353844459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-flip-on-television-last-night-as.html' title=''/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113059365336324003</id><published>2005-10-29T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:47:33.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug wanted to play last night after all, it was a Friday night (ok and she is only 9 months old and that's what she does best). She was also very tired and needed a nap last night and to top it off, she was hungry and needed to be fed her dinner. What do you think we did? We hung out in a hot department store sitting around waiting out turn to take pictures as they were running 1 hour behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this is just a recipe for disaster, but I thought hey, we have the appointment and we're here. Plus, maybe they won't be all so dang cute this time and I will be able to pass some of them up and save me some $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the proof sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/400/image0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, didn't save a cent as I had to buy some of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how this little girl can turn off the crankiness and turn on the charm and the smiles when the camera points at her. Doodlebug is truly the best baby ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113059365336324003?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113059365336324003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113059365336324003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113059365336324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113059365336324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113049796578360761</id><published>2005-10-27T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:27:38.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tantrum Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today must be Thursday as tomorrow if finally Friday. Quite some time ago, &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt; declared Thursday's as Tantrum day. This is the day you get to see our darling little dears not in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Doodlebug's tantrum picture for this week. I know she doesn't look very mad, but trust me if you had the audio version, she was ticked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0863.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0863.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm slip sliding on this notebook and my shoulders are stuck and I can't get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So being the great gma that I am, you know what I did when she got stuck back there and started whimpering and whining? Yup, I ran and got the camera. However, she was full blown mad when I got back and refused to look up at me to snap her picture. We'll work harder on it for next week. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really did this on Thursday, however, blogger would not allow me to upload the picture and this post is no good without the picture, so I hold it as a draft until today.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113049796578360761?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113049796578360761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113049796578360761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113049796578360761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113049796578360761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-tantrum-thursday.html' title='Another Tantrum Thursday'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113021035386748038</id><published>2005-10-25T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:42:20.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a shoetastic day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug is now crawling, standing and walking while holding onto objects. Due to this and fact that the weather is getting cooler, I knew that I had to purchase her a new pair of shoes. After many hours spent reviewing &lt;a href="http://preschoolians.com/category.asp?id=53"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site, I knew that I could never narrow it down to 1 pair, so I ordered 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very excited and rushed home each night to see if they had arrived in the mail. After 2 weeks, I began to worry. I called Preschoolians on the 7th of October and the wonderful young lady who answered the phone apologized and said that I should have gotten them the day before. She stated that if I did not get them in my mail that day, to call them back and they would send me a different pair overnight so that she would have something to wear until the one's I ordered arrived. As that was the day of my car accident, I did not get around to calling them for several more days. When I called back, my call was answered by Ian. Ian was also delightful (I'm not sure where they find such great employees, but I definitely would like to see if they can be cloned for other places I shop) to deal with and explained the hold up was in the shipping to their store. I understood this was something totally beyond their control and told him so. He then told me the strangest thing... due to my problems with not receiving my shoes when I should have, they were going to GIVE me a free pair. I was speechless! No one is ever nice to me when I call them with a problem and they certainly don't try to fix my problem and reward me for my misfortune and bringing it to their attention. I was in customer service heaven!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week a package arrived, it was actually sent to me via 2nd day air by Preschoolians once it reached their store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say, even the way they are packaged is just to cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_08552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what it contained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_08562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm Walking Barefoot Sport Adjust LaceWhite Pink and I'm Walking Barefoot Lycra Mary JaneBlack Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_08692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title for this picture is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Look Gma, I 'm a weeble wobble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Hey just what was it you put in my bottle today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/iwbruggedpink_Asmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the free pair, I didn't know what to order, so I enlisted the help of EA and her DH. They narrowed it down to about 15 pair. Then between me and my DH, we finally got it down to these. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/iwbruggedpink_Asmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/iwbruggedpink_Asmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Walking Barefoot RuggedPink Nubuck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Preschoolians for taking care of my little Doodlebug's feet, you're the best!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113021035386748038?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113021035386748038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113021035386748038' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113021035386748038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113021035386748038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-shoetastic-day.html' title='It&apos;s a shoetastic day'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-113020843987337744</id><published>2005-10-24T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:48:08.