<?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-1714126418349088207</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:10:49.582-08:00</updated><category term='Growing up fast'/><title type='text'>This Mom's CinnFull Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as a mom, nothing get's better than this...


(C) 2010</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8677926276509126634</id><published>2012-01-26T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:10:49.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up fast'/><title type='text'>Children growing bigger every day</title><content type='html'>Looking through old photos can be very sad some times for a mom who realizes her kids are zooming through and getting so much older than I am quite ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went through and sorted out all we cared about etc it really hit me how fast my cuties have grown since some of the photos had been taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so cute and loved to be together when this photo was taken at Ages 3 &amp; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lbGhz65ouU/TyHpQE1Cs7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/35k3JF81x0g/s1600/my%2Bbest%2Bfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lbGhz65ouU/TyHpQE1Cs7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/35k3JF81x0g/s320/my%2Bbest%2Bfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my boys are much bigger at 11 and 9 years old. Now they never want each other near and are stll cute but way more mouthy. (yes Steve I am getting what I deserve), They have opinions and thoughts so unlike my own yet my print is there I hope they excel and do so much more than I ever allowed myself to so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUQtIwfmk1s/TyHqF_PvvxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Wiav2KxSthM/s1600/Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUQtIwfmk1s/TyHqF_PvvxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Wiav2KxSthM/s320/Card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the holidays were kind to all we love and even those we dont ( though that list is quite tiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8677926276509126634?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8677926276509126634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8677926276509126634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8677926276509126634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8677926276509126634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/children-growing-bigger-every-day.html' title='Children growing bigger every day'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lbGhz65ouU/TyHpQE1Cs7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/35k3JF81x0g/s72-c/my%2Bbest%2Bfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-3032497561498591472</id><published>2012-01-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:50:03.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage to follow your path..</title><content type='html'>As many know and others may find out these last 2 almost 3 years have been hard in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 babies dying in my arms and 1 miscarriage has brought in the last couple years a life path much different than the path I had foreseen. The last child our son Dragen came close to me going with him, I hemmoraged near to death 2 days after he was born. He was born still on 12/23/2010 due to stress and my body not being able to handle it all . The doctors said we could try for another but that with this being my 20th pregnancy with 5 making it to at least 2nd trimester chances were not great that the child would survive or that I would be there to care for it even if it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick was sweet and took care of &amp;nbsp;his side of it so that as he put it he gets to have me a lot longer. He is such a trooper and really appreciate the help his dad gave in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange part is 4 years ago I would have been devastated to know that my 2 sweet boys would be my only kids I get to raise. Now though it seems these trials have allowed me to start living for myself . Still be a mom and a loving wife but to really and truly start allowing myself to follow my dream path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago after dharma died we went through some counseling that helped us mend the damage done by the loss. One thing she pointed out though was that its fine and nobel to live only for your kids but that living for you is just as important. She said that maybe we should focus on moving out of utah where we had moved to solely for dax's benefit.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at first by the suggestion I have in general put every one elses needs before mine just out of habit and hating to hurt or disappoint them.Being a good mom to dax and dallon have been until recently all I ever thought about.Now though I know to be that good mom I need happiness also.&lt;br /&gt;We decided at that time to start moving forward with the moving some where else. Where had been the biggest debate. Of course we had planned to move 19 months ago and just felt so unready so we cancelled our plans and waited. I mean we knew west coast and all 3 states had reasons why it would be awesome to live there. family, friends,etc.&lt;br /&gt;The we got pregnant with dragen and figured that was our sign to stay. Life happened after all that and were still in utah.What finally freed us from waiting was changes in dax's school situation and therapy. With his speech therapist gone on a mission to singapore and the school making decisions I neither support or am willing to live with moving now makes logical sense for us.&lt;br /&gt;I recently took stock and listed what lessons I have learned in the last while.&lt;br /&gt;1. Time and place is everything&lt;br /&gt;2.There is always another path dust your self off and go on with your life. ( easier said than done but trust me it is always doable.&lt;br /&gt;3.Paths some times lead you to &amp;nbsp;life styles and experiences you may never had seen your self doing or though you had to wait until you were old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;4.Trust your gut.&lt;br /&gt;5. you are not guilty ( my own issues are very imbedded in this one lol.) this has been my mantra since heck I can make myself feel guilty for a death a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick and I are finally ready to follow the path we had wanted to follow years ago when we were young and first in love. To work for our selves and live in an rv together and travel where the path leads us. Now some &amp;nbsp;friends already know this and think we are insane,irresponsible ETC....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are but I have only one life and I do not want to sit on the side lines while others enjoy my dreams. Doing what we have been doing is not getting us any where. I would rather take a risk now than wait till I am 50 and wish I had done it sooner. Or worse something happens and I never took the chance to follow my path.&lt;br /&gt;So we are moving and buying a motor home and a travel trailer. The Rv is planned to be a Class C likely older model but livable. The travel trailer to most will seem wierd but hey as a wire artist and jewelry maven I need a good bead studio/ room so we will gut most of the trailer we get and make it into our mobile bead studio. No money if my supplies I have squirrled away over the last few years were not there.&lt;br /&gt;I am good at my work and know that by making it full time for both derk and I can live simply with that income. The kids are excited to move and a little scared as can be expected for kids who have only gone to one school there whole lives lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step has been where. Well with my favorite aunty ( always has been :) ) and awesome God mother and Father are there in California with its lovely farmers markets and love of truly hand made artisian work has turned out to be the place we both can agree on. So end of febuary we will be packed and ready to go to morro bay or pisomo beach or such. Hitch up our traveling band and head for california land of my birth and a place where our path has lead us. Packing up and moving forward has seemed to take on a life of it's own. Funny how that happens when you are on your path again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-3032497561498591472?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3032497561498591472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=3032497561498591472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3032497561498591472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3032497561498591472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/courage-to-follow-your-path.html' title='Courage to follow your path..'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-2682849007635089085</id><published>2011-09-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:31:35.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQuq2vMf2sY/Tme4JkPFMxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A5B7tiS2t9w/s1600/55117_1442430709732_1502018778_30930707_5642964_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQuq2vMf2sY/Tme4JkPFMxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A5B7tiS2t9w/s320/55117_1442430709732_1502018778_30930707_5642964_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I have not been blogging, summer came and kicked my rear. lot's of fun and laughter instead of blogging. we went camping,fishing,rock hounding and in general enjoyed each other :) We even sat on a lake for labor day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately our labor day lake vacation came to a screeching halt when I received a call that my sister sarah was being rushed in was not likely to survive based on vitals and her blood sugar numbers.She made it through so far but just barely. Her kidney's are failing more every day so far, her blood sugar is dipping into the 20's and she does not seem to be in the right frame of mind. I unfortunately agreed years ago that if something happened I would take care of stuff and make hard decision's. She and I have for years been more like mother and daughter than sisters. That is not always an easy path to follow but that is what she has needed from me. I am so sad to know that at this point sarah is terminal in most senses. Due to her inability to seem to maintain or care for her diabetes her body is now giving up on her. She will not be eligible for a transplant due to her lack of self care . I wish it were different but that's the path we are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how with our lack of money in the next week I will fly to Seattle to be with her, make sure her wish's will get taken care of so that in the future, whether it is tomorrow or in 5 yrs everything will be taken care of for her in the way she would want. On wing and a prayer this will be and I &amp;nbsp;come see my lil girl probably for one of the last times due to finances. I hope things turn around for her but at this point it may just be to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thought's for sarah would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-2682849007635089085?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2682849007635089085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=2682849007635089085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/2682849007635089085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/2682849007635089085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/sarah.html' title='Sarah...'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQuq2vMf2sY/Tme4JkPFMxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A5B7tiS2t9w/s72-c/55117_1442430709732_1502018778_30930707_5642964_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-1794447962410910054</id><published>2011-06-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:22:18.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu....</title><content type='html'>One thing I can never understand is why so many germs have to affect me. I know my immune system is not running at full steam. I get that I know some germs hit me and smash me harder than others. I just wish my body fought a tiny bit more. 3 flu type bugs in 2 months seems just &amp;nbsp;a bit much. oh well tis is my plight I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my friends and family out there is doing better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-1794447962410910054?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1794447962410910054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=1794447962410910054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1794447962410910054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1794447962410910054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/flu.html' title='Flu....'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-7673880364427867996</id><published>2011-06-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:18:16.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So a change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I approach this blogging thing wrong in my head. I stopped blogging awhile back since I figured I didn't have much to share.I think day to day things are what I actually love about blogs so I am going to make a goal to blog at least 4 days a week for the entire summer. So some of these posts may not be super interesting but in the end I think the over all quality will be sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have recently been looking at our budget and realized just how much money I am pouring into food every week. Most of this in an attempt to eat in a healthier way. all this adds up and that does not help pay off medical debt or get &amp;nbsp;derk and I back into college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daxs health problems in the last 6 months has made us more aware of all our food choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYPye8KgnpQ/TepzFQ_g8SI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mCwwBE3LQD8/s1600/DSCN0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYPye8KgnpQ/TepzFQ_g8SI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mCwwBE3LQD8/s320/DSCN0958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since one of his health issues is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malabsorption"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malabsorption&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and failure to thrive we are looking at ways to cut out some things that are hard on his body while maintaining his ability to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike most kids dax can and has starved himself to the point where he needed a feeding tube. If it looks remotely yucky to him no amount of coaxing or force can get him to eat it. Food for him can be a real power grab by not making it a center of focus this power source is depleted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We currently do this by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st) having an open kitchen. night or day your hungry GO FOR IT!! We teach moderation and keep certain thing like junk food for special occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd) I make one dinner not 4!!you do not like what I have for you fine you have 2 options peanut butter and jelly or cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd) I try to provide food we all can agree on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hardest &amp;nbsp;thing I find about number 3 is that dax is so picky most things a kid likes dax just will not eat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dax likes cereal no granola but cereal, Noodles with no sauce, meats with no sauce,cheese, milk, fruits and veggies. Heaven forbid we mix things or try things a lil different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love variety and want to mix and match food in fun maniacal ways. I am a person who has to be on a high high protein diet and loves most foods in moderation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moderation and center is a mantra I seek to live by. All food can be great in moderation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dax due to being dax loves sameness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long story short after research we found out milk and gluten can contribute to his health issuues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have tried the gluten diet and well lets just say that is not an option for our family.ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milk to drink and for cereal is an area we have found in general works for us to change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After some trial we found goat milk is yucky,Soy milk has to much estrogen for boys, Hemp milk at 4.25 a pint is way to expensive an option, coconut and almond milk were over all a huge winner for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A disclaimer is I am VERY allergic to almond milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we will be buying soy for me and almond or coconut milk for the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now Almond milk is expensive much more so then moo milk as we call it. So we are needing to cut costs in other areas. Our veggie and fruit costs have also been crazy like 60-70 a week.&amp;nbsp;Did I mention we love our fruits and veggies lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Add just those 2 things &amp;nbsp;up and boy do I know why we are broke :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky for us and thanks to a friend letting us in on a great co op we have a great less expensive way to cut costs and still eat in a healthy way!!&amp;nbsp;bountifulbaskets.org &amp;nbsp;is awesome they are currently in 14 states and growing all the time!! This week we finally bit the bullet and bought in for our first basket at 15 a basket plus a 3 dollar first time basket fee ( pays for the baskets that hold your food till you show up with your boxs or bags. keeping it green baby :) ) the results speak for them selves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gQ3iwdx4uE/TepwMpAzQnI/AAAAAAAAAco/XBr3_oj0uMg/s1600/DSCN0989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gQ3iwdx4uE/TepwMpAzQnI/AAAAAAAAAco/XBr3_oj0uMg/s320/DSCN0989.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know when I go to the store I spend more than 15-18 for this much fruits and veggies.Now I am told amounts vary and each basket is unique either way I feel like I got a great deal!! Now to help with costs 1x every 2 months every family needs to volunteer 1 hour to help with loading or unloading the trucks and handing out baskets. Pretty cool I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now being me and not realizing how much food their is I also bought 2 additional Items that you can buy ala cart. This was my total bill ROFL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Conventional 1 $15.00 &amp;nbsp;Utah Basket pickup&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First Time Basket 1 $3.00&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Valencia Oranges - Approx 88 count 36 Lb from Mexico 1 $14.50&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberries - 8 Lb box of 2 large clamshells - California 1 $12.00&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;Handling Fee:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemval"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$1.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;Total Price:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemval"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;$46.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQPHPXo3xaw/TepxzU2L0rI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rGT-HKFhK44/s1600/DSCN0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQPHPXo3xaw/TepxzU2L0rI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rGT-HKFhK44/s320/DSCN0990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;This does not show the orange box full of yummy fresh valencia oranges :) Next time I think the basic basket will do just fine. yet I love how yummy and tasty this will all be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;Over all &amp;nbsp;pretty nice changes and our grocery budget is much much smaller :) Lil changes help our world get better I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemval"&gt;&lt;span class="itemlbl"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1714126418349088207-7673880364427867996?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7673880364427867996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=7673880364427867996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/7673880364427867996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/7673880364427867996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-change.html' title='So a change...'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYPye8KgnpQ/TepzFQ_g8SI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mCwwBE3LQD8/s72-c/DSCN0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-1104639523489558372</id><published>2010-10-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:06:57.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dax..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/TKtXdXL7kbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hDxmIzSCPW4/s1600/summit_mediaCAGFJ893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/TKtXdXL7kbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hDxmIzSCPW4/s320/summit_mediaCAGFJ893.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dear and much loved oldest son has never been given the easy road of life. I am not sure what life has in store for him in the future I can only hope it is an easier road than he has traveled thus far. &lt;br /&gt;Many things happened this week to him and for him&lt;br /&gt;.As most if not all of you know dax is a pretty high functioning child on the spectrum of autism. For the last few years his major issues have come down to being socially acceptable and the ability to communicate verbally in a way other children and adults can understand. His Developmental Speech Apraxia is the root cause of this. His speech understand ability is around 3 and&amp;nbsp;this is so hard on a child who is&amp;nbsp;roughly cognitively a typical 8-9 year old high energy boy who wants to be liked by his peers. He tries hard to fit in wearing the coolest shades, the coolest vest, and working hard on his hair. Unfortunately he does try too hard and seems to focus on the being friends with the one kid in class who has not been fond of him since kindergarten. This hurts him much more than most can see. This weekend he cried tears of such sorrow not only from this child just not liking him&amp;nbsp;, yet&amp;nbsp;also from the feeling that he is unheard and not understood by friend and teachers alike. Even I his mother fail 30% of the time in the ability to understand what he trying to say. His desperation to be heard and understood is growing with speed his speech is just not able to keep up with, his disorder is hard to treat and his unfortunately considered a severe case. This disorder is neurologically based and past speech treatment which he has received since 13 months there is not any solid ways to treat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have now found a way to help him be understood Its is not perfect, It seems like a miracle that something like this is available.Its called a dynavox &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/TKthhTIGLuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/F0LFHVDpu7M/s1600/xpress-hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/TKthhTIGLuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/F0LFHVDpu7M/s320/xpress-hand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This device is will in so many ways can and I am hopeful will change his life as he knows it now.He was seen this week by a group that advocates and writes the paper work so that kids like dax who cognitively are where they need to be but due to various reasons including apraxia&amp;nbsp;or even cerebral palsy can not communicate in a way others can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dax played with this device a few days ago and immediately had such a reaction that I wish we had a camera in the room. His face lit up with wonder and delight as he started using this device he immediately looked at all of us sitting in the room and said people will understand me with this. I could not help it all I could do was cry.&amp;nbsp;He knew so immediately what this was for and what he wanted it for. No explanation no resistance just pure happiness that he can be heard and understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It will take a couple months for him to receive his own device. we know we have bumps in the road ahead. Getting insurance companies to pay for this can and tend to be difficult.His wait is hard for him right now but once he has that device I see it taking him places he never knew he could go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-1104639523489558372?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1104639523489558372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=1104639523489558372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1104639523489558372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1104639523489558372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/dax.html' title='Dax..'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/TKtXdXL7kbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hDxmIzSCPW4/s72-c/summit_mediaCAGFJ893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-6041730066387779617</id><published>2010-02-03T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:12:56.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new (used)Van.</title><content type='html'>We are finally car owners again.&amp;nbsp; In September our engine died on our car,we had no money so we could not fix it or even replace it. &lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I have a friend like K. who had an extra car they were not really using and said we could use it until we could get another one. &lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens we have such great friends. To not have a car would have meant taking dax and dallon out of thier school they both need to be in. Dax for his autism and&amp;nbsp;Dallon For his severe Dyslexia most schools offer little to no services for&amp;nbsp; Autism and even less for dyslexics with the attitude that you can just pay the experts out side of school the 50-100 an hour they charge. &lt;br /&gt;My heart sank when our car died thinking of everything my kids would loose if they could not continue there.&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp; my friend K. called and said we could use her car I was over joyed and was on my knees thankfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this last saturday we were finally able to buy us a vehicle. I have looked and hunted.We knew our budget was not everything we were hoping it could be , yet it was what we had so we needed to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with&amp;nbsp;my van&lt;br /&gt;here is Rodrigo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7JIL1UaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LS3SKp54-1I/s1600-h/9624572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7JIL1UaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LS3SKp54-1I/s320/9624572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7UK8TsoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eeoH84vtC4g/s1600-h/9624614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7UK8TsoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eeoH84vtC4g/s320/9624614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7RBMyywI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HwGVttsBXqE/s1600-h/9625067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7RBMyywI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HwGVttsBXqE/s320/9625067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Decked to the 9 and ready for what every my kids add to it. we paid 2800, put 900 in repairs and it is in excellent condition.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know this was&amp;nbsp;god's hands in us finding this vehicle. It was well below value and was a blessing for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cinn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-6041730066387779617?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6041730066387779617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=6041730066387779617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6041730066387779617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6041730066387779617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-usedvan.html' title='My new (used)Van.'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S2m7JIL1UaI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LS3SKp54-1I/s72-c/9624572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-6057418175708923159</id><published>2010-01-21T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:26:17.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Life has changed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in the beginning of 2009 seemed perfect. We did not have every thing but we had our family and we had our wished for hope of a Little girl to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things changed and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; it did not turn out how we expected we made it through together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life for us changed in a way that will affect us with every step we take from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 26 weeks after a near perfect pregnancy ( at least for me) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dharma&lt;/span&gt; Eileen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neds&lt;/span&gt; was born. She was born early due to a rare form &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ecoli&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amniotic&lt;/span&gt; Infection that hits acutely and kills often. She was born breathing and kicking, fully prepared to show us what a fighter she was . By all signs everyone even the doctors felt she could make it. With in minutes we were proven so very wrong. After about 40 minutes the doctors came and got derrick and I. They felt she could fight no more. Her body had put up a more than valiant effort and just could not win this battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first they were unwilling to allow me to go with derrick to turn off the vents. They were still afraid this infection would kill me. At that moment NOTHING would have kept me from her side. I think they knew I would be quiet hysterical if they did not allow me to go so they relented. They wheeled me in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; by derrick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first image I saw of her.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jZSpVsW8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/AT0Uea1gJvU/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 371px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429328265152846786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jZSpVsW8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/AT0Uea1gJvU/s320/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think those moments were almost fog like.The pain is something I can not describe to anyone. The pain stayed with us but as the saying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; Time helps heal any wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few seconds after this they brought her to us and set her in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1ja281KpRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4xxbZ8ok1Kg/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429329988372047122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1ja281KpRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4xxbZ8ok1Kg/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I need to note that derrick in this moment really made a sacrifice I can not even explain to you how hard it had to of been for him. He never took her from me until well after she had passed allowing me that special gift of holding our Daughter for those last fleeting moments of her little life) Those moment with her are something I treasure, Every moment of my day. Feeling her breath and lay on my bare chest made every part of me want to go with her, yet I knew  and Know it was not time for me. She had lived as long of a life as she needed and then returned home with honor. I spent the next 2 hours holding her. I  honestly don't know why I held her so long  knowing she had passed so fast. Yet I just could not let her go. When I finally did I had an empty feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awhile later my sister and close friend Joan brought the boy's. They saw her  for a moment to say goodbye. I wish we had had more time in life for them to see her while she still lived but that just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; to be. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; cried heart wrenching tears, and wanted to help the baby. Dallon asked why and I explained it was just this way for  her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lovely Funeral at Garner Mortuary . We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; planned to not allow the boys to attend. In the end  they needed the good bye and closure that it brought our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The months passed and we healed some every day. We are not over it I doubt you can really heal this kind of deep wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found Old friends Like My Sister in Law from my first Marriage ( yes I was married long ago to some one else amazing I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;).I got to see  my ex-Nephews and nieces. ( though I never divorced them in my view.) Found Out My ex- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; son had attended my sons school and I had no clue who he was despite having seen him in the library &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!! I even talked to my ex over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; ( no I am NOT telling people who he is for his privacy and mine!!) Us talking is proof time heals every wound if you let it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Basicly&lt;/span&gt; we tried to move forward with our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately 2009 was not finished with us. In Oct our Nephew Zach Fell Down Topaz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; in southern Utah and sustained &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; of damage. He fell 70-75 feet Tumbling head over heel. He was Life Flighted to Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt;. He sustained Severe Bruising,Dislocated hip, Spine Fractures, And was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;partially&lt;/span&gt; Scalped. Despite all those injuries Zach is mostly back to normal. There is Scarring but for all his injuries it is a true miracle he lived and  is living a normal life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now course 2009 yet again did not seem to be finished with us. In Late November my sister Joan came down sick with that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Infamous&lt;/span&gt; Swine Flu. Ended up In ICU with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;. She came terrible close to death and scared us all half to death!!! I have given her strict orders to NEVER  DO THAT AGAIN!!!! She finally pulled through after a few weeks in the hospital. We are all glad to have her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 closed quietly and with out much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;HOWRAH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned from it will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; with me forever. Love can get you through everything and that family means EVERYTHING to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 Is going. it has not been easy but who said life was easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; We had to have a D&amp;amp;C due to another miscarriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard but no worse than what we have seen before and Yes we are okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are survivors and we are a family that Plays and Stays together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life continues even when you wish it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;. I love my life and have great hopes and plans for our future. I am loved. I am blessed. More than people can see I am happy with all life has given to me. Even if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get to keep it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinn&lt;/span&gt;/Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 boys cute as can be&lt;br /&gt;1 hubby still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;1 little angel gone to soon &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/1714126418349088207-6057418175708923159?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6057418175708923159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=6057418175708923159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6057418175708923159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6057418175708923159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-life-has-changed.html' title='How Life has changed....'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jZSpVsW8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/AT0Uea1gJvU/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-6150438379067889463</id><published>2008-10-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:58:10.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Love fast</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article this weekend that intrigued and inspired me to try to explore my loving side.&lt;br /&gt;The basis and theory of this article is to do a love fast..now before going nuts and thinking i mean not getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is more of a giving love diet than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;In life I have found as you give love so shall you receive. Well this diet takes it one step farther.&lt;br /&gt;As people we tend to want reassurances of love and will be unsatisfied when we feel people fail to meet our expectations of how one should show love. We then take that as a sign that we are unloved and that the person in our life that we love so much, loves us not. We as people will tend to get needier and push the ones in our life to make declarations; pushing them even further from us. This is a cycle that can makes us moody and petulant  and in the end really push the one we want closest, further and further away until one day we really only end up much further from our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge to myself and even my friends out there is for the next week to abstain from emotional neediness. To show love with no expectations of returned behavior. To give the ones you love a boost of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those willing to participate by writing about what doing this love fast taught you, I will send a gift to one lucky blogger responder. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-6150438379067889463?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6150438379067889463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=6150438379067889463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6150438379067889463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6150438379067889463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-fast.html' title='a Love fast'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-3836031888568776625</id><published>2008-10-27T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:19:04.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes ya feel like a nut</title><content type='html'>So i have obviousely been quiet lately. I have been fully flying into the face of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of school I have really started investing my time into helping Dax and Dallon's school, Being a v.p of the pto has really been alot of fun and I found i have  a passion for libraries and a talent for getting things done.My time is well used and I can tell I am making a difference everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also doing a spiritual diet exploring and discovering who i am at my center. it can be scary and at times i fall short yet I can only hope with exploration's of my very being I can be a better mom and learn to love me for all my flaws..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-3836031888568776625?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3836031888568776625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=3836031888568776625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3836031888568776625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3836031888568776625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Sometimes ya feel like a nut'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-2592859164167506436</id><published>2008-09-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:25:02.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injuries that make you feel old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNuHo0CypWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_cxQso9J9p4/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249938925865313634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNuHo0CypWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_cxQso9J9p4/s320/Picture+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is my Whining post. I hate to whining as a rule. We all know we do it  at times but most like me try to avoid it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last year or so my back has been  bugging me not enough to disable me but  enough that even i knew i needed to be more careful than in years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as we were getting ready to leave the house i asked Dax and Dallon to put the dog in her kennel so we could leave. I got to the car only to discover that instead they put her in the car. I was very irritated since i was running late anyways. I hate to be late so this will always irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the dog and ran her inside and put her into the kennel. as i was putting her in i felt a pull and a little bit of pain, well at 31 little pains are becoming a bit more common so i got into my car and drove to my destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the school  it was a different pain all together. I was having sharper pains and my left leg was very painful. yet again I figured this to shall pass. With book fair next week and really needing to get stuff done for the school, I pushed on. As time went on during the day the pain got worse and worse. at 11:30 I couldn't walk almost at all and finally called derrick to come take me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick of course was pretty irritated but he at least came and got me. When he saw me he was  a bit repentant for giving me crap about getting hurt again as he put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the urgent care doctor's office.  I was by this point a pile of barely walking crippled poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to my shock after all the tests were done I did not just pull a muscle  I have  compressed vertebrae and a pinched nerve, I now need to go see a back specialist and need to do physical therapy to help out with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the whiny part until this morning I was fine with all this, until this morning, now  I just feel weepy and feel like having a pity party all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not understand  why or even how this could have happened. Rolling up into a ball and mooping around the house for the next year sounds like a plan at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is worse than i had  hoped to be this morning and I hate to depend on others to do simple tasks that any body should be able to do. I could not even bend enough this morning to put my pants on. I feel so humiliated to have to ask my husband to help me put my pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If god was aiming for humility I am there right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well maybe tomorrow i will have a grip lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-2592859164167506436?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2592859164167506436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=2592859164167506436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/2592859164167506436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/2592859164167506436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/injuries-that-make-you-feel-old.html' title='Injuries that make you feel old'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNuHo0CypWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_cxQso9J9p4/s72-c/Picture+354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8195905621313941310</id><published>2008-09-18T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:22:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dax's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNLul0JA2hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qyH5E73XeVc/s1600-h/nintendo-revolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247518849259067922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNLul0JA2hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qyH5E73XeVc/s320/nintendo-revolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know as a parent I am doing all I can to teach them the rules of life. For each of my children this means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; things. Day's like this make me wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet as a mom of an autistic child I find that only after there is an issue can we really address the issues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; lesson's have to be taught as they come up. normally through a bad behavior that comes years later than most kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; made some real developmental changes this year that helps me to have hope for his future, yet are making the here and now not so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came home today from school with a incident report stating that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; open handed slapped another child who was teasing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is also drawing pictures of another child he is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-fond of &amp;amp; punching him in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also teasing and acting out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of social areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to most parents these are red flags and even to me in some ways they are, yet I am also seeing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; is finally after years of only crying when picked on and hiding in a corner, Reacting as one would when we are young and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inexperienced&lt;/span&gt; in how to handle anger and emotions. Even us adults do not always handle these things well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; has done when hit,punched or teased at school or almost anywhere is cry. everything was tears and nothing more. He had no concept of self to defend. this year he has developed that sense of self and of most social concepts that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coexist&lt;/span&gt; with it. This is good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So learning to stand up for himself is actually a wonderful development. handled badly on his part but that I can work on .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I as a mom feel bad for the other child but as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dax's&lt;/span&gt; mom I think wow he is really developing isn't he!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for our part we have a no violence policy. We do not use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;corporeal&lt;/span&gt; punishment nor allow violent shows in our house.  So due to the violence and general bad behavior, he is being sent to bed early, with only  Peanut butter and jelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sand which&lt;/span&gt; with milk for dinner. He has also lost all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt; time tonight and tomorrow morning ( that punishes me more than him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ughh&lt;/span&gt; he thinks 4-5 am is wake up time, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt; has improved my sleep hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tremendously&lt;/span&gt;) and the T.V's are off for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8195905621313941310?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8195905621313941310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8195905621313941310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8195905621313941310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8195905621313941310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/daxs-day.html' title='Dax&apos;s day'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SNLul0JA2hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qyH5E73XeVc/s72-c/nintendo-revolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8484759398964901278</id><published>2008-09-15T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:44:51.