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; has been on my butt as I haven't posted lately. To my blogging friends, I would like to say... I'm sorry, but I have been very busy with work and car dealerships. To EA, I would like to say pthwwwwbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I have that out of my system, I must tell you a few things that I have recently heard, been told or figured out. WARNING - Parts of this post may be considered TMI. If you don't want to know, then stop reading after the next paragraph. Yeah, like any of you are really going to stop reading... I know you're all just going to skip the next paragraph aren't ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot of Wal-Mart - We were putting our purchases in the back of the vehicle the other day when EA stated that she was dropping her drawers. I asked her politely to keep them on as this was a family friendly parking lot. Alright, she was really picking up her new little bin sorter with drawers and they started falling out, but I thought it was a funny statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car dealership - A few of the salesman were in a cube together talking together and did not realize that I was within earshot when one of them told the following joke - What's the ultimate sign of trust? Two cannibals doing a 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the elevator - (EA &amp;amp; TEH, stop the thoughts right there and actually read this) I got on the elevator the other day and the only other passenger was a fed ex delivery guy. Several times he glanced down to the floor by my feet. I looked thinking maybe I had dropped one of the several small pieces of paper I was carrying when he stated "Your toes are really cute". I told him thank you and that it is one of my few pamperings. He then said "Yes, you should pamper them, as they are very suckable and kissable". Luckily about that time the doors opened and he got off as I was to stunned to say or think anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversation with my DH:&lt;br /&gt;DH - Are you wearing your diamond earrings today?&lt;br /&gt;ME - Yes, I always wear them... I never take them out, why?&lt;br /&gt;DH - Would you check and make sure you have both of them?&lt;br /&gt;ME - OK, yes I have both. Why, did you find an earring?&lt;br /&gt;DH - Yes&lt;br /&gt;ME - Oh, it must be the teenager's or Doodlebug's, where did you find it?&lt;br /&gt;DH - In our bed in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Doodlebug's earring. Do I really need to finish this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I have had several conversations with him and Doodle's mom about NOT doing "anything" and definitely NOT.DOING.ANYTHING.IN.MY.BED. EWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: My sheets were immediately cleaned in the hottest water the washer could make and the bed was then febreezed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-113020843987337744?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/113020843987337744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=113020843987337744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113020843987337744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/113020843987337744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-random-things.html' title='A few random things'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112969184186213262</id><published>2005-10-18T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:28:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I have been overwhelmed with things to do and the weather has been crappy, I have not been able to take a picture of my new vehicle. However, here is one in the correct color that I found on Nissan's website. Hopefully this will help the creativeness of my fellow bloggers as you help me choose a name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/pathfinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/pathfinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-help-from-my-friends.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post? Well, I decided I would send a little something to the person that picked the winning vehicle. I had already looked at and test driven the Toyota Highlander and was really leaning towards it. Then, I went to visit a client today who just happens to be a car dealer. When we were talking and I mentioned that I was looking for a new vehicle, the person I was meeting with took me to their sales manager who gave me a deal on a vehicle that I just couldn't refuse and was willing to take my vehicle as a trade in "as is" (meaning that I don't have to fix the damage from the accident) and they gave me a little over blue book value. I was in car buying heaven. So, I signed the preliminary paperwork this afternoon and tomorrow I will go back with my DH and we will sign the rest of the paperwork and I should be driving away in my &lt;a href="http://www.nissanusa.com/vehicles/ModelHomePage/0,,126700,00.html?Site=Google&amp;Creative=Unknown&amp;amp;Area=nissan%5Fpathfinder"&gt;new vehicle&lt;/a&gt;. (In case you want to know, I got the 2005 as it has rebates where the 2006 doesn't... also, no navigation pkg for this girl, waaaaaay to much money for that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to who I will be sending something to. The person that picked this vehicle is... me. Yup, no one mentioned this vehicle. Sorry yonz, no gifts for 2nd place. If I had any $ left, I would buy myself something, but I guess my spending days are over for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home for the dealer tonight, the vehicle right in front of me rearended someone. When I saw the damage done, I knew that I had made the right decision in buying a bigger tougher vehicle to protect my family, friends and especially my special precious cargo of a Doodlebug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm thinking I should name this beast... any thoughts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112969184186213262?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112969184186213262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112969184186213262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112969184186213262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112969184186213262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112960286846304171</id><published>2005-10-17T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:40:11.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Monday Night and you know what that means... it's time for some Monday Night Footba&lt;a href="http://www.stlouisrams.com/Gameday/week6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight's game is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;St. Louis Rams vs Indiana Colts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my DH is a major football fan, Doodlebug has agreed to do her duty to help the home state team and be a cheerleader for the Rams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the cutest cheerleader you have ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this far enough to be considered the splits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a touchdown - YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If your team needs a little extra help, and you would like her to cheer for them, just send her an outfit and I'm sure we can get a little pep rally goin' for you. Of course, if your team is playing against the Steelers or the Rams she won't be able to help you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NOTE: Yes, the Rams lost the game last night, however, they were winning while DB was awake. What happens once she goes night-night is out of her little cheering control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112960286846304171?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112960286846304171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112960286846304171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112960286846304171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112960286846304171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-ready-for-some-football_17.html' title='Are you ready for some football???'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112951446606626097</id><published>2005-10-16T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:03:47.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have so much free time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;**UPDATE - Yes, items can be shipped out of state.  They can actually be shipped directly to the purchaser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided that since I have so much free time on my hands working, helping take care of Doodlebug, raising a Teenager, "raising" a husband and keeping a home that I decided to sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stampinup.com/web2001/minicatalog/HolidayMini2005/Holiday_Mini_US.pdf"&gt;Stampin' Up!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, really I'm doing it for the discount on the stamps and supplies to feed my scrapbooking and craft habits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though I'm not into this for making the money and am giving big discounts, I still have sales quota I must reach. With that, I have to say a big&lt;strong&gt; thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoildbrat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Easily Amused&lt;/a&gt; for placing the first order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112951446606626097?