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Squirrel's and The Elephant Seals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Hearst Castle We went on up the road about 2-3 miles and Stopped to see the Elephant seals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gJyja6iI/AAAAAAAAATw/SkHsZsv5ZdM/s1600-h/vacation+08+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246236337238632994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gJyja6iI/AAAAAAAAATw/SkHsZsv5ZdM/s320/vacation+08+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These Squirrels got their picture taken based on the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; my life i have never seen fatter squirrels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKWagJrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X5cOnn3BbcU/s1600-h/vacation+08+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246236346864903858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKWagJrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X5cOnn3BbcU/s320/vacation+08+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Squirrels tend to have very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; fat in summer but this big boy is very tubby I am going to assume everyone feeds them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;, ROFL I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; taken them home and kept them and all there fluffy goodness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKmTemSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UaQkmpjYiY4/s1600-h/vacation+08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246236351130409250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKmTemSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UaQkmpjYiY4/s320/vacation+08+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be an elephant seal. laying on the beach resting for days and days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKxKEVoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Zew14ajlVYI/s1600-h/vacation+08+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246236354043729538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gKxKEVoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Zew14ajlVYI/s320/vacation+08+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping in the surf no worries of drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gLNPojNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fr2hsxbNMJE/s1600-h/vacation+08+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246236361583267026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gLNPojNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fr2hsxbNMJE/s320/vacation+08+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well until another elephant seal got all up in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef2cda6da02158a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def2cda6da02158a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330156362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C7A8AFA0B1711FD1050D7AC11B7441A1E01EC97.44C007990A30E948565433866D2B341C93CCBED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def2cda6da02158a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_zJjmpPEuVnPRFSa2IjY08NrN0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def2cda6da02158a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330156362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C7A8AFA0B1711FD1050D7AC11B7441A1E01EC97.44C007990A30E948565433866D2B341C93CCBED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def2cda6da02158a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_zJjmpPEuVnPRFSa2IjY08NrN0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This video is just a small amount of all i saw when we were amongst the elephant seals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8484759398964901278?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef2cda6da02158a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8484759398964901278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8484759398964901278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8484759398964901278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8484759398964901278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/fat-squirrels-and-elephant-seals.html' title='Fat Squirrel&apos;s and The Elephant Seals'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SM5gJyja6iI/AAAAAAAAATw/SkHsZsv5ZdM/s72-c/vacation+08+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-6415862331138509676</id><published>2008-09-09T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:33:12.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMbZ_M29RyI/AAAAAAAAATg/RlUP9S-eLrA/s1600-h/first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118495926241058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMbZ_M29RyI/AAAAAAAAATg/RlUP9S-eLrA/s320/first+day.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have been ultra busy the last few weeks with family and responsibilities of being the new PTO vice president of my son's school. ( THANKS JENN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROFLROFL&lt;/span&gt;) Yes they made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; what were they thinking ROFL. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and we want to announce our President is Jenn. yet again what was she thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ROFLROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to stop and say THANK YOU to all those who helped with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dax's&lt;/span&gt; Tutoring. though it wasn't perfect the funds seemed to have paid off and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; is now in upper first grade math he ended the 07-08 school year at a lower kindergarten level and now has jumped a grad and a half. I think it was money well spent. his reading at least maintained and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all we really were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to do. So i just want to thank everyone that helped out. you will never know how much we appreciated the love you guys showed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallon also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; and raised himself up one full grade level in both subjects not bad for one summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let  you all know how you can help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dax's &amp;amp; dallon's &lt;/span&gt; school in the coming week's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-6415862331138509676?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6415862331138509676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=6415862331138509676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6415862331138509676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6415862331138509676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMbZ_M29RyI/AAAAAAAAATg/RlUP9S-eLrA/s72-c/first+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-9219993330918903147</id><published>2008-09-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:55:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearst Castle visitor center</title><content type='html'>We next went to &lt;a href="http://www.hearstcastle.com/visitors_center/current_exhibits.asp"&gt;Hearst castle &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a wonderful visitors center which is FREE my favorite word. We enjoyed ourselves and were able to show our kids apart of California's history.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948206132733586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxnXpQJpI/AAAAAAAAASA/cZ3S4ej9MiY/s320/vacation+08+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dallon loved the lions he thought it was cool how there were the same material but one had not had alot of handling by human hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxngmm9eI/AAAAAAAAASI/PajuOTBO6r8/s1600-h/vacation+08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948208537564642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxngmm9eI/AAAAAAAAASI/PajuOTBO6r8/s320/vacation+08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They asked so many questions and seemed to love experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxn3JTVJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y6QYFNRI8qk/s1600-h/vacation+08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948214588658834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxn3JTVJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y6QYFNRI8qk/s320/vacation+08+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously this Castle was built by a man since there were statues of nearly naked woman there also. I have to say it was tasteful though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxoP9GuRI/AAAAAAAAASY/Pfg-8hxFLTs/s1600-h/vacation+08+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948221248387346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxoP9GuRI/AAAAAAAAASY/Pfg-8hxFLTs/s320/vacation+08+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My ever studious husband is seen here reading all he can on the history and lives of those involved in the Hearst legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxoYRSlRI/AAAAAAAAASg/66_QQmiVby8/s1600-h/vacation+08+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948223480534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxoYRSlRI/AAAAAAAAASg/66_QQmiVby8/s320/vacation+08+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the end of the Visitors center so we took group photo's and went to look around some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photo's to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-9219993330918903147?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9219993330918903147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=9219993330918903147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/9219993330918903147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/9219993330918903147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/hearst-castle-visitor-center.html' title='Hearst Castle visitor center'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SMKxnXpQJpI/AAAAAAAAASA/cZ3S4ej9MiY/s72-c/vacation+08+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-4014090578984741257</id><published>2008-09-03T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:30:49.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elfin forest and day 2</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.slostateparks.com/morro_bay/mb_elfin.asp"&gt;Elfin Forest &lt;/a&gt;is a state park in California.This is a a few of the photo's I took of the area.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86ui3vJKI/AAAAAAAAARY/zgCKN3Fa474/s1600-h/VACATION+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973062591521954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86ui3vJKI/AAAAAAAAARY/zgCKN3Fa474/s320/VACATION+08+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how nature can offer such  contrasting images for the eye to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86u_l2GiI/AAAAAAAAARg/Div4XsfZZOE/s1600-h/vacation+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973070301108770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86u_l2GiI/AAAAAAAAARg/Div4XsfZZOE/s320/vacation+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view to the Estuary( salt march).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vF8FXGI/AAAAAAAAARo/R1Bo6tUIJeE/s1600-h/vacation+08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973072004996194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vF8FXGI/AAAAAAAAARo/R1Bo6tUIJeE/s320/vacation+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea what this flower is called but i just loved how the single flower is blossoming amongst the bramble of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;briar&lt;/span&gt; patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vroFPqI/AAAAAAAAARw/6e6wRGvmF1g/s1600-h/vacation+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973082121649826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vroFPqI/AAAAAAAAARw/6e6wRGvmF1g/s320/vacation+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now what are those wild animals doing in there. shoo go on now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vwPdPeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rbuFTEpGC7w/s1600-h/vacation+08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973083360542178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86vwPdPeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rbuFTEpGC7w/s320/vacation+08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My aunt Louise in her youth worked for the forestry department. She even did campfire tours  for awhile. So she really seemed to enjoy showing my kids all about why they have it there and what it is all about. I of course got lost but well I have the ability to think 50 things at once and get lost in thought at a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the end of day one. after all this we went home and  went to bed. exhausted from all the day had brought us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now day 2 was spent doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of resting and a little bit of birthday shopping with just my grandpa,Louise and myself. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;star wars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt;. since that was the only thing my sweetie wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was home to  conversations and rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-4014090578984741257?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4014090578984741257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=4014090578984741257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4014090578984741257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4014090578984741257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/elfin-forest-and-day-2.html' title='Elfin forest and day 2'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SL86ui3vJKI/AAAAAAAAARY/zgCKN3Fa474/s72-c/VACATION+08+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-5107332251189123931</id><published>2008-08-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:57:28.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of the Neds vacation the Avacado stand and Montana del Oro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After being at Louise's for a an hour or so and freshening up a little. Louise took every one but gram pa ( who was very tired ) To go see some of her favorite spots in the area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Montana Del Oro&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at an Avocado farm that is along the highway to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492178254469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLc4aOFF6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dbFJW313naE/s320/vacation+08+005.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes avocado's are a fruit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am a huge fan of avocado's so I was very very happy with this stop. I just love fresh off the farm fruit and vegetables so we picked up a few avocado's for our lunch. We made sure to get a few pictures of the farm and the cute cart they had on site. This cart appeared to be painted in a Slavic style all hand painted very nice and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492185839740290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLc42ejJYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nL9qujbrY-w/s320/vacation+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys look so handsome together and they are so hammy they will do anything to get a photo taken of them even stand in front of a beautiful hand cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492188892486114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLc5B2YWeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v5VGeRIChYI/s320/vacation+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dallon and Louise are standing below an Avocado's tree which actually had a few baby avocado's on it. Louise is holding the horde of lovely lunch time avocado's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was so generous and provided food for us on most of the day we were there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was very nice not having to worry what and where were we gonna eat. plus a home cook meal not cooked by me now that's a treat. I miss it already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all our picture fun at the avocado stand. We went on down the highway to our first destination. Montana Del Oro, In California along the coast you will find that along the coast  many different types of Beach's are around. They range from cliff to sandy with variations and degrees within 20 miles of each other. This is a small reason why people so love the California coast .I doubt any where in the world will you find so many varying degrees of beach in such a small area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558303562840482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLMZBaMJOaI/AAAAAAAAARA/zJqqZwbx_Yg/s320/vacation+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Montana Del Oro is a rocky beach with a thick sand that is almost like walking in thick quick sand . Never ever wear flip flops to this kind of beach. Of course I did not think of this prior to leaving for the beach so of course I wore my sandals. There are 2 very good reasons not to wear flip flops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1.          They will not stay on your feet half your energy will be used to keep these sandals on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.  There open toed so the rocks and the sand continually get under your toes.  Very annoying and time consuming having to stop every few feet. just to remove the cup of rocks that has migrated under your toes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558288096405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLMZAgkqKaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6VcxniSJPiA/s320/VACATION+08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509107979560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLsR2XFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/EFdSK49ntbk/s320/VACATION+08+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These pictures are a prime example of the rocky sand you have to walk in. The plant life seems to love it. My feet ? not so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509103807759234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLsRm0cg4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/B_sHJhz9_Y0/s320/VACATION+08+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This  is a lovely example of the beauty you will find there. I think i spent 50 % of my time collecting rocks and the other 50% taking picture. There was just so much to take in I am sure I could never do it justice. I just loved how the seaweed and rocks just interwove between each other creating an almost picture perfect image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509096934797810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLsRNNzcfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EqGYEirva6c/s320/VACATION+08+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One thing I love about Rocky beach's is watching the waves. splash, crash and roll across the rocks. I find this so soothing and relaxing. It just amazes me how much beauty there is in this world. and California got more than there fair share for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558308889053250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLMZBuCAyEI/AAAAAAAAARI/et-4pnq6ih8/s320/vacation+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dallon and Derrick seemed to really enjoy walking the beach together. They were very inseparable and at times alternating from walking silently to trying to find that hidden treasure that all little boys crave. Grown boy's are obviously no exception. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500690824958770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLkn6BCkzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V5jD7kkGm50/s320/vacation+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Dax joined in the hunt for buried treasure's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516661842790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLzJisayTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vhsUWFbFKIE/s320/vacation+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Never before had they seen seaweed or ocean for that matter, so exploration was definitely in order. Hours of fun was had by all. This beach had all a boy could hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Treasure's of the sea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238514595918107890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLxRShl1PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QySAA29_Xt0/s320/vacation+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.Something to pretend was attacking you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516658852080626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLzJXjYK_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/8V8-VDq_CIk/s320/vacation+08+031.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;3.Mountains to conquer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516684964898514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLzK41KJtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q9eLqWdV_k0/s320/vacation+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3.Water to explore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516673233518994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLzKNILgZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dcvvo9yXdXk/s320/vacation+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4.Islands to claim as your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516681210557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLzKq2DcrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wBg3DvE70n0/s320/vacation+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we finished exploring we ate a nice lunch of cold cuts and avocado sandwich's. It was the yummiest sand which I have had in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We then packed up the bag and off to the Elfin forest we went, but that and much more of are trip is for another time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part 3 coming soon... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-5107332251189123931?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5107332251189123931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=5107332251189123931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/5107332251189123931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/5107332251189123931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-2-of-neds-vacation-avacado-stand.html' title='Part 2 of the Neds vacation the Avacado stand and Montana del Oro'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SLLc4aOFF6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dbFJW313naE/s72-c/vacation+08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-1233995769435351853</id><published>2008-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:57:57.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have done</title><content type='html'>Here goes...I read this on &lt;a href="http://halefamilysite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cynthia's&lt;/a&gt; blog and liked it. All you have to do is put an * by the item you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars*&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper*&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower*&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity* I have to watch myself on this I am sometimes too generouse so i have to limit what I do.&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain*&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula* EWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it*&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped*&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise*&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights*&lt;br /&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game *&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables*Sooo Yummy&lt;br /&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope*&lt;br /&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment* i am notouriouse at bad timing laughter.&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight*&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse *&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill*&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort*&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping*&lt;br /&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath*&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar*&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse*&lt;br /&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster*&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking*&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun*&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors*&lt;br /&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment*&lt;br /&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time*&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing*&lt;br /&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant*&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;46. Milked a cow*&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume*&lt;br /&gt;49. Sung karaoke*&lt;br /&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day*&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain*&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud*&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater*&lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't*&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business*&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie*&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days*&lt;br /&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch*&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest* I was a mime while pregnant with dax and won 100.00 for first prize&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason*&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone*&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check*&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report*&lt;br /&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy*&lt;br /&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did*&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over*&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth*&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job*&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money*&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle*&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph*&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi*&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about*&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions*&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school *&lt;br /&gt;89. Changed your name*&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands*&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad*&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch*&lt;br /&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt*&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language*&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream*&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you*&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair*&lt;br /&gt;102. Dyed your hair*&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;105. Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours*&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people*&lt;br /&gt;109. Worn a mood ring*&lt;br /&gt;110. Ridden a horse*&lt;br /&gt;11. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap*&lt;br /&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe*&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child (I pray I never do)&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway Play&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket*&lt;br /&gt;117. Danced at a disco*&lt;br /&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum*&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone*&lt;br /&gt;122. Ridden a train*&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need*&lt;br /&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt*&lt;br /&gt;129.Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage*&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise*&lt;br /&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one*&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;134. Gone roller skating*&lt;br /&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite*( SO NICE!!)&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo*&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted*&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;151. Ran away*&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle*&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss *&lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. Lied about your weight*&lt;br /&gt;156. Gone on a diet*&lt;br /&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;158. Written a poem*&lt;br /&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox*&lt;br /&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning*&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks*&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera*&lt;br /&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous*&lt;br /&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine*&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz*&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator*&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream*&lt;br /&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane*&lt;br /&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert*&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life*&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint*&lt;br /&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt*&lt;br /&gt;79. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing*&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;.182. Sent a message in a bottle*&lt;br /&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;184. Been a cashier*&lt;br /&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma*&lt;br /&gt;188. Built a campfire*&lt;br /&gt;189. Kept a blog*&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives*&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;196. Know CPR*&lt;br /&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible*&lt;br /&gt;198. Found a long lost friend*&lt;br /&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-1233995769435351853?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1233995769435351853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=1233995769435351853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1233995769435351853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/1233995769435351853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-goes.html' title='What I have done'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-4853978548054118243</id><published>2008-08-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:48:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation day one pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our vacation got off to a decent start we were packed and ready by noon but despite derrick's boss forcing overtime all week and derrick and I has been hoping it would mean he could skip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; all together, no such luck he worked till 2pm then hurried home. We then hurried so we could drop rent off at the landlords office. We were lucky and got on the road at about 3:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned ahead and had some snack food and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; player hooked up so the kids would take the trip well. for short trips we never us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; player but 16 hrs is along time for a 5 and 7 yr old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;around 5 pm we were in W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;endover&lt;/span&gt; where we stopped for gas and dinner to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We choose Burger King since it was next to the gas station. BIG mistake that is the worst BK i have ever been to slow service and oh my i was so ready to beat some people. Only my husband kept me from beating deaf and dumb people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 15 minutes of waiting we got our food and were off again. we stopped 3 more times along the road for gas and bathroom breaks. Mostly just quick and easy stops for bathroom's etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking turns between the 3 of us we traveled all night until about 3 am when all 3 of us were so exhausted we could not see, so we decided a couple hours of sleep might be a good idea. We found a place to park and slept in the car until about 5 am. We were some place past Lodi, California. Not sure where I was too tired to care lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then continued on our way until K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ettling&lt;/span&gt; a small town about 2 hrs from my aunts house. it was 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; to 6 which is when the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; opened its doors. The food was wonderful and the break from the car even better. we spent about an hour there just relaxing and enjoying the break. They had the most wonderful trikes, anything you can imagine they had it as a trike, very awesome. The kids wanted everything they saw there, until I pointed out they were a bit big for those trikes lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we piled back into the car and off we went again to Aunties house !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last part to me is the worst its a 2 way highway up steep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;windey&lt;/span&gt; roads. I am a car sick person and this part always makes me a bit queasy. I lived but I am not fond of that road at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we arrived only to find that not only was Auntie waiting so was her son David. I was quite pleased with this since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorites. They immediately had us out of the house, well everyone but grandpa who has age as an excuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Off to the beach and yummy Avocado stands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234043637876099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SKMO9R5_iSI/AAAAAAAAANw/rU9H_NukpDs/s320/david+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't he Adorable he is one of the youngest of our generation and so adorable 25 single and sweet. He is in college, works hard and is a good boy to his mama, He stayed until monday when he had to go back to work. We loved visiting with him and found some one we would love to know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That story and many others are for another time though. The story shall continue some day soon. Yes and alot more photo's too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-4853978548054118243?