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112951446606626097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112951446606626097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112951446606626097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112951446606626097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-i-have-so-much-free-time.html' title='Because I have so much free time'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112950404358277760</id><published>2005-10-16T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:19:39.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried, honestly I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I really tried to clean the house this weekend, unfortunately, it didn't work. I started on the first floor dusting and putting things away and it was looking pretty good until Doodlebug decided to empty most of her toys out of her new toy box. EA even came over on Saturday afternoon and asked what tornado had blown through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning I got up with the determination that I was going to clean the upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started in my bedroom and Doodlebug's room (they have a connecting doorway so I can watch her and clean at the same time) with putting items away. Once this was completed, I made the bed and started dusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Doodlebug did in her room while I was trying to clean up my desk and put her clothes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what she did in my room when I was putting my clothes away and making my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Poor Jasper, he looks like a casualty victim lying there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her contribution to the cleaning effort while I was dusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I started cleaning all over again, but have still not finished. Do I at least get points for trying??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112950404358277760?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112950404358277760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112950404358277760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112950404358277760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112950404358277760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-tried-honestly-i-did.html' title='I tried, honestly I did'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112935038220658258</id><published>2005-10-16T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:38:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this child look deprived?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; (formally known as TEH) noted in her &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112917313004139066"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; the other day that I had deprived poor Doodlebug of such wonderful things as butter, salt and pepper. With that, I feel I must defend myself and my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I must say that the reason for no salt and pepper is that I love A LOT of salt and pepper on my potato and it would have been way too much for her. With regard to the butter, unfortunately, Doodle is lactose intolerant. Therefore, what little dairy she can have I reserve for things like whip creme and ice cream... after all, there are priorities in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove that she is not deprived, here is a list of some of the non-baby foods I have let her have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cheerios - &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;crayonz&lt;/a&gt; started her on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Doodle2%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Doodle2%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Give me those cheerios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Doodle2%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice Cream - yes, she licks my spoon whenever I have ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Creme Puffs - If you haven't seen it already, check out this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/more%200111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/more%200111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love creme puffs. Look, I saved some on my face for a snack later. Better make sure Aunt T isn't around or she'll be licking it off my face. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Baked and Mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Rolls and Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Dumplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Fresh Peaches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) Bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Little Debbie Snack Cakes (she gets to gum a little piece off here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%200011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gma said since I'm a little pumpkin, that I could have one of Papa's pumpkin cookies (she also gave me a ghostie cookie).  Wow, these are so good and soft that I can eat them even though I don't have any teeth.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She also said between the pumpkins and ghosts that I should have really colorful diapers this week. Hmmm, do you think that means she finally got the hint that white is out after labor day&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/cookies%200061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/cookies%200061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Mini Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gma, what's this new white squishy thing you have in your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm, not to bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See she is not at all &lt;strike&gt;spoiled&lt;/strike&gt; errr deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112935038220658258?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112935038220658258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112935038220658258' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112935038220658258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112935038220658258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/does-this-child-look-deprived.html' title='Does this child look deprived?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112934706914656406</id><published>2005-10-14T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:39:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What, today's Friday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;UPDATE: A new picture has been added. Sorry, but I was working from my desk last night and this pic was on my laptop. For those of you who have already read this, can you guess which picture was added?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what that means? Yes, I have to get my rear in gear and go on my weekly scavenger hunt for my SPF pictures. This week, &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt; is having us take pictures of pictures. Yup, you read that right, this weeks subjects are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best picture you have ever taken of something/someone&lt;br /&gt;The best picture of yourself &amp; why you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;A favorite picture that someone else took/painted/doodled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find all the items and pass this week, as I have been absent the past few weeks and am tardy today, I really need an A. Hmmm, maybe if I post extra pictures I can get some extra credit points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The best picture you have ever taken of something/someone -&lt;br /&gt;This one is really tough for me, as I have taken soooo many pictures of Doodlebug and personally, I think they are all great. I really have to narrow this down to 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am posting 2 pictures. One of the teenager when he was young and one of Doodlebug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To me, both of these pictures show the innocence of 2 adorable bright babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that they're related? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is another picture that I took. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/day2%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/day2%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you guess who's ta tas these are??? I just love that she was brave enough to wear this &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; shirt (what a typo huh, I had to leave it in as it amused me and I knew it would amuse EA and the person in the picture.) and I'am also a little jealous of the boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The best picture of yourself &amp; why you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was even tougher than the first. However, for the total opposite reason. I don't like myself in pictures. I try to stay behind the camera, not in front of it. Even so, I dug out a couple of shots for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/p19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/p19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/scan0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/scan0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are special because they are photos of me and my Dad when I was little. See how I look like a Daddy's girl? Yup, I was until &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; else came along and made me a middle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_08371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a more recent picture of myself (It's only 13 years old) . This picture has special meaning to me as after I divorced the teenager's dad, I lived with my parents for a couple of years to get back on my feet. After I moved out into my own place I took my son and had our picture taken together. To me, this picture has always been a symbol that no matter what else happens, as long as the two of us stuck together, we would make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A favorite picture that someone else took/painted/doodled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two drawings the teenager did for me around the time he turned 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_08392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved the lion and thought he did a great job on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_08402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/200/IMG_08402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my son brought this picture home and gave it to me, he said "Mom, I thought you needed a night in shining armor to look out for you, so I painted you this picture." I had tears in my eyes when he told me that. The picture was then hung in my cube at work until he got older and begged me to take it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, did you play? Let me know and I'll stop by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112934706914656406?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112934706914656406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112934706914656406' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112934706914656406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112934706914656406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-todays-friday.html' title='What, today&apos;s Friday?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112925950187411492</id><published>2005-10-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:10:28.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tantrum Thursday Post by Doodlebug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it's Thursday and according to my friend &lt;a href="http://www.babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren's&lt;/a&gt; mommy (aka crayonz), that means it's time for another tantrum. Yes, as cute as I am, I too have tantrums. Here is my tantrum from this past week. The part of DB was played by me, Doodlebug and the part of Gma was played by my Grandma (you know her as kgrams).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DB - Gma, I miss &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofaspoiledbrat.blogspot.com"&gt;Aunt T&lt;/a&gt;, can she come over and bring Joe Dirt for me to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Gma - No, sweetie, Aunt T is out of town with Uncle D. They went to Chicago so he could run in a the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DB - Bwaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/IMG_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB - But Gma, she makes me laugh and doesn't mind it when I slobber all over her Diet Pepsi. Hmm, I have an idea. Gma, can I have Aunt T's password so that I can type on her blog?&lt;br /&gt;Gma - Sure honey, anything you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB - Heh heh, did you guys see that? I knew the crying thing would work, it's almost as good as the grin. Now, I get to play with gma's computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Aunt T, it wasn't all an act, I do love you and I did miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112925950187411492?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112925950187411492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112925950187411492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112925950187411492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112925950187411492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-tantrum-thursday-post-by-doodlebug.html' title='My Tantrum Thursday Post by Doodlebug'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12928271.post-112917313004139066</id><published>2005-10-12T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:12:10.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you check out the ticker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we reached another milestone… Doodlebug is now 9 months old. While it is exciting that she is getting bigger and able to do more and more, it is sad that she is growing up so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we stopped at Red Lobster for dinner. She helped me eat my Cheddar Bay Biscuit, Baked Potato (not to worry, her portion was dished up before I added the butter, salt &amp; pepper) and Steamed Broccoli. Yes, pretty soon we’ll be ordering her meals from the kiddie menu. Twice now, we have given her the kids menu and crayolas. Sorry &lt;a href="http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com"&gt;Crayonz&lt;/a&gt;, but so far, her favorite thing to do with them is to bang them on the table or roll them off onto the floor and have us pick them up 50 times per meal. She also also tried eating them a few times when I wasn't feeding her quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 9 months my beautiful little butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Costume%20&amp;%20Target%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Costume%20%26%20Target%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; If I close my eyes and think a happy thought, maybe I can fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Costume%20&amp;%20Target%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Costume%20%26%20Target%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; OK, I have my happy thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Costume%20&amp;%20Target%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Costume%20%26%20Target%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I still have my happy thought and now I'm standing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/1600/Costume%20&amp;%20Target%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2096/1117/320/Costume%20%26%20Target%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh look at me, I really can fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12928271-112917313004139066?l=thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/feeds/112917313004139066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12928271&amp;postID=112917313004139066' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112917313004139066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12928271/posts/default/112917313004139066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofamiddlechild.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-you-check-out-ticker.html' title='Did you check out the ticker?'/><author><name>KGrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798848429448421473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b126/Pmcnally/Picture31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