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4853978548054118243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=4853978548054118243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4853978548054118243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4853978548054118243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-vacation-day-one-pt-1.html' title='Our Vacation day one pt 1'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SKMO9R5_iSI/AAAAAAAAANw/rU9H_NukpDs/s72-c/david+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-6936938245732310019</id><published>2008-07-27T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:24:32.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation prep and Springing summer cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I know my dear friends and family probably think I have vanished off the earth lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really just been doing much needed deep cleaning and editing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possession's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing this in part so when we come back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; ( for those who do not know we leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; the 1st and we will be back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. at some point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) we can unpack and really just enjoy the unhurried life for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other reason is because the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of august we are expecting to have a family get together with derricks siblings and father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Derricks dad Dale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; getting in a quick well deserved nap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227836120638880274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SI0BQOKi-hI/AAAAAAAAANA/mtL2aE7m564/s320/PIC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Danny he tends to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; kids favorite person and always seems to be there best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834083116083474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz_ZnzQaRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xa7DZyoJPkw/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt; a bit more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; but sweet and wonderful to hang out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227833817273063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz_KJdV17I/AAAAAAAAAMo/UjD127okNVY/s320/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now a personal favorite of mine is Ed. Adopted as a sibling and some one I can not imagine not being a part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227834570395822946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz_1_DzK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EwxDzk28Lgg/s320/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have not seen them since Dec. 2006 so we are very excited ( a few longer than that). I love my in-laws Derrick is very lucky in his family. I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that although I was not blessed into such a great home I married into a wonderful family instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are loving,loyal people who would give there shirt off there back to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they get here I am hoping we can just enjoy family time and have fun together like we used to before moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;. Not being near them was on of the bigger sacrifice's we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to make that possible with school starting that next week I am doing deep cleaning so that I can feel comfortable with there visit and really relax.( I suck at relaxing and i get people anxiety which is why I ramble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; on phones and in groups silly I know but it is very compulsive behavior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Derrick next week will be working ghastly hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Thur&lt;/span&gt;. so that we can leave on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; with out sacrificing a vacation day or loosing pay. So this whole weekend is all about prep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; summer is just as nice as ours has turned out to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy &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/1714126418349088207-6936938245732310019?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6936938245732310019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=6936938245732310019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6936938245732310019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/6936938245732310019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-prep-and-springing-summer.html' title='Vacation prep and Springing summer cleaning'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SI0BQOKi-hI/AAAAAAAAANA/mtL2aE7m564/s72-c/PIC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-672664311460800848</id><published>2008-07-21T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:26:42.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>young love.. cinnfull ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz5yOmoX8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/pad-j015tvI/s1600-h/MVC-030S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227827908779204546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz5yOmoX8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/pad-j015tvI/s320/MVC-030S.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz5nK8Gx3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/lm-9Ce32ReA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227827718816974706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz5nK8Gx3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/lm-9Ce32ReA/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Derk and I have recently celebrated 8 years of marriage. in recent conversations the subject of relationships etc and as we spoke on that subject it got me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever stopped to evaluate the loves of your youth? Took stock of mistakes, failures and close calls? If not I truly suggest it. For me this process reminded me of why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; that pain was now well worth it because I was forced through that pain to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; assess what I was doing because of the pain I was causing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things I learned from looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.Men that are not so nice can sense a woman who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; or hurting. They know your pain and will given the chance use the pain your in to further inflict pain on you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; ways. or at least try to get a little nookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.Read the book and the cover, I say this because a mans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; does matter to us women yet in future years the inside of that book will matter a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; lot more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband is a prime example of getting past the cover to see the wonderful person inside. Now though not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt; derrick looked like everything I was trying not to date. He had long hair, he was transient and seemed to be listlessly passing through this world. He seemed to care not for daily things and only wanted to play in the sun and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How far from the truth this turned out to be. yes, he is still fun loving and youthful. yet the man I know now is hard working almost workaholic who takes his responsibilities to heart. Though we have yet to hit easy street we have always made it through mostly unscathed. he has been a wonderful provider and friend these last 8 yrs. my only regret with h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; was not waking up sooner to how great of a guy he really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Never settle for the guy because you have history or even for love. Love is work but work does not include loosing your self worth or your physical safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he is abusive or neglectful leave. Now there are signs of this behavior long before it goes terribly wrong. things like love taps because you did something he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like, controlling behavior etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me the pain of leaving him will fade long before the abuse would ever get better. I know the pain that keeps you there. Yet staying there only makes it worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have kids that should double your resolve to get out as fast as you can, they have the right to grow up in a house in which there mother is not hurt emotionally or physically. Love yourself and them enough not to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Live for today but have hope for tomorrow. I find one thing that keeps me so happy in my marriage is that I like to focus on all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; things being with him gives me now . In the past with other men I had relationships with. I was never satisfied with what they had to give even when with at least a few of them it was actually a pretty good life that were offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Threes&lt;/span&gt; my ramble of the week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I have found the last while a very soul searching time so I am sure there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; be more posts like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-672664311460800848?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/672664311460800848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=672664311460800848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/672664311460800848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/672664311460800848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/young-love-cinnfull-ramblings.html' title='young love.. cinnfull ramblings'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SIz5yOmoX8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/pad-j015tvI/s72-c/MVC-030S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8799756923712051263</id><published>2008-07-11T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:56:44.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vacation at last</title><content type='html'>It's official we will be going on vacation. after 8 years of marriage and 2 kids. I will actually get a vacation!!! I mean i have never even gotten a honeymoon. I am so excited to actually get a chance to get away from things and enjoy ourselves some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this will not be elaborate. The one reason we can afford to go is because we are traveling in my grandfathers mini-van and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sharing&lt;/span&gt; the costs with him. We won't be staying in hotels and I am sure we will not be trying to afford a major resort, yet there is ton's to do and see with out spending a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is we will get to see the family. My aunt Louise is like a mother to me so getting together with her is wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Craig's&lt;/span&gt; mom Virginia or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandma&lt;/span&gt;, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recognises&lt;/span&gt; me as her sons only child is 85 still active and vibrant.Visiting her will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;!! She has never met my husband and kids. When things were horrible she would always try to help me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;We will also be visiting my god mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Electra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are all people who for the last few years i have been unable to see very much. I wish we lived closer to them because i know my time with them is ticking away.I am just so happy to be able to do this i have prayed for it all year knowing the chances are pretty slim that we could find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you guys figured out where were going??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Creston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pisom&lt;/span&gt; beach is our main stop but we will also be in LA for a day's stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means beach's and wine country for 10 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8799756923712051263?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8799756923712051263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8799756923712051263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8799756923712051263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8799756923712051263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-at-last.html' title='A vacation at last'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-3714127504735313419</id><published>2008-06-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:05:34.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The son who makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Dallon asleep on our toilet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; he sweet.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SGkiV1uZYNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vH2QnBMmaBs/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739401879707858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SGkiV1uZYNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vH2QnBMmaBs/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Dallon smiling away. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221772139578251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SHd2GEWX2lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ugLYkpVTAZw/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He has over the years done many things to make me laugh at almost every occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was no exception. Now for the last year Dallon has been unhappy with us for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;providing&lt;/span&gt; the sister he thinks he is entitled too. For my part I have told him to talk to god about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and I&lt;/span&gt; am waiting for him to get back to me on this ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i guess he has now decided that he will have his own baby in pretend world as he calls it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watch way to many science shows so he has a pretty good understanding about where babies come from etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well he decided to pretend to give birth to twins a boy and a girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;darina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dallon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when i say give birth i mean he laid down in a bean bag but his legs in the air and grunted telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; to catch his babies. I was DIEING!!!!! then proceeded to breast feed his babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i asked him about this he said that it was just pretend world mom boys cant give have babies for real. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ROFLROFLROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading i hope you laughed as hard i as i did.&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/1714126418349088207-3714127504735313419?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3714127504735313419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=3714127504735313419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3714127504735313419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/3714127504735313419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/son-who-makes-me-laugh.html' title='The son who makes me laugh'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SGkiV1uZYNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vH2QnBMmaBs/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-5770739126833248066</id><published>2008-06-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:01:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dr. Phil Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so I have gotten tired lately of all the sad stories written about our autistic children. and really want to share hope with other moms and dads out there with autistic children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's my letter I wrote to Dr. Phil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214442224812011570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SF1rk3-3sDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MzURCdCZzZo/s320/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Dr. Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Joy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neds&lt;/span&gt; I am a loving mother too 2 boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; 7 and Dallon 6 and I am married to a wonderful husband Derrick. I write today because I am a mother of a 7 year old Autistic child who we luckily got the help for at an earlier than average age. His diagnosis's are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ASD&lt;/span&gt;, oral evasive, Developmental Speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apraxia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hypotonia&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FTT&lt;/span&gt; ( seems to be doing better on this one :) ). Our road is still long but instead of fearing it I try too look at as an adventure like no other,I would love to share my message of hope and a light at the end of that dark tunnel mom's who have children with autism face. My sons proof that yes although the path is steep and sometimes with out seeming hope. If we as parents are proactive and do all we can that our children can and do succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom of autistic child I do not have all the answers but maybe some ideas that can help other mothers out there who like me can not afford the 26,000 a year schools or insane therapies that seem to show little results. These are just little things that I feel can help other moms like myself walk this maze called Autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some suggestions for other parents are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Children on the spectrum that I have interacted with have done better with parents that are "" lovingly strict"". This means setting clear and strong expectations and guide line for these kids. I find quite a few moms of these kids want to baby them and protect them for the realities of this world. I understand this desire and fight myself with it all the time,yet we have to remember when were gone they need to know how to handle everyday life and responsibilities. We are not just there parents we are there life line into the real world. They need strong structure from us who spend the very most time with.Love your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;autisic&lt;/span&gt; kids enough to believe they to can learn the rules of life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never allow anyone to tell you as a mom you do not know what's going on with your child.&lt;br /&gt;You are your child's Advocate. If your instinct says over and over too you that something is wrong it likely is.&lt;br /&gt;A.When my son was 6 months old I went to my sons doctor because he had stopped eating almost completely. I felt in my heart that this was not good. The doctor looked at my husband saw he was a small guy and said oh don't worry he is small for size but so is your husband no worries. Hell eat when he is hungry. I then asked but why would a 6 month old stop eating and stop growing. His response is its normal he will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling stupid and that I was silly to worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back again a few months later and got the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to go to any other doctor I could find. I was lucky I found Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kuo&lt;/span&gt;. To this day although we moved a few years later and no longer use her services that she saved my sons life and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went in to her I let her know that he was 13 months and that from 6 month to now he had not grown in any way and that he would only eat a bite of food a day, he had also by then started to speak and then quit.She was immediately proactive. She got us to a wonderful speech and food therapist Dr. Gaylord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pinder&lt;/span&gt; at the children's therapy center of Kent Washington. We did 2-3 days a week therapy for both issues, we discovered a wonderful drink that helped him maintain his weight while we worked on his food issues. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kuo&lt;/span&gt; and Gaylord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pinder&lt;/span&gt; also helped us when my sons early intervention preschool teacher refused to test him for autism citing his age as a major factor against testing ( he was 3 not too young in my view).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found us wonderful Specialist in the field who evaluated him and helped us decide to move to Utah for better resources for our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned from this is that not every doctor is right and that we as parents have the right and responsibility to find out what is really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is we as parents forget to ask for help and give ourselves or others a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not only do I mean finding things that help you to be happy but also that although ideally a perfectly clean house and such is great so is a house that is clean enough. Find time just to be the fun person even if it is only by rolling around on the floor with your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of this is not always passing judgment on others on how they do things. Every parent has a bad day and all kids are strewn with issues. Do not assume that because my son vocalizes in a store or an elevator or does crazy stunts with condiments. That I am a bad / inattentive parent.Parents of autistic deal with behaviors that would drive a saint insane. My son needs a 5 minute window to do major damage to my house. He is smart and sneaky, combine that with the crazy autistic behaviors and the disasters are too numerous to count!! I am considered over protective and a strict mom by most accounts, I do not believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;corporeal&lt;/span&gt; punishment but I believe my job is clearly to teach them right from wrong. Even my son who has done a ton of therapy over the years does crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final word of advice is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to laugh at those major messes and things your children will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons messes have left me and my husband in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stitch's&lt;/span&gt; more times than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; is a living legend in our house. about 5 months ago my son decided to start hoarding items. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; am not a supper observant person and did not notice my food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;storage&lt;/span&gt; jars of Curry and taco seasoning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; powder were gone. nor did i notice that the fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;extinguishers&lt;/span&gt; we had had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;. I have since noticed he like to hide things over months at a time for future use. He used these items he had hoarded at the time to decorate the basement where his room is with both fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;extinguishers&lt;/span&gt; and all the BULK spices. when i discovered this he was covered like a curry and white covered ghost.Now i had two reactions one was desperation over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt; i was going to have to clean up.The other was pure laughter. Now i know not to laugh at this kind of behavior around my child but I had to find a quick place to die laughing over this picture i had of my son covered in that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get mad they need the limits set and to know that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; for there behaviors but take time to also enjoy the funny thing these kids do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Joy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Neds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-5770739126833248066?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5770739126833248066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=5770739126833248066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/5770739126833248066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/5770739126833248066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dr-phil-letter.html' title='My Dr. Phil Letter'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SF1rk3-3sDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MzURCdCZzZo/s72-c/Picture+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8234162967995527995</id><published>2008-06-16T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:55:31.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet little boy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo session June 11Th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on Friday while waiting for our play date to start I decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quick photo's of the boys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212481235448704978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ0ERVPL9I/AAAAAAAAALE/rx8nazaiuzc/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dax is seen her relaxing against a tree limb. He is quite afraid of heights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this was as high as he was willing to go.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ2Ud3EMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/4u2vZh8zr-o/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483712712978578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ2Ud3EMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/4u2vZh8zr-o/s320/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dallon being a monkey. He loved posing and took many more shots than his brother did. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483249432585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ15gAaZtI/AAAAAAAAALk/TSiAO3i2IsA/s320/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this photo, this really shows dax's personality. His smile is not a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheesy grin but it always makes me smile. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ13djhynI/AAAAAAAAALM/9edsGnb7AQg/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483214414826098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ13djhynI/AAAAAAAAALM/9edsGnb7AQg/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo captures the more serious side of Dallon. He can be so serious when you least expect it from him. this photo makes me want to hug him tight lol, for it tells me he will not be a little boy forever.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483242769542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ15HL0bHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4Lo84AZDF8U/s320/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my dashing young man being coy and giving his i am up to something sly smile. If i see this smile I know!! He has done something he was not supposed to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ14i6RogI/AAAAAAAAALU/nxnopY2bNS0/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212483233032282626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ14i6RogI/AAAAAAAAALU/nxnopY2bNS0/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope these photo's inspire you to go climb a tree and remember what it was like when playing ruled your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CINN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8234162967995527995?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8234162967995527995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8234162967995527995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8234162967995527995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8234162967995527995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-little-boys.html' title='Sweet little boy&apos;s'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SFZ0ERVPL9I/AAAAAAAAALE/rx8nazaiuzc/s72-c/Picture+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-4564473428080673616</id><published>2008-06-10T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:36:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Break is here again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We recently used some of our summer funds to buy a pool for the kids to play in this summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210371516066658882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71ScL3ekI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ae48BPc-uXM/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has made our house very popular. Both boys seem to really love having friends over and i get to keep a very close eye out for my cuties. MUHAHAH my master plan is working MUHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210371505972897794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71R2lU6AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2TAffSrDgPU/s320/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dallon of course Love's Girls and will go out of his way to spend time with them. He is seen here with the only girl in the pool. Gotta love a boy with priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71ScL3ekI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ae48BPc-uXM/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210371490769426002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71Q98iVlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/13iqc06PdKs/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71ScL3ekI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ae48BPc-uXM/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dallon can be seen here learning how to breath under water. Or at least he thinks he is breathing under water I call it holding my breath. I just hope he doesn't actually try to suck air under there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210373570006452642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE73J_tRiaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9bJLw5wYAnI/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE7xuIFUpNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ijkRCM1T9xg/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviousely he survived for this shot. Taken yet again with the Cutie patootie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210371474342045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71QAv8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/K2hkgoMBwZc/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE7xmxFWjEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gjgRYI2h520/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dax just had to ham it up with his cherry face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210371468901604450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71Pse13GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qvK9_wo6eNE/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallon can be seen here retreating from the depths of cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a CinnFull Day!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-4564473428080673616?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4564473428080673616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=4564473428080673616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4564473428080673616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/4564473428080673616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-break-is-here-again.html' title='Summer Break is here again....'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE71ScL3ekI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ae48BPc-uXM/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8749629586117312718</id><published>2008-06-09T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:53:35.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day's Of School Gone by....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210131235591140386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4awRqTtCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Aa7kuJczyyk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As will happen school has ended for my little men. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am amazed at how fast this time has passed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seems only yesterday I was in tears after &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaving them at school &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoovering close by just to make sure they were okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now they are ending this year and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my worries have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dissipated in the winds of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have found a new more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confident boys who have learned friendship and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much more in there 2007/2008 school year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our Photo Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dax's&lt;/span&gt; School experience 2007/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210124112726998498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4URq7KPeI/AAAAAAAAADo/BgClZIW3IsI/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; Was in 1st Grade. Mrs. Call was his Teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a dedicated teacher for 2 years at Spectrum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008/2009 will find her absent from our hall's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know she will be missed dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210129761180360930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4ZadDYoOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WvHk5I9FihU/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dax's&lt;/span&gt; Favorite people this year was Mrs. Sue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She always had a great smile and seemed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really love being with the kids at Spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; learned this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210130284307000498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4Z452frLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HewGhavbw20/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.Playing with friends relieves stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.Too Boogie takes your whole body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210122670660301634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4S9uzqs0I/AAAAAAAAADg/a8tZ3irWJ1Y/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4.Keep trying you just might succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.Swinging a ball is more fun than it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dallon's Kindergarten Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210125409923100178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4VdLWz7hI/AAAAAAAAADw/xpQHL2zy6Rs/s320/black+and+white+mrs+booth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This year Dallon was in Mrs. Booth's Class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was a wonderful teacher for him to get his first years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was patient and loving always telling us how wonderful Dallon was to have around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dallon really seemed to thrive in her class. I am thankful he had such a positive experience and i am sure next years teacher will have big shoes to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dallon's Accomplishment's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210131635202928914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4bHiVLsRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pZyy3peSQZM/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year Dallon Was awarded Student of the month for his class. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210131834209921810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4bTHsJaxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DXGyVOjKoIM/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was very proud of this achievement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can tell he  felt the need to Ham&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it up for the camera, showing that wonderful personality that is Dallon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210132082759641298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4bhlnBKNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CQBDGIYwvSs/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On June 2ND Dallon officially Graduated Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;He had a winning smile the whole time. I think he could have floated through the air during the graduation ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210126165646812642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4WJKpYpeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/J6CEFKfhkGo/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is our little 1st grader... Sniff Sniff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things Dallon learned this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1.6:30 is ungodly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.Making friends is fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. saying you dont have homework &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you do get's you in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Always smiling makes you a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;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/1714126418349088207-8749629586117312718?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8749629586117312718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8749629586117312718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8749629586117312718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8749629586117312718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-of-school.html' title='Days of School'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE4awRqTtCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Aa7kuJczyyk/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8979441031609889573</id><published>2008-05-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:59:02.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut.....</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the things i love the most hate me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; coconut a love coconut milk fresh from, the fresh coconut.&lt;br /&gt;So of course i have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; breathing and hives from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wonder full&lt;/span&gt; fruit at age 30 after years of an addiction to this wonder of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl in me can not seem to resist i know its bad but some how i think well maybe this time, i can finally have a reprieve from this horrible reaction. i will eat this and nothing will happen. Stupid, absolutely. Silly, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet i find myself doing this over and over again. maybe some day i will be able to resist this forbidden fruit until then I will keep my B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enadryl&lt;/span&gt; close by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8979441031609889573?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8979441031609889573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8979441031609889573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8979441031609889573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8979441031609889573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/coconut.html' title='Coconut.....'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-8797717788252934838</id><published>2008-05-12T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:09:18.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with my husband.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE8JlNvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/E6eQEvGaotI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210393828838750194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE8JlNvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/E6eQEvGaotI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was my 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of marrying the man I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he is generally like having a 3rd son laying around but all those quirks are part of what i like about him . I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I was able to see this diamond of a man who was in front of me even if i did not always see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this anniversary was so different than any of the others we spent together. Normally we would argue over where to go or spend so much time trying to arrange babysitting and at the end of the day I would leave the day feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a romantic since really what I am generally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in is that no flowers were given and he doesn't plan ahead well enough that we could do anything fabulous. Of course ending the night in each others arms saying sweet nothing the whole time. I should just face facts he is just not a romantic guy, he hold no jealousy and yet I know he loves me in everything he doesn't say. Still I can not seem but to help feeling disappointed most of the time when he does no gestures of love like flowers. I am working on this since I know that's who he is and I married him so I need to get over it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time i went in trying to not expect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we planned nothing!! We did nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; spent very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt; money on the anniversary itself and we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; time!!! Strange how that works &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I asked for very little and did not expect him to read my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what we did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night before derrick asks me what I would like for our anniversary( my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt; last minute every time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), so instead of gifts( saving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; means I am being quite cheap on wants, needs fine, wants not so much) I asked him him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sluff&lt;/span&gt; work and just spend the day with me. I knew there was a chance he couldn't but that's all I really wanted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning he calls his boss and says I'm skipping work today I will just use a vacation day :) his boss was fabulous and said do what you need to do. ( he can be a pain but he can also be awesome!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finished getting the kids ready for school. And drove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; off to school together ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jenn&lt;/span&gt; carpools with us and takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dallon&lt;/span&gt; to school daily such a good thing for us ) We spent about a half hour there delivering Avon orders and such. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dee's&lt;/span&gt; ( in Bountiful) for breakfast and while there decided to talk about the garden we are planning this summer and what supplies we really need. Like wood,gating,lawn mower so were not always borrowing some one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; . So we decided to got to the DI in bountiful since there the best for lawn care and we may be able to find pot's for flowers etc... Luckily we found a push mower ( we have to mow as part of our lease but had no mower or any supplies for that matter) Now I am sure if my husband had his way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; we would have a gas mower but the cost to run and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;maintaining&lt;/span&gt; a gas mower is a lot higher than a push mower. This mower was in excellent condition and will sever us nicely. So looked around some more and we found 3 pot's for plants. I also found some great educational books for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dax&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dallon&lt;/span&gt; for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we remembered that spring clean up has started in the valley. Once a year you can throw out big things even washing machines, tree's construction items etc.. and the city will pick them up on your designated day. I swear most people plan there project's around this date, Well as they say some people's trash everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; treasure. For us this hold very true, wood is very expensive as is a lot of things right now so for us this can be a savings bonanza!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we looked all over the valley trying hard to find wood, etc. BOY did we get lucky. By the time we were done. We found nice garden gates, lattice, a perfect frame for our garden, round wood steaks to help keep our dog from digging. We also found to our surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;connect able&lt;/span&gt; flooring it is dirty but can easily be cleaned off and our garage is a dirt floor do this will be very nice for us this should complete at least a good portion of the garage floor.We found enough wood that derrick can make the skate board ramps he has been wanting to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at 2 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;DI's&lt;/span&gt; finding more educational books ( so the tutor has things to work on with him with out the extreme expense!! We also found a pair of work boots for DH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then stopped for pizza for the kids since we had home made honey baby back ribs in the slow cooker waiting at home, I made Garlic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; mashed potatoes when i got home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt; a nice meal with my spouse .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished unloading his work van and then showered and fell asleep in each others arms. Now to some this doesn't sound romantic but to be honest it was wonderful!!! I can not say I have enjoyed a day more in many years and I was alone all day with my husband. :) ( and despite what others thought no intimate time just a good cuddle and really good well earned sleep!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told we spent $60.00 and we got a lot of needs taken care of and now have a wonderful memory to go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-8797717788252934838?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8797717788252934838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=8797717788252934838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8797717788252934838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/8797717788252934838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-with-my-husband.html' title='Time with my husband.'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/SE8JlNvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/E6eQEvGaotI/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714126418349088207.post-505088948278122765</id><published>2008-05-12T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:00:10.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer  break is ......</title><content type='html'>So close you can almost smell it. I am both excited about this and a little bit in fear of this event. Where did this come from where has the year gone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was different than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; years. With both my children in school all day I have had freedoms I have not experienced since my single days. I have liked having them gone but missed the sounds of a house full of children and all that entailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallon's&lt;/span&gt; school is out for testing, which means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dallon&lt;/span&gt; will not have any school this week and will be out till Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these days off he has exactly 5 full days of school left with 2 half days thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find with him being home, the noises not as endearing as i once did and the million questions asked a a bit over whelming. I love him yet those super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whys&lt;/span&gt; are on my very last nerve already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can survive this thing we call summer break with out breaking my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714126418349088207-505088948278122765?l=thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/feeds/505088948278122765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714126418349088207&amp;postID=505088948278122765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/505088948278122765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714126418349088207/posts/default/505088948278122765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismomscinnfullblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-break-is.html' title='Summer  break is ......'/><author><name>This mom's life, for good or ill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432996198185743353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yl2f1sCvfaQ/S1jQGwm43nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RiwGAKbMl-4